Page 52 of The Gargoyle's Glade
She didn’t need to ask twice.
I ran my hands along her delectable thighs, then hooked them under her knees and tugged her to the very edge of the mattress. She was bare to me, already glistening with want and perfuming the air with her arousal. I rarely struggled with the need to shift, but the challenge in her eyes had me straining to hold back. My wings ached to come out, and my fangs had sharpened, prickling against my lips.
“Please,” she whimpered, and that broke me.
I lifted her legs over my shoulders and dove in like the starved creature I was. I laved over her slit with my tongue, her gasps and moans rumbling through me. When I fastened my lips around her clit, Merry’s hips rose off the bed. The bond was roaring behind my ribs, hot and angry. Pushing the discomfort away, I began to tease her with my finger.
“Coltor.” She panted my name, chest heaving as I played, the ache in my cock nearly as bad as the one in my chest.
I alternated the strokes—fast, then slow, and added a second finger. The way her body responded, accepted me, pulsed against me, made me feel drunk. When I returned my attention to the sensitive little nub, she twitched. I reveled in the gift of surrender she was giving me and sucked hard, angling my fingers toward that soft spot that made her moan.
Merry detonated under me, her cries muffled by the crook of her elbow.
I ran the flat of my tongue over her several times as she gasped for breath, the flavor of her etched into my brain.
“I’ve needed that for weeks, Firebird.”
She answered in a noise that wasn’t quite a word, but I took the meaning well enough. I shucked my painfully tight trousers and stood, her eyes raking over me in approval, the flush in her cheeks and widening of her eyes stroking my confidence. As I was about to ask her to confirm her desire, she hooked my legs with her feet and pulled me forward.
“I need you,” she said, the words heavy.
I closed my eyes and breathed slowly through my nose. The bond was agitated beyond measure, burning and pounding behind my ribs.
“Forever,” I reminded her.
“I accept,” she said, hands reaching for me.
The very last threads of my will broke, and I crawled over her lithe frame, bracing my body over hers. Merry, impatient, lifted her hips and rubbed against my straining cock.
“Merry.” I’d meant it as an admonition, but instead it became a prayer.
I notched myself at her entrance and lowered my mouth to hers. She angled herself up, drawing me inside her heat as she moved. I gasped as the bond expanded beyond my flesh. Nerve endings sizzled, flames bathed my chest and gathered along my spine. Unable to contain it, my wings burst free, flaring wide as I held myself over Merry’s body with one hand.
Worry raced through me, that I’d frightened her, that this was too much. But my mate was not afraid. She was smiling up at me, her heels digging into my lower back, urging me forward.
So, I gave her what she asked for.
Fire lit up my veins as we moved together, her face growing more and more flushed as she chased her pleasure. I helped her along, fingers slick between us as we both devolved into breath and sensation. My name danced off her tongue once again as she clenched and cried out. I closed my eyes and drove deep,following her right off the cliff as my release barreled through me.
I sank down to my forearms after my wings finally retracted and kissed her soft and slow. Her hands tangled in my hair and I palmed her ass, keeping her close as the world settled again.
I pressed my forehead to hers, the bond quiet in my chest, a cool breeze from her open window blowing across my back. “Okay, Merry?”
“Perfect. You?”
“You’re everything, Little Firebird.” I exhaled, a rogue auburn curl tickling my nose. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep.”
She groaned but allowed me to pull her into the bathroom, where I washed every inch of her supple skin, carefully shampooed her glorious hair, and made sure one more time that she was thoroughly satisfied before carting her back to bed.
As she snuggled into my chest, I drifted, serene and content, the scent of her hair in my nose, and peace I could hardly believe I’d been gifted in my heart.
“I haveto go run my patrol,” I whispered, deeply regretting having to leave Merry alone in my bed. I’d fallen asleep for longer than I’d expected, and was already behind, but I wanted nothing more than to continue resting with her limbs wrapped around me.
“Okay. Be safe.”
My cock jumped, at the sight of her all disheveled in my sheets, but I willed the need away. There was no time for distraction. “I will.” I pressed a kiss to her cheek, and she cuddled further under the blankets.
Outside, the stars were bright in the sky and a breeze that warned winter was on its way whipped through the trees.
