Page 30 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
“Uh...” He stands and sets his dishes in the sink. “I actually have to go. I forgot I have a meeting to attend.”
He pauses next to me before leaving.
“Tone it down, buddy. You don’t want to scare her away.”
I breathe in deeply, then slowly let out the breath. The moment Locheran is gone, that territorial fight subsides.
“What the hell was that about?” Evangeline asks, standing to put her dirty dishes in the sink. “Why did Locheran lie about having a meeting and rush out of here so fast?”
“How do you know he was lying?”
“Because he told me he had no plans today. Plus, I just somehow knew he was lying.”
She could probably sense or taste his deception, another side effect of being my fated mate. I can taste the lies of my soldiers.
I walk to the coffee machine to pour myself a cup of much needed caffeine.
“Maybe he could sense how hungry I am right now.” I watch her over the top of my mug. She’s leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed, brows pinched. Her adorable button nose scrunches.
“Then eat something. Locheran made breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.”
“I’m not talking about that type of breakfast, Kitten.”
Her mouth falls open, and her eyes widen. “Oh.”
She squirms on her feet, and the heavenly scent of her arousal hits my nose. Good. Maybe she’ll forget about me acting like a possessive asshole when I make her scream my name.
I set my mug down and stalk toward her, caging her in between my long arms.
“I’m starving, Evangeline. I want to lay you down on this countertop and devour your delectable cunt,” I whisper next to her ear. She shivers as my hot breath brushes against her skin. “I want to hear your screams of pleasure when my mouth makes you come. Then, once you’re done shaking from your release, I’ll do it again because you deserve all the orgasms your asshole ex failed to give you.”
“What if I want you to fuck me on this counter?”
I growl, and her eyes light up at her favorite sound. “You’re not ready for my cock, Kitten. I need you to be patient. Can you do that for your king?”
She answers by slipping off her sweats and panties and climbing on top of the counter.
Her cat lifts its head from the bowl of food, and the smart thing must realize what’s about to happen becauseit jumps down and disappears somewhere inside the penthouse.
“I can be patient.”
She moves her hand down to touch her clit, and I swat it away.
“No, Evangeline. Your pleasure ismine. You will never be forced to come by your hand or by any toy ever again. Not unless I’m the one ordering you to touch yourself. Not unless I’m the one holding the toy.”
She whimpers, clearly liking the sound of that.
I sit down on a stool, placing myself perfectly in front of Evangeline’s pussy. I lean in and inhale deeply.
“If I could bottle the delicious scent of your cunt, I would.”
Then I wrap my arms around her thick thighs and dive in.
Chapter 9 – Evangeline
Xander’s long, thick tongue licks up my pussy lips, and I moan my appreciation. He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks hard, forcing me to arch off the marble countertop. His wings swoop in, pushing me back down.
He’s done that before, and the move heightens my pleasure in a way I can’t explain.
