“Never, little human. You awe me with all you have given up already to be at my side.”
“Then prove your faith in me, and turn into your true form.” With a naughty smile, she started to remove the long coat. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Her reveal was a punch to his chest, stealing his breath away as he took her in. Her dress emphasized the soft swell of her breasts, the skirt was very tight and very short, and on her feet were shoes with spikes that made the lines of her legs into works of art.
He reached out to touch her, but she backed away and waggled a finger at him. “Tsk tsk, I don’t see your gargoyle form yet.”
Putting aside his own fears, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and changed into his true form.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw her gaze moving over his body, taking in every inch. “Now this is what I want.”
“Then give me my reward, mate.”
She smiled then, walking toward him with her hips swaying, the sight of it making his body hard. Once she was before him again she lifted herself onto her toes and took his bottom lip between her teeth, giving a soft bite she knew would drive him insane. “Out of the two of us, I’m the one who should be worried.”
“Oh?” he said, enjoying the feel of her.
She licked the spot she had just bitten. “After all, I’m only a puny, insubstantial human. I can’t defend myself.”
He moved his mouth to graze over hers. “A gargoyle who is not strong enough to defend his mate does not deserve to live.”
She lowered her mouth to nuzzle under his chin. “I have no claws.”
“I disagree. I feel your claws when you rake them down my back,” and he groaned as she proceed to show him how good her claws felt as they traveled his front.
She nipped the underside of his jaw. “I can’t fly.”
His hands cupped her face, locking their gazes. “I will always carry you.”
That beautiful smile that defined his world lit her face. “Show me.”
He was undone. He lifted her into his arms and jumped into the air before them, taking flight.
He thought he loved flying before, but holding Larissa in his arms remade the experience. She kissed his earlobe, worrying the flesh between her teeth before she bit down. He struggled to keep his eyes open against the sensual assault, but when she licked the shell of his ear he shuddered, losing momentum and dropping a few feet.
She giggled. “Am I having an effect on the mighty Clan Leader,” she teased, blowing into his ear now.
“Larissa,” he growled, but she paid him no mind. Putting her mouth to his ear, she whispered, “Wrap my legs around your waist.”
He groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
“Me? I’m enjoying the flight. You concentrate on keeping us in the air, I’ll take care of the rest.”
She slid her leg down his torso. He should stop her, yet somehow, he found himself settling her as she wished.
Once she was secure, her hand reached down between her legs to the fastening of his pants. “Larissa,” he tried again, but even as he spoke her name her hand curled around his aching shaft, freeing him from the fabric. “Gods, I love the feel of you,” she breathed, stroking as far down as she could. “I want you all the time. I think of you inside me all the time.” She wiggled down his body, bringing them into intimate contact.
It took all his willpower to stay aloft. He had no reserves for speech, so he could not tell her to stop. Otherwise he would…and then she stroked him against the wet warmth of her pussy, laid bare to him.
“Where…are your undergarments?” Sweat ran down his spine, pillowing in the hollow of his back as his hips instinctively flexed toward her.
“Oops, guess I forgot something.” Nothing in her voice suggested she was sorry for this.
She would pay. She would pay for doing this to him, for robbing him of all sanity right as he was going to meet her Clan. As soon as he could think again, she would pay.
Larissa gave him a quick, hard kiss, her eyes hazy with lust. “I wish I could taste this right now, but I’ve learned adaptability is key to survival. I’ll get back to that later.” Using her legs, she worked herself on him, but without leverage there was little friction, only the delicious feel of her wetness over his tip. Her nails dug into his back right above where his wings attached while the pointy spikes of her heels speared into his thighs in the most pleasurable pain he had ever known.
“Terak,” she cried. She was pink and tousled, her pouty lips parted in frustration that she was not able to take him deeper and bring them both the pleasure they craved.
Below them was a deserted park. He needed to end this or he would lose his sanity.