“Beautiful,” he murmured, overwhelmed. “The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I don’t know what to do with you. Perhaps this is the story of my seduction, not yours.”
“In that case...” She grabbed his hand and formed it around one breast, sighing at the touch.
He purred, kneading her warm flesh. His lips found her throat again, then her collarbone. He kissed a path downward, slow and careful. Her breath hitched when his mouth found her nipple, and he paused, glancing up.
“No,” she begged, tugging on his horns impatiently. “Please, don’t stop. I was only surprised. There are so many things I did not realize.”
“Likewise,” he chuckled, taking her nipple into his mouth again. He suckled gently before scraping his teeth over the tightened bud. She gasped, back arching as her hands slid into his hair.
The marine scent of her arousal strengthened, and a smug purr escaped his chest.
Her eyes flew open. “What is that?!”
He cleared his throat, embarrassment creeping over him. He did not mean to remind her of their differences, only their compatibility. “It’s a sound gargoyles make when we are content.”
“Like a cat?”
He inclined his head, though he didn’t enjoy the comparison to a house pet. “If it troubles you, I can stop.”
“I want to know how to make you do it more, not less,” his bold little human declared. “But I have a feeling it will take more than scratching your ears.”
“Try it and see.” He tilted one ear toward her, and she stroked it tentatively. Her light touch sent a warm prickle over his scalp, and he shuddered as a rough purr began its thrum somewhere near his heart.
“Just like a cat. What about your tail?” she teased, reaching around him to grasp it. The nerves there fired directly to his cock, tearing a groan out of him that interrupted his purr.
“Not a cat,” he growled, covering her with his body so he could better devour her mouth. She clutched both of his ears and spread her legs so he was cradled between them, and the posture perfumed the air with even more of her mouthwatering sea-scent.
Her hands wandered, seeking out places that made him purr, until his cock swelled to the point that it hurt. He reached down to loosen the lace of his breeches.
“I knew it was time for that,” Idabel whispered with swollen lips, her lashes sweeping her cheeks as she tried to get a view between their bodies.
His impatient little rabbit was so wrong. Brandt moved lower, kissing her lovely breasts and the small swell of her belly, then settling between her legs. He stroked a hand along her inner thigh, admiring the thin skin there.
“You already did that,” Idabel whined, trying to tug him back up her body by the horns. He laughed at her futile attempts. She might as well have been trying to pull a boulder up a mountain.
“I need to prepare you to take me,” he murmured, punctuating his words with well-placed kisses. “I want this to feel good for you. No pain. Can you wait a little longer?”
She nodded, her lower lip caught in her teeth. He bit the claw off his forefinger before sliding it inside her, slow and deliberate. Even a single finger was a snug fit. Her body clenched around it, heat and wetness enveloping him. He groaned low in his throat, imagining his cock in its place.
“Look at you,” he purred. “So slick already.”
“Is that good?” she asked, sounding breathless as he massaged her supple walls, testing their capabilities. He was pleased to find they were more pliant than he’d assumed.
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” He withdrew his fingers momentarily to nip off another claw, helping himself to a sample of her taste, then resumed with a second finger joining the first, working her open. Her gasps and sighs tested even his patience. “How does this feel? Does it please you?”
“Can’t you tell?” Her laugh twisted into a moan when he knuckled pressure inside, mimicking his knot. “It’s…so much. So good.”
“Such a pretty rabbit I’ve caught.” He kissed her thighs where they were slick with need as he worked his blunt fingers inside her, chasing her soft little cries. When she came again, scent filling the room, he held her through it, rocking her as his fingers drew out the last dregs of her climax.
When her breathing calmed, he sat back on his heels, chest heaving. “Now,” he said, voice hoarse, “if your curiosity is satisfied…”
“It never is.” She reached for his breeches, unsteady but determined, and tugged open the already-loosened laces. Her breath caught as his cock sprang free. It looked even more fearsome than usual, skin stretched tight over his already swelling knot and the dark head leaking seed.
Her eyes widened, her mouth going slack, as she took it in. “Brandt…how can I…?”
“I know.” He cupped between her legs, enjoying the brush of her soft fur there against his palm. “You are made for me. All will be well if you let me set the pace.”
“Slow, then?” she pouted playfully.
