I need…
I don’t know what I need.
My mind melted the moment I saw his cock, unable to react, except to stare at his massive appendage.
He brought me here to fuck me. With his smooth groin, it was easier to forget he was naked, and now I realize how thin the barrier is between us.
I can sense his wicked, frenetic desires, and with them his shaky restraint. A restraint that is snapping. I don’t know how I know this—I just do.
“Don’t!” he shouts after me.
Glancing behind me at his face, the flames flickering over his palms and his glowing cock, my heart nearly bursts from my chest.
I want him to catch me. I’m terrified of what I’ll do if I’m caught. I run faster, deeper into the church.
His claws catch my sweater, and it snags and rips. I stumble forward and dodge as his hands descend. He lands with a thud, falling and crashing through the wood-beamed floor. As he rights himself, I fumble to my feet again and race ahead.
I bolt down the bench, putting pews between us, and dash for the back doors, praying that they’re not locked. His wings whip, cutting through the air, and I bend low, scrambling.
My hips slam against the church’s stage, and for a devilish moment, I imagine him catching me, stripping down my pants, and taking me from behind like a wild animal. The airwooshesout of me.
“Summer. Stop!”
His dark voice slides into me, heavy and full of gruff, guttural need, lending to my hysteria.
“Don’t do this!” he roars as I climb onto the stage.
His clawed hands seize my shoulders, and he yanks me back to his chest. His cock rams against me. And I clench—my fucking core flutters! I curse my damn delirious body and grit my teeth, elbowing him. I’m chaotic with adrenaline, knowing what would happen if I stay with him any longer.
He knows. Oh, he knows.
This isn’t who I am. I’m Summer, a meandering recent graduate, searching for my dream job. A woman more curious about sex than stirred by it. Everything is different now his heat presses against my back.
“Zuriel,” I shriek, using his name against him again. “Let me go!”
He drops me instantly, and I escape his cage of wings. Like silk and velvet, outlined in hard bone, the webbing gives way as I dive for the door right of the stage. He roars anew, and this time it comes out furious, frustrated. I shove the door open, bolting into the dark room beyond, catching sight of another door, one I suspect—I pray—leads outside.
The gargoyle crashes after me. My fear compounds when I find a chain on the exit door. I twist around, retreating within the building.
His wings descend around me, trapping me.
“No!”
Dipping, his claws catch on my sweater as I scramble under his wings. He rips my sweater further, leaving shreds of fabric to flutter over my back. He catches my hair tie, ripping it, and my hair flows free.
“I don’t want to hurt you!” he bellows as I push the door open and stumble into the church, sprinting through the front doors.
Freedom!
I halt. Bats, hundreds of them, perch on the steps and the broken railing. They fly ahead, filling the air like a cloud. I’ve never seen so many in my life.
Gulping, I dash through them, their wings brushing my arms as I rush into the night. The fresh air envelops me like a hug, cooling some of my fiery, terrifying arousal.
Because I am aroused. I’ve been aroused since I woke up. Today had been hellishly long for so many reasons, and my inopportune lust was only one of them. I can’t get Zuriel out of my head. He’s been there for days…
I’ve wanted him since I cut my finger on his wing.
Without time to examine why, I race into the graveyard.
