“The feast for our unity, little blessing,” Xaniban’s smile came back.“This is not a good time to feast, as much as I want to present my gift from the Gods to all my brethren, but the celebrations cannot be overly postponed.The Gods need to see how grateful I am, and everyone needs to know you are mine.”
His last words sent a thrill through me.Part of me–a largepart–liked being called his.Still, Xaniban could take possessiveness to a whole new level.Getting away from him might prove as difficult as losing a pack of werewolves.
“But that is a task for another time,” he said, returning my attention to the present.“Now I want to finish convincing you that my soul and yours are one.”
My brows nearly reached my hairline.“You have proof?”Yeah, right.
His fangs flashed white in the semi-darkness.“I have endless ways of proving we are mated.Right now, however, I will start with what you will like a lot.I will, too.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He cupped my ass and pulled me further up his body.Getting my pussy in the right position to be impaled on his fully-erect cock.
“Don’t you dare!”I sputtered.“I will kill you if you try to put it–”
“Kill me?”He laughed out loud.“With what?You are soft and plump all over–I should know.”He gave my rear a squeeze, which only increased the friction between our lower bodies.
“Xan.I’ll poke your eyes out.How about that?”
“Such a fierce warrior.”
“Xan!”
“Relax,” he spoke in a tender tone.“I know you are sore; I am just messing with you.You are gorgeous when you are mad and blushing.”
“I’m not blushing!”Damn.His night vision was too good.“If this is the proof you mentioned, I don’t like it–”
“The proof will come once you let me turn you around.”
“Oh?”
“I need you on your back without squashing my manhood in the process.”
“Ah.”Moving me up his body made sense now.“Wait, why should I be with my back to your front?”
“So that you can touch my wings, right where they meet over your head, and thus make them open.Only my mate can have such an effect on them, because only she is allowed to touch them.”
“Right.”How convenient.Of course his wings would unfold at my touch–he would open them himself.After all, they had served their purpose: keeping me prisoner for his story about the mate mumbo jumbo.
Xaniban either didn’t catch my sarcasm or chose to ignore it.“My wings have a self-preservation instinct of their own,” he elaborated.“They are very vulnerable in an attack.They would allow only myanima–a part of my very soul–to place her claws where a tear would be fatal.”
Fear gripped me.“But you can regenerate?”
“Wings heal very slowly.Unless you are on your homecloud or surrounded by loyal brethren to protect you from enemies, a tear is fatal.”
“Oh no.”The thought of Xaniban dying had my heart in a vise.Just thinking of him getting hurt made my blood run cold.
How could I be so attached to him already?I had lingered too long.I must get away from him immediately.
“Turn me around,” I demanded.“I am doing the wing touching, then going to the bathroom.To pee.”Don’t you dare follow me.I had to be alone to start thinking clearly again and make a new escape plan.
He chuckled and did as asked.Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, he said cheekily, “Go on, use both hands.Be gentle.”He made it sound as though I was about to touch not his wings but what was now jutting proudly between my thighs.
I elbowed him in the chest.“Stop it.”
“My wings are extremely sensitive, little human.I just wanted to warn you.”
Ha.The very picture of innocence, this gargoyle.
