I shivered. Having a powerful gargoyle man say that felt oddly empowering. Devereaux really was a gentleman. He didn't have to say it for me to know that I was the one in power, that he would bow to my every whim. Not that I wanted him to—we were equal partners, after all—but it was the thought that mattered.
I groaned as Devereaux's full length stretched me. He was big but not enormous. His cock was nice and proportional, and it fit perfectly. I let out a long sigh as we lay there together, deeply connected on a physical level. It felt intimate and wonderful. I could definitely get used to this.
As my body adjusted to his length, I murmured, "Keep going. Don't be shy."
"I am not shy. I do not want to harm you."
I chuckled. "I'm notthatfragile. Besides, if it's ever too much for me, I'll tell you. Okay? Trust me."
Devereaux nodded. "I trust you."
He rocked his hips back, then smoothly thrust into me. He built a steady rhythm, not too fast or hard. I think we both preferred it this way, slow and gentle, just like our relationship. Devereaux was an alpha but he was no stereotype. There was nothing about him that was typical—besides the obvious fact that he was a six-foot-tall gargoyle man. And I loved him all the more for it.
My own cock throbbed against my belly as Devereaux fucked me. This waswaybetter than jerking off alone under the covers. My constant lingering pain was forgotten as pleasure overwhelmed my senses, sweeping over me like a warm blanket. My hand drifted between my thighs as I lazily touched myself. Every thrust of Devereaux's cock made another electric shockwave fry my nerves in the best way possible.
Devereaux's thrusts grew frantic. He must've been close. That was when I wondered—what was going to come out of him? He was a mysterious living statue but that was the extent of my knowledge about his physiology and bodily fluids.
He cried sapphires. Maybe he came them, too.
I pushed that idea aside, hoping that wasn't true. Free sapphires were nice and all, but maybe not planted deep inside my ass.
"Florian," Devereaux said, half-moaning. He ground his fangs together hard, the sound like two rocks scraping against each other. I knew he was on the edge. I wanted him to come inside me. Arousal flooded my brain too thickly to think clearly. I'd take the chance of cum-sapphires.
"Come, Devereaux," I murmured.
I was close, too. My hand worked my cock faster as the pleasure flared, soon to engulf me.
Devereaux arched his back, fangs wide open, and belted out a gravelly roar that shook my bones. The critical mass of pleasure exploded. I came at the same time as Devereaux, me splattering over myself and him inside me.
I felt wetness instead of jagged edges. That was a surprising but good sign.
As the pleasure high faded, we drifted back together like a pair of magnets. There was barely enough space formein my bed, never mind an additional gargoyle man, but we made it work by stacking on top of each other. Now Devereaux was lying on his back and I was cuddled on top of him like a kitten. His wings were sprawled awkwardly, one against the wall and the other loosely hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Perhaps a new bed would be a good investment," Devereaux suggested with a grin.
I laughed. "I'm surprised this one held up to our combined weightandsex at the same time."
Devereaux stroked my hair, his gemstones gleaming with pure fondness. "Whatever you wish for, Florian, we will make it so."
The mention of wishes took me back to our first meeting. My life changed forever that afternoon. I'd gone to the fountain to make a wish I never believed would come true, and now here we were. The better future I'd wished for was real.
Just to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I kissed Devereaux.
He kissed me back.
Yep. It was real.
22
Epilogue: Devereaux
Florian's imploring voice said,"Kip, please stop pulling on Devereaux's tail. It's not a toy."
"I know, but it's sooo fun!" was Kip's disarming reply.
"Can I play with it next?" a little girl asked.
"Me too!" added another boy.
