God, how I want to do it again.
“No, wait… now you’re more turned on. What are you thinking about, Mouse?”
“Stop smelling me, creep.”
“You smelled me first.”
“Hold on… did you just call me mouse again? That’s twice now.”
He shrugs and my eyes move past his shoulders to his wings. They’re light purple compared to his darker purple skin and massive. They’ve got to have a ten-foot spread from end to end. He flaps them casually, keeping us steady while high in the sky.
It’s fascinating.
The urge to reach out and touch them battles with my need to keep my tight grip around Locheran’s neck.
I try to relax and inhale the freshness of the air. No stench wafting from subway grates. No piles of trash on the sidewalk.
Just fresh air.
And Locheran.
This almost has me forgetting about seeing the photo of my father on his phone. It’s why I ran off to get a drink.I needed to leave before my nerves gave me away. My fast heartbeat and face draining of blood certainly would have alerted them that I recognized the man in that photo.
We dip slightly in the air, and I yelp, clawing my nails into Locheran’s neck. If it hurts, he doesn’t let on.
“Are you afraid of heights?” he asks, likely feeling my body tense around him.
“Not usually, but I’ve never been kidnapped and flown into the sky by a frustrating gargoyle before.”
“I didn’t kidnap you,” he says, his mouth way too close to mine.
If I leaned in slightly, my lips would be on his.
But I won’t.I can’t.
I look away, attempting to put some distance from his sexy lips.
“You literally carried me out of the event. I wanted to stay and drink and dance. I dressed up and look fucking hot. I didn’t shave and wax every fucking inch of my body just to be there for five minutes.”
“You do look amazing, but you were in a room full of predators and every last monster in there wanted a taste.”
“Maybe I wanted them to have a taste.”
Locheran’s grip on me tightens and growls, “No.”
“Excuse me?” The words are an octave higher. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can fuck a monster if I want to.”
“Then fuck me.”
“What?”
“Fuck. Me.”
“Loch…” I sigh because I absolutely want to be destroyed by this gargoyle.
He could destroy me too. I mean, he lifted my 250-pound ass and carried me out of the venue like it was nothing. And he seems to find me attractive. Not that I have problems with men finding me attractive and getting dates. It’s just the bedroom part I never seem to enjoy, which is why I’m a professional single person. I never reach relationship level because I call things off after shitty sex.
What if Locheran…
