Ididn’t get home until two this morning and it took at least another hour for my body to come down from the high that is Locheran… wait. I don’t know his last name. I should probably figure it out since I’m planning to let him put his cock inside me.
I woke up around noon, which is the latest I’ve slept in years. It seems to be a side effect of hanging out with nocturnal creatures. But it can’t be the norm. I’m too old to be switching up my sleep schedule. Not to mention I can’t stick to late nights and sleeping in late come Monday when I have to teach an eight a.m. class.
After dressing in a light blue sundress, I head out the door and hop in a cab to head to Midtown where I’m meeting Evangeline for a late lunch. She’s already insidewhen I arrive at the small café that promises the best latte in Manhattan and award-winning sandwiches.
Shortly after walking in, a chill washes down my back. It’s stronger than the magic I typically sense around my best friend that tells me there are other supernatural beings in this coffee shop. I do a quick scan and spot four men randomly scattered.
Three of them are massive.
Shifters of some sort, my guess. Xander makes sure his wife is well guarded.
Evangeline stands when I approach, and she holds open her arms.
“Fare!”
I bring her in, and she squeezes me as if she believes I’ll escape and run out the door.
“Vanny!”
She giggles, her breath skittering across my neck. I suppose I haven’t called her that silly childhood nickname in ages.
“You look amazing,” she says upon releasing me from the hug and giving me a look over.
“Me? You’re practically glowing.”
“You know what it is, right?”
I shake my head, but I have an idea of what she’s about to say.
“Gargoyle peen.”
Aaaandddd my cheeks heat.
She knows what I did last night.Everyoneknows. I can’t forget the way heads turned after Locheran and I returned to the party. The way they all gave us a little sniff as we passed by.
I couldn’t look anyone in the face.
Evangeline texted me this morning saying, ‘emergency girl talk session’ and set up this lunch after I told her I wasn’t coming to night two of the supernatural conference. I said I had some papers to grade. Not necessarily a lie but grading the two-page reports on Chaucer that I didn’t finish during my office hours will only take me about an hour.
The real reason I’m not going back to the conference: I can’t show my face around monsters ever again. Also, being around that many monsters puts my hunter DNA on edge. It’s like a live wire sizzling beneath my skin.
Despite there only being a few monsters nearby right now, itstillfeels as if I’m about to burst at the seams.
Or maybe it's not my monster hunter DNA at all. Maybe it’s the anticipation of seeing the cocky gargoyle soldier who so easily made me come.
Just thinking of him has my body heated with need. I can’t explain this desire. It’s strange, as if I have no control.As if my brain hands over the reins to my libido. Like I’ve been drenched in a freaking horny potion.
Is that something a witch can make?
My mind goes back to last night on the rooftop with Locheran. How he spoke to me. So…graphic.
No one has ever talked to me like that. If it had been anyone else, I might have shrunk away, embarrassed and self-conscious.
Instead, his words unfurled a fire in my stomach that spread down between my legs.
He used his tail on me.
Itvibrated.
