Locheran lets out a deep growl, and he stands up straight with his hands clenched to his sides.
His monster threatening to take over.
“Farrah,” he says, his voice low andferal.
Something snaps inside me. My body buzzes with desperation. I can’t explain it, but it’s as if I’ll explode to pieces if I don’t have Locheran’s lips on mine, his hands all over me, his cock inside me.
I grab his shirt, pull him over the threshold, and kick the door closed. He’s massive, yet he allows me to take control.
He holds up a finger, removes my hands from his shirt, and steps back.
I pause and watch as he transforms back into a gargoyle. His skin darkens to a plum shade. His horns appear, followed by wings and a tail.
I always assumed it would be like a horror movie. A werewolf taking form on a full moon with breaking bones and protruding skin.
This was nothing like that. It was almost magical. As if his human form was just an illusion and fades away.
I’ll ask him about how it all works later, right now, I need him too badly.
My palms flatten on his chest, and I push, hard enough to slam him against the wall. He grunts but before he can say a word, my hands slide up his body to take hold of his nape and pull his mouth down to mine.
He parts his lips for me, and I slip my tongue inside, lashing it against his own. This kiss is nowhere near gentle.
Locheran’s large hands are on the move, skimming down my sides to my ass. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him as he steps away from the wall.
Without breaking the kiss, he walks us to my room. He consumes me. Teeth scraping over my lips—sharpfangs. The taste of blood hits my tongue and Locheran moans while lapping it up.
He lays me down on the bed and hovers over me.
“Is this okay?” he asks through heavy breaths.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan and grab his shirt at the hem to lift it over his head.
I pause, forgetting about his wings, but Locheran takes over, and the material magically comes apart.
His clothes are magical!Literally!
What happens next is frantic undressing between messy kisses. My panties are ripped from my body and the moment Locheran takes off my bra, his mouth closes over a nipple.
He sucks the hard peak, teasing it with his teeth and tongue.
I arch off the bed as he moves his mouth lower, over the stretch marks of my stomach. But before he can get to my FUPA, I wrap my hands around his upper arms and pull him back up to me.
“I need you inside me. Right now.” He hesitates. “Please, Locheran. I can take it.”
“Farrah,” he responds with a growl. He palms my cheek and skims his thumb along my jaw then over my lips. I take the tip between my teeth then suck it down to the knuckle. “Fuck, you’re amazing. So beautiful.”
I’ve had men say this to me before, but he’s the first one I believe means the words.
And he’s technically not a man. He’s a gargoyle.
A monster.
A monster who should activate my hunter DNA, but instead, I’m overpowered by lust.
Locheran reaches between us to take hold of his cock and runs the thick tip up and down my pussy lips.
“So wet for me,” he hums. “I’m going to go slow, okay?”
