Human cum doesn’t taste like this.
“It’s because you’re my mate. Everything about me is delicious. Even my cum.”
Since his wings no longer hold me down, I sit up and smile, my eyes droopy in a post-orgasm haze.
“You’re so cocky,” I say with a snort.
He leans in, stealing a kiss and not even caring that he gets his own release with it.
This kiss is different from the others we’ve shared. It’s not frantic or desperate. He kisses me like it’s the first of many. Because he knows all my kisses now belong to him.
“Come on,” he says, holding out his hand. “Let’s go get cleaned up. Then we’ll cuddle and fall asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.”
I’m not sure what time it is, but my body is exhausted. I’ve never had that many back-to-back orgasms.
This is only the beginning and while I still have a million questions, they can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I’m going to let this gargoyle warrior take care of me.
Chapter 14 – Locheran
Iwatch Farrah sleep soundly, except for a quiet snore that I find as adorable as her tiny features. A button nose. Pouty pink lips. Breasts that fit perfectly in my hands.
She implied imperfection earlier, waving a hand down her body, over soft curves that are decorated with lovely marks. I’m sure this modern world has taught her to hate her so-called imperfections, but what she considers wrong or bad, I consider made just for me. My mate. Like her thick thighs that wave when she walks, her stomach that jiggles wonderfully when I’m fucking her, her plump pussy that she hates the most.
She thought pointing out the things that make her naturally beautiful would deter me. Would make me, what? Want her less?
It took one thousand years to find her, and I’m never letting her go.
The sun will rise in an hour, but Farrah’s apartment can’t keep me safe from UV rays. Not yet. We’ll work on getting specialized shades installed.
Unless I can convince her to move in with me.
I place a soft kiss on her forehead, causing her to mumble incoherent words, and slip out of bed.
After dressing, I head into the kitchen to grab her a glass of water and some pain medicine. She will ache upon waking. From sex, from the mating bond, from my bite.
It’s already healed faster than expected.
I’m sure she’ll have a million questions, and I’ll return tonight once the sun sets to answer them. I briefly mentioned that my immortality has been shared with her. She can still get sick and be injured, but my healing properties have also been shared with her. Though I have no doubt she already had her own fast healing abilities as an O’Hern hunter.
She can also still die like me but only by decapitation or warspear to the heart. They were named warspears centuries ago because they were originally long weapons with speared ends. Now, any weapon made of iron, which is toxic to gargoyles, can kill us.
We also discussed hearing each other’s thoughts and shared pleasure, which I will elaborate further for her if needed.
I’m eager to explore both. I’ve been able to put up shields so not to overwhelm her with my thoughts inside her head. I’ve had a thousand years of practice to protect myself from supernatural beings who have mind-bending abilities. She likely has experience protecting her thoughts because of her family, but it’s different with a mate. Our thoughts are meant to be entwined.
I jerk at an ear-piercing wail from the floor.
“Bro!” I hiss at Potato. The cat’s ears fall back in airplane mode. “Your mom is sleeping.”
Potato lets out a softer trill-like noise, clearly understanding my concern, and rubs himself on my legs.
Hmm. I bet he’s hungry again.
How often do these things eat?
He could be lying to me again, since he’s most definitely a trickster demon.
I don’t want him to wake Farrah, so I find a can of wet food in the cabinets. After washing the cat-themed bowl that I used earlier, I dump the food into it. I sprinkle some dry food in there, then walk his meal over to the paw-shaped mat on the floor in the living room. Potatocontinues to make the trilling noise but at least he’s not being loud anymore.
