“Ready to go?” he asks.
I nod and take his offered hand, weaving my fingers with his. An energy crackles between our skin upon making contact and his human form flickers in and out.
Before Locheran and I completed the bond, the glitches allowed me to see the true forms of gargoyles. I asked Mira if it was because of me being a hunter or me being Locheran‘s mate. She wasn’t sure. Maybe a little of both.
We head to my building’s roof and Locheran drops his human form and implements a shield to keep us hidden from anyone looking out of the window of nearby, taller buildings. I’ve learned these shields are pure magic, an ability given to gargoyles by the same witch who cursed them to the night.
I stand back and watch his massive wings spread out and flap a few times. He says it’s like stretching your legs after sitting on them too long.
They’re magnificent—at least ten feet from end to end. Not as long as the gargoyle king’s twenty-foot spread, according to Evangeline. I asked because I was curious.
I hope Locheran will let me touch his wings tomorrow night when we spend time together. Or maybe later tonight after the meeting.
I wonder what else is considered an erogenous zone for gargoyles. Their horns maybe?
“It is for some gargoyles,” Locheran answers my thoughts out loud. “I guess you’ll have to find out if I’m one of them.”
I’ve touched them before when we were fooling around, but I wasn’t sure if it did anything for him since he was already turned on and feral.
He winks and waves me to him. When I get close enough, he lifts me—forcing a yelp from my lips—and places me onto his hip like a fucking toddler.
He leans in, nuzzling his nose against mine before brushing his lips in a teasing non-kiss.
“Hang on,” he whispers, then shoots up into the air.
I scream and tighten my hold around his neck because I will never get used to being catapulted into the sky. My legs squeeze around his thick torso, then I bury my head in his neck.
We fly down from the Upper East Side to St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Midtown where tonight’s meeting is being held. The night air is cool despite the hot summer season.
“You’ll need to get over this fear of flying with me, you know?” Locheran says, raising his voice over the whoosh of air around us.
“Why?” I ask, braving to remove my face from his body to look at him.
I can barely hear myself over the wind, but he heard me just fine, giving me a mischievous smile.
“Sky sex.”
Wait. What? Certainly, I didn’t hear him correctly. “Umm… sky sex?”
“When I fly us above the clouds and fuck you.”
My eyes widen, and I quickly shake my head. “Not happening.”
Locheran shrugs. “We’ll see.”
His tail slips between my legs and presses against my cloth-covered pussy. I inhale sharply and dig my nails into Locheran’s beefy shoulders. He rubs the tip back and forth, and the friction feels amazing. But my fear of being dropped to my death outweighs my lust.
He must sense that and stops, letting out a soft chuckle and kissing the top of my head.
He likes kissing the top of my head and to be honest, I do too. It's sweet and intimate but not intimate like having his face between my legs. It’s the type of intimacy most people yearn for. To feel wanted and cared for. To be loved.
Locheran and I barely know each other, but I have no doubt I can love him. I’m certainly falling for him faster than I expected.
It’s exhilarating… yet terrifying.
We land on a flat roof near the back of the cathedral. It’s one of two small buildings along Madison Avenue that isn’t as popular with tourists compared to the magnificent front on 5thAvenue. We slip through the roof’s access door and take steep steps down one floor.
Locheran grabs my hand and leads me through hallways that rush by in a blur. I notice he’s not back in his human form, so I wonder if that means the building’s empty at this time of night. Or maybe the humans that work here know about monsters.
