My heart beats faster with every inch he closes in on me. It’s his natural predator stalking me. The hunter being hunted.
I wonder if he’dactuallyhunt me? Like, chase me in the woods then fuck me in the dirt?
Locheran groans. “Farrah, don’t tempt me with a good time.”
Or maybe we could fight before we fuck. Hunter versus monster.
He curses. Once he’s in front of me, he squeezes himself between my legs. My head only reaches his chest, so he latches onto the nape of my neck and uses his claw to tilt my head up. It digs into my chin, but not enough to pierce the skin. Part of me wants it to. I want him to taste me. To drink my blood like he did the night we bonded.
He inhales deeply before rubbing his nose along mine.
“What are you thinking about, little mouse? I can smell how turned on you are.”
He brushes his mouth over my lips.
Teasing me.
I know he heard everything. Every thought.
“Maybe I want you to say it out loud,” he whispers, lightly swiping his tongue over my parted lips.
I try to squeeze my legs together to contain my pleasure, but he inches forward, which spreads me open even more.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Say it,” he demands.
“I want you to bite me again. Make me bleed. Drink from me.”
He groans and covers my mouth with his. The kiss is deep. One that allows his long, thick tongue to worship every inch of my mouth. His fangs are out, and the sharp tips scrape hard enough to cut.
The metallic taste hits my tongue for only a second before Locheran laps it up. He sucks on my lips, forcing a moan from me. My hands reach for his nape because I need him closer, as if that’s even possible, but he grabs my wrists and pulls away.
I whine and the cocky jerk smiles.
“Be a good girl and stay still while I undress you,” he says, lifting me off the bed to stand.
He grabs the hem of my shirt. It’s one of Locheran’s that’s too big for me yet fits his muscled chest and monster body perfectly. He slowly removes the piece of clothing and tosses it to the floor. His large hands skim down my front, over my chest where he takes my nipples between his fingers. He pinches hard enough that I moan and arch my back.
“I love the way you respond to my touch,” he says.
He gently lays me down on the bed behind me.
He’s always gentle with me, unlike the men I’ve been with. They tended to be rough, never wanting to hold me or cuddle. They never wanted to take it slow to let our desires build. It was always wham, bam, thank you ma’am.
I think that’s why they could never please me. They didn’t take the time to learn my body and what I liked.
They never appreciated me.
Not like Locheran does.
My gargoyle.
My mate.
Now bare chested and laid out in front of Locheran, he takes in my body. His eyes heat as they scan over my breasts and stomach. Like the last time he did this, I have the urge to cover myself so he can’t see my stretch marks. He must have heard the thought because his wings unfurl, and they pin my hands over my head.
The movement was fast and unexpected, garnering a gasp from me.
