Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(5)

Delectable. His mouth was…delectable. A sinful indulgence I lost myself in as I pressed my lips to the plushest, softest mouth ever imaginable, sinking into them.

Until I heard what sounded like a furious growl that erupted from deep within his chest as he slammed a door open, kicking it shut absently as he moved his hand from my back and threaded it through my blonde hair, holding my head steady as his lips brushed mine furiously.

The growling was weird. It wasn’t expected. It sounded like a...I mumbled against his lips, “Your name?”

Pressing my back against a wall inside the darkened room, he stilled for a heartbeat. “You don’t know who I am?”

Duh. “No.”

Another long beat, his hot breath panting over my lips. “It is dark in here.”

“No shit.”

I waited.

Gave up.

“Your name?”

He chuckled quietly, utterly entertained with the topic.

My own growl, all me, made an appearance. Especially when my body jerked with another furious hit of power. “Your first name.”

“Yours first.”

I was done, tugging at his hair. “I’m Kennedy.”

He grunted softly, pulling his head back the barest bit, his entire body rock solid with the effort to stay still as he stared me in the eyes. “My first name’s Isaac.”

Numb. I went numb for the briefest moment. Just staring into the glowing green eyes dead set on mine. I think I eventually blinked when the power rolled through the room like a roller coaster. “Oh…f*ck it. Why not, right?” I jerked his head back to mine, my lips running over his with crazy fervor. Unable to do anything but this—with a shifter I despised.

His lips lifted for the barest moment, curling against mine. “I will protect you against them.”

“Just shut it and f*ck me,” I mumbled.

Hell, if I was going to have sex with a shifter…it might as well be the Mayor of Woodland Creek.

His sadist family was the furthest from my mind.

The Mayor’s erection? Now, that was priority.





“Ow! Dammit, be careful,” I groaned when he slammed me back up against the wall, my clothes just having been torn off. Literally. I think my tennis shoes were even in shreds thanks to him. Truly, he was f*cking strong. My hip was going to be bruised where it had hit with what I was pretty sure was a desk next to us, the sharp edge having jabbed me.

“Toughen up, Little One,” he growled.

He was naked too in a mere blink.

Ah…whatever.

His cock was just as enormous as what it had felt like against my leg with our clothes on. Only now he was grinding it against my clenching, soaking core. I groaned, “Get inside me.”

“No foreplay?”

My voice turned shrill. “Are you serious?”

He chuckled softly. “No, I’m not.”

“What? That didn’t…” I sucked in a hard breath when his grip tightened on my bare thighs, and his hips tilted back and he slammed them forward. I screamed. He was so damn massive, my eyes enormous watching his face even as the fire of the pulsing power shivered in the air, fluxing again. “More…more.”

“You’re bitty,” he ground through clenched teeth.

“You’re huge,” I mumbled, slapping his shoulders and crossing my ankles behind his back. I paused, then almost had a panic attack, my next words a shriek of the freaked-the-f*ck-out. “Condom! We need a condom!”

He shook his head absently, tilting his hips back the barest bit, then shoving brutally inside me again. My breasts rubbed along his muscled pecs as my head tilted back on a moan I couldn’t stop. But my heartbeat was still pattering inside my chest in worry. He muttered breathlessly, “There’s a spell…I can’t have any children.”

I stared at the ceiling, sucking oxygen as my gripping channel slowly adjusted, only to be rammed again as he thrust once more, trying to fully seat his cock inside me, my mind half stupid in lust. “What…no condom?”

Entirely breathless. “No condom. You won’t get pregnant.”

Lost in the feeling, I groaned cynically, “Good...cause you feel good.”

He snorted softly. “Good?” He pulled his hips back, then thrust balls deep inside me. I choked, my short nails digging into his shoulders, even as I shouted in pure ecstasy. “Hmm, Kennedy?”

I only whimpered.

He didn’t move, but he did jerk his head so his hair flew back from his face. Just as suddenly, the moon came out from behind a cloud, the tinted window allowing the slimmest amount of the full moon in, bathing the room in subdued, eerie light.

I could see his face now.

Another whimper escaped me, even while I panted for air, so damn full of his cock that I was truly impaled by his manly bit. My gaze flew to his face, taking him all in as quickly as possible, not knowing how long there would be this light to see him by.

He was definitely the Mayor.

The man also appeared cocky as hell right now in comparison to the news footage I had seen of him. He normally appeared fierce and silently cunning. The silently cunning hadn’t left his gaze, an intimidation all of its own. It was still there, but he also appeared arrogant. The man knew he was filling me just right.

My blonde brows lifted. I stayed silent. Two could play at this game.