Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(6)
We were both in pain with this power slamming into us. There was only one way to relieve it.
But…I stilled when his eyes gradually…turned into something else. Quite literally.
The shape molded into…his Gargoyle.
It was his Gargoyle peeking out at me.
My voice turned into the whisper of the utterly and completely frightened. “That’s the freaky shit I was talking about. Please stop.”
But the Mayor made no attempt at a verbal response.
He merely tilted his head forward, those eyes, the eyes of the Gargoyle staring at me as he—it—inhaled deeply, holding the breath in.
I held my own breath, staying perfectly still.
His voice was whacked, totally half-growling-Gargoyle. “Good?”
My lips parted the barest bit, a quiet voice. “Please. Stop.”
He blinked…and it was him staring back at me, his eyes shaped with their normal tilt. “Apologies.”
I exhaled heavily. “Accepted.” Clearing my throat pointedly, I wiggled a bit in his grip, then mumbled grudgingly, “You feel better than good.” I stared, irritated. “Think you can move now?”
His fierce features creased the barest bit as his lips lifted into the devil’s grin, making me feel as if he had been playing a game with me. “Oh, I can move.” His ass flexed as he pulled his hips back, tightening against the heels of my feet. My mouth fell open on an animalistic shout of pure pleasured satisfaction as he slammed his hips flush with mine, his cock gliding gloriously through my channel, filling me beyond pleasure. “I’ll move you. I’ll move you all night long, Kennedy.”
I nodded briskly. “Okay.”
He still wore that wicked grin. “Okay.”
His mouth landed on mine as he started pounding into me, no easy penetration. All want and need, the power wrapping us in its grip. It was pure single-minded devotion to completion that held us in its grip.
I panted heavily, and he took the opportunity given, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and gliding it over mine. Sensual and erotic, our tongues played together, just as our bodies were. My breath was long gone, and I breathed him in as the wall I rested against shook in a heavy rhythm to each of his thrusts into me. His cock was like a damn dream inside me, my shouts becoming louder and fiercer as his pace began to quicken.
His Gargoyle—and it was his Gargoyle—took voice, growling fiercely as my thighs began to tremble against his lean waist, his stomach muscles clenching with each of his thrusts.
I didn’t even care at this point. I merely pressed my breasts again his chest even harder, rubbing my pebbled nipples against his pecs. Indulgent, intimate sweat began to mist our bodies as he dropped his face against my shoulder…and bit the living shit out of me.
My body froze, and then rocked hard against him, my scream of pained pleasure brutal, “Holy hell!”
His Gargoyle growled again, and he pressed harder against my clit while sucking fiercely where he had bit down against the soft spot on my neck, his tongue laving the wound.
I groaned, my entire body tightening.
He lifted a hand from his fierce grip on my hip and cupped one of my breasts.
Pinched my nipple.
My body jerked, and I flew into oblivion as his hips pounded against mine, brutally giving me what I needed. Sensual haze overtook me as I screamed again, arching my head back against the unforgiving wall. My legs and arms shook in zapping warmth of carnal bliss, my thoughts alone on mere pleasured satisfaction as he went rigid against me. My channel gripped his thrusting cock in pulses as I gurgled on a choke.
His cock, glistening with my wetness, slammed into me so hard, my body literally shoved back into the sheetrock an inch, the edges cracking and creaking against my sides as he shuddered, shouting on a guttural Gargoyle’s roar against my neck.
I squeaked breathlessly at the sound, my body tensing, bringing me down the smallest bit from my sated haze, but he was quivering against me as his cock jerked deep inside me, repeatedly scalding me with his come as he came just as hard as I had.
It was a new experience for me. A Gargoyle roaring as I climaxed. I would probably need therapy later, but right now, he just felt so damn good, I didn’t give a shit, merely holding onto him tight as I blinked open my eyes slowly, a soft moan my answer as my body relaxed fully inside his relentless grip.
Tap. Pound. Pound.
I jerked, instantly wrapping my arms around his neck tightly at the startling knock.
Still breathing heavily, his chest pumping against mine, Isaac’s head flew up at the wall behind me, where the sound—and vibration—had come from.
A feminine throat cleared from behind the wall we rested against, then…the shifter stated semi-loudly through the wall, clear enough to be heard, “Brother?”
My blink was gradual, my grip not unleashing around Isaac’s throat, his body just as frozen as mine. The woman’s voice…it was the shifter from earlier. The shifter who had been whisked away by the wizard.
He stared for a blink. Another. Cleared his throat, then without sounding as breathless as his chest was heaving, his heartbeat pounding in time with mine, he stated mildly, “Yes?”
I heard an uncomfortable groan, then a repetitive banging sound on the wall. “I. DID. NOT. WANT. TO. HEAR. THAT.” More repetitive thumping, then a pause. Her voice turned cross. “Carla?”
I sucked my lips inside my mouth, biting down on them. I didn’t make a peep.