Chapter 8 – Xander
I drop my sweats, and Evangeline’s eyes widen.
Gargoyle cocks are long and thick and bulbous throughout. The tip extends, curving to stimulate the G-spot or the prostate. And the base expands at the height of pleasure, knotting inside to make sure all my seed is spent and not one drop is wasted.
Like my tail, my cock can also vibrate to enhance my partner’s experience.
Evangeline’s pussy was neglected by that low-life of an ex, and I’m determined to make it right. But first, we need to stretch her out, prepare all her holes so she solely feels pleasure.
She should only feel pain if she asks for it.
She seems to like it rough. I’d love to tie her up and let my cock, tail, and wings fuck all her holes.
My fingers wrap around my shaft, and I squeeze before fisting up and down the length. Pre-cum leaks out of the tip.
Evangeline sits on the edge of the bed and watches like a good girl. She licks her lips, and her hands clutch the sheets.
She desperately wants to touch me, to have me in her mouth.
My strokes are slow because if I go any faster, I’ll come. I’m too worked up after making Evangeline orgasm thrice. I keep remembering her sounds, her whimpers and moans caused by me... yeah, I’m not going to last long.
“Come on me, Xander. Come in my mouth. Wherever you like,” she says, clearly seeing that I’m close to losing it.
“Fuck, why are you perfect?” I grind out.
I speed up my fisting, and Evangeline sticks out her tongue, begging to have my release in her mouth.
A beautiful sight that sends me over the edge.
I should warn her, but it’s too late. I come. Thick ropes fall on her tongue and chin, down to her breasts and stomach.
It’s...a lot of fucking cum .
Evangeline swipes her finger through the jizz on her chin and shoves it in her mouth.
Her eyes widen. “Holy shit. Why does it taste so good?”
Her words make my heart kick in my chest. I can’t tell her that it’s likely because she’s my fated mate. It’s too soon, and I don’t want to scare her away.
I first suspected it the moment we met. It explains why I feel such an intense attraction to her. I mean, just her photo on the dating app took my breath away.
But then we met in person…the way my heart felt as if it was being ripped from my chest because if she’s my mate, my heart belongs to her. The way she can see my true form, which no human should be able to do. If she’s my mate, no gargoyle masking will work against her.
And now…the way she takes pleasure in my pleasure... her cunt was delectable, better than any partner I’ve ever had. Sex between mates is always heightened, the bond nearly making us addicted to each other.
It will only become stronger if she accepts me, and we bind our souls together.
“Come on,” I say and hold out my hand. “Let’s clean you up.”
I lead her to the shower where I wash off my cum. I keep it quick, because after three orgasms, she’s barely able to keep her eyes open .
She was exhausted before, and I had every intention to let her rest after the earlier scare, but I lost all control when she showed interest in me, in my body, my wings…touching them and making my cock painfully hard. My wings being highly sensitive to her touch is another sign she’s my mate.
I dress her in the same sweats and t-shirt from before and lead her to her room.
“Wait. I want to sleep in your bed.”
I don’t argue because I can no longer deny her what she wants.
The moment I tuck her into my king-size bed, she falls asleep. I watch her for a few minutes and wonder what supernatural being wants to cause her harm. Why would they be after her?
The only answer that makes sense is me. If my potential fated mate is killed before we unite our souls, then I am as good as dead.
Evangeline is so fragile as most humans are. I’ll protect her, though. I just need to know what I’m up against. Maybe we can get some answers from her mother on Monday.
I wake with a stretch and a yawn, realizing that was the best sleep I’ve had in centuries. I reach for my kitten, only to realize she’s not there, and the mattress is cold.
My heart begins racing, worried she has left me, or perhaps she was taken by the creature I sensed outside the barriers last night. Were they able to get through?
It’s not until I hear her hearty laughter coming from the kitchen that my anxious thoughts subside. Locheran’s voice follows, and an emotion I’ve never felt before rises within my body.
Jealousy.
I slip out of bed and march out to the kitchen where the two sit at the island.
“Whoa, buddy,” Locheran begins. “You’ve got murder on your face. Are we going demon hunting?”
Evangeline’s eyes widen, and her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’. Locheran’s words should have concerned her, but instead, she seems intrigued.
“No, wait,” Locheran says, his mouth twisting into a malicious grin. “I know what’s happening.”
“What?” Evangeline asks, her face twisting in confusion .
Locheran throws up his hands. “Look, Xanny. I’m just here to deliver a cat.”
That’s when I notice a black cat on my marble countertop eating wet food. It glances up at me and slow-blinks before resuming its meal.
“Sorry about her being on the countertop. I’ll wipe it down. She’s very picky about where she eats. I have to feed her like this at my apartment.”
Evangeline chews on her bottom lip, worried about my reaction. I suppose I still have a territorial mask on my face. I knew this would happen the moment I tasted her. The need to make her mine, to protect and defend her from other gargoyles, kicked in.
It will only get worse the more we give in to the bond.
Locheran knows this. He’s testing me, the asshole.
“Do not be sorry, Kitten. The cat can be on the counter.”
“Birdie. That’s her name.”
“Right. Birdie.”
I turn my attention to Locheran. “You should go.”
“Xander,” Evangeline gasps. “That wasn’t very nice. The commander and I were enjoying our breakfast and talking about our favorite zombie movies and TV shows.”
She places her palm on top of his knuckles, and I fist my hands at my side .
“You can stay,” she says to Locheran, who notices my building fury.
“Uh...” He stands and sets his dishes in the sink. “I actually have to go. I forgot I have a meeting to attend.”
He pauses next to me before leaving.
“Tone it down, buddy. You don’t want to scare her away.”
I breathe in deeply, then slowly let out the breath. The moment Locheran is gone, that territorial fight subsides.
“What the hell was that about?” Evangeline asks, standing to put her dirty dishes in the sink. “Why did Locheran lie about having a meeting and rush out of here so fast?”
“How do you know he was lying?”
“Because he told me he had no plans today. Plus, I just somehow knew he was lying.”
She could probably sense or taste his deception, another side effect of being my fated mate. I can taste the lies of my soldiers.
I walk to the coffee machine to pour myself a cup of much needed caffeine.
“Maybe he could sense how hungry I am right now.” I watch her over the top of my mug. She’s leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed, brows pinched. Her adorable button nose scrunches .
“Then eat something. Locheran made breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.”
“I’m not talking about that type of breakfast, Kitten.”
Her mouth falls open, and her eyes widen. “Oh.”
She squirms on her feet, and the heavenly scent of her arousal hits my nose. Good. Maybe she’ll forget about me acting like a possessive asshole when I make her scream my name.
I set my mug down and stalk toward her, caging her in between my long arms.
“I’m starving, Evangeline. I want to lay you down on this countertop and devour your delectable cunt,” I whisper next to her ear. She shivers as my hot breath brushes against her skin. “I want to hear your screams of pleasure when my mouth makes you come. Then, once you’re done shaking from your release, I’ll do it again because you deserve all the orgasms your asshole ex failed to give you.”
“What if I want you to fuck me on this counter?”
I growl, and her eyes light up at her favorite sound. “You’re not ready for my cock, Kitten. I need you to be patient. Can you do that for your king?”
She answers by slipping off her sweats and panties and climbing on top of the counter.
Her cat lifts its head from the bowl of food, and the smart thing must realize what’s about to happen because it jumps down and disappears somewhere inside the penthouse.
“I can be patient.”
She moves her hand down to touch her clit, and I swat it away.
“No, Evangeline. Your pleasure is mine . You will never be forced to come by your hand or by any toy ever again. Not unless I’m the one ordering you to touch yourself. Not unless I’m the one holding the toy.”
She whimpers, clearly liking the sound of that.
I sit down on a stool, placing myself perfectly in front of Evangeline’s pussy. I lean in and inhale deeply.
“If I could bottle the delicious scent of your cunt, I would.”
Then I wrap my arms around her thick thighs and dive in.