Chapter 11 – Evangeline
“ T he base of your penis...expands?”
He nods.
“Is it for pleasure?”
“Yes, and to breed.”
A strange laugh bubbles up my throat and out of my mouth. “You want to have babies with me?”
“I’d be honored.”
“Does your penis knot every time we have sex?”
“Naturally, yes, but I can control it and will it not to.”
“So I won’t get pregnant the first time we have sex?”
“No. Only when you and your body are ready.”
“Oh,” I say, my voice an octave higher.
Xander’s eyes widen, clearly seeing my...panic. “Do you not want children?”
“I...um...maybe? I don’t know. Brandon never wanted kids.”
I chug the rest of my wine, then pour another full glass while composing my words. I did not expect to be talking about having kids with my failed ‘one-night stand’ just a few days after meeting him.
“Growing up, not having any siblings, I always dreamed about having at least two kids. Then I met Brandon, and he hated children. He convinced me I didn’t want them either. I’m glad we never had any because that would have tied me to him. Now I’ve met you, and we’re mates and...”
My gargoyle king gives me a lopsided smile.
“But I’m forty years old. I’m getting too old to have a baby.”
He lifts his hand and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Remember what I said about sharing my immortality with you?”
My mouth drops open, but no words come out. Yes, I do remember him saying that, but I didn’t let it sink in. How the hell are you supposed to react to someone telling you that fucking could lead to immortality?
Okay, I know there’s more to it, but still.
“Yes, I suppose you did say that.”
“You will stop aging. Your immune system will fortify. You can still get sick and injured; however, you will heal faster, and dying will become difficult. You will be able to survive a gunshot wound or being stabbed in the heart, unless it is a warspear that pierces it. Warspears are made of iron, which is toxic to gargoyles and their mates. And if I were to die, then you will likely pass shortly after. Losing a mate is the most painful experience.”
Well, that’s morbid.
“So, you’re basically saying we can enjoy the honeymoon stage for a few years before deciding to have kids?”
He smiles and nods. “I like your line of thinking.”
We sit on the stools at the kitchen island to eat. Birdie jumps up on the countertop, trying to convince us to share. Xander is wooed by her adorableness and feeds her some chicken.
“She likes you.”
“Cats and gargoyles have been friends for centuries.”
“Except for Locheran.”
Xander chuckles. “He says they’re evil. I think it’s because one scratched him, and he was a big baby about it.”
We finish our dinner and move to the living room with our glasses of wine. I select my favorite movie to watch, Ever After. Xander’s favorite movie is The Godfather, which I haven’t seen, so maybe we’ll watch that next time .
Between my stomach being full of delicious tacos, the wine making me tipsy, and being content as fuck, I make it halfway through the movie before falling asleep.
I wake up well before the sun has set, and rush to the bathroom to relieve myself of all the wine I drank last night.
Yesterday was exhausting, to say the least. My mind is still trying to process...everything. My mother branding me and telling me I’m a target because I’m Xander’s mate. Him explaining the bonding ritual. Knotting shouldn’t sound hot, but I kept visualizing his cock expanding while inside me. I almost had to change my panties with how wet I got.
I return to bed to watch Xander sleep. He has a king-sized bed, which is good since he’s massive. He’s long and wide, and when he sleeps, he spreads out. He kicked me a couple times overnight while tossing and turning. It’s the second night in a row his sleep has been riddled with bad dreams .
I can only hope once I accept the bond—which still terrifies me to think about—his restless nights will no longer be a thing.
God, he’s beautiful. His long lashes flutter over his lavender cheeks. His smooth skin is flawless and always burns hot. The blue mane of hair never seems to frizz or get ratty, and I’m envious of the luscious locks.
I wonder if he’d let me braid it.
I reach out my finger and trace it down his nose to his plump, wide lips.
He’s a wonderful kisser.
I lean up on my elbow and cover his mouth with mine. The moment our lips touch, his eyes shoot open, and his arm wraps around me, tugging me on top of him.
“Well, good morning, Kitten,” he says, smoothing his hands up and down my thighs.
I’m now on top of his groin, so I start grinding in circles. His cock hardens beneath me, and he growls, the sound rumbling deep within his chest.
“When are you going to fuck me?” I whine.
“You think you’re ready?”
“Yes. You said we can have sex without doing the bonding ritual, right?”
“We can. ”
“And you’ll knot? I want to experience it, but you swear I won’t get pregnant?”
“If you’re not ready, then you will not get pregnant. I will knot and pour all my cum inside you if that’s what you want.”
I groan and reach down to tug at the band of his sweats. He doesn’t stop me as I fish out his cock.
“Oh,” I whisper the moment my palm slides down the length.
It’s one thing seeing it, but feeling it is even better. The shaft is long, thick, and bulbous throughout. It’s velvety, unlike the texture of the rest of his skin.
This cock is going to destroy me.
Xander inhales deeply. “Fuck, I love the smell of your cunt when you’re turned on. You get so wet for me.”
I groan and use his pre-cum as lubricant as I fist him harder, squeezing and twisting.
He closes his eyes and continues to rub his hands up and down my thighs—always needing to touch me.
“I want you inside me, Xander.”
Without warning, he flips us over, my back hitting the mattress. Xander crawls between my legs and slowly peels off my pajama pants and panties, tossing them over the side of the bed .
He sinks two fingers inside me, and I arch off the mattress.
“You think you can take me?”
“Yes, Xander, please.”
“So greedy, Kitten.”
“I am. I need you.”
I try to reach down for his cock again, but his wings swoop in and pin my hands above my head.
My new favorite thing.
“Can you be patient for me?”
“Yes. I’ll be patient.”
“Good girl.”
The tip of his cock teases my entrance. He runs it up and down, slathering it in my pleasure.
“I’m going to go slow, okay?”
When I nod, he pushes in an inch.
“Fuck,” I scream.
My pussy stretches around the bulbous tip.
“You’re doing so well, Evangeline.”
He slides in more, now halfway. I squirm underneath him and attempt to break free of the winged binds.
“You’re being such a patient little kitten,” he says and thrusts in to the hilt.
I close my eyes at the sudden tightness and try to arch off the bed again, but this time, his tail pushes on my lower stomach, holding me down.
My cunt throbs around his cock. I’ve never felt so full.
When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. Maybe he’s trying to gauge my pain.
“It feels amazing, Xander. Please start moving.”
His hesitation melts away, and he pulls back, then slams back inside me. He fucks me slow at first, being ever so careful with me.
“You won’t break me. Go faster, harder.”
He picks up speed, his heavy balls slamming against my ass as he drives into me.
“I can feel how close you are,” he groans, pumping his hips vigorously.
His hands reach up to cup my tits, squeezing and tweaking my nipples simultaneously. I moan and try to move my arms because I want nothing more than to touch him right now, but his wings will not allow it.
I’ve never been tied up in bed before, and not having control over what he does to my body is...freeing.
Because he’s focusing on my pleasure and worshipping every inch of my body .
His tail presses against my swollen clit and starts vibrating. It only takes a few more of his thrusts before I lose it, screaming out as an orgasm ripples throughout my body.
Xander pauses, letting my pussy walls milk him.
When I’m finished, he starts moving again.
“So good, Kitten, but I’m going to need you to give me another one.”
I shake my head, whimpering. “I can’t.”
“You can and you will.”
Fuck, why was that so hot?
His tail moves in circles, massaging my clit with delicious vibrations.
Wait...that’s not the only thing vibrating.
“Holy shit, Xander, is your cock vibrating?”
“Yes,” he grunts, pounding into me.
The tip expands and every time he thrusts deep inside me, it brushes against my G-spot.
The vibrating—not only from his tail, but his cock—his fingers working my nipples, his wings holding me down...I’m already approaching another release.
“Xander, I’m going to come again.”
He picks up speed at my words. Our bodies slap together, piercing the quiet of the apartment. The moment the vibration of his cock intensifies, as if he pressed a setting, I climax for a second time .
Stars dance across my vision as my body shakes through the orgasm. That’s when an intense pressure, both painful and pleasant, presses against my spasming cunt.
The knotting.
His warm seed splatters my walls. I’ve never been able to feel it before.
Once Xander has emptied all his cum, he lays his head down between my breasts, catching his breath. His wings no longer hold down my arms, so I run my fingers through his sweat-matted hair. He hums at my touch.
“I need to wait until the knot goes down before I can remove myself from you. Since we are not fucking to breed, it won’t take too long. Five to ten minutes maybe,” he mumbles against my skin.
“How long does the knot stay…swollen when we’re fucking to breed?”
“Anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour.”
“Really? So your cock’s just hanging out inside me until…”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating throughout my body. “Until our bodies communicate, letting us know you are with child.”
He must sense my body tensing as I let his words sink in. My heart races. Though that could still be left over from the intense sex we just had .
“Like I said, it won’t happen until you’re ready.”
He lifts his head and smiles.
“Are you okay?”
I don’t tell him that my reaction to his words wasn’t panic. It’s more because our talk about knotting and getting pregnant didn’t scare me at all. Logically, talking about this with someone I’ve just met should raise all the red flags and send me running.
Instead, I almost feel content. Happy. Eager for this life he paints for our future.
Our future.
“Evangeline?” he asks, worry nipping at his voice.
“I’m more than okay, my king. I’m fucking amazing.”
I lean down to kiss him. His mouth hungrily devours mine, his long, thick tongue exploring every inch, as if it’ll be the last time we kiss.
After we make out for at least five minutes, he finally, and carefully, pulls out of me.
“Now,” he says, standing. “We’re going to shower, and you’re going to let me wash you.”
“I am?”
“Yes. And then I’ll cook you breakfast. ”
“You spoil me.”
“Evangeline, you deserve to be treated like a queen. Washing you in the shower and making you breakfast is the bare minimum.”
I take his offered hand, and he pulls me out of bed.
“I’m going to kill your ex for making you feel as if you’re not worth being loved and worshiped.”
The thing is, I believe he really would kill my ex, and I’m not even mad about it.