Chapter 6 – Farrah
Iscream bloody murder when we’re airborne.
Locheran shifts me around so I can wrap my short legs around his waist. I don’t even care that my ass is likely hanging out now that my dress has rolled up my hips.
I cling onto the gargoyle as tight as I can and bury my face into his chest, holding my breath and praying to any god who will listen that this monster won’t drop me.
I’m not sure how long we ascend but when the air stops whizzing past my ears and it feels like we’re floating, I slowly lift my head. We’re high above Brooklyn with the East River and the sparkling lights of the Brooklyn Bridge below us.
It’s beautiful.
And terrifying.
I rest my forehead on Locheran’s shoulder and take deep breaths, attempting to calm my nerves. His scent fills my nose: campfire, vanilla, cedar, and hints of citrus.
Jesus H. Christ he smells fantastic.
“Do I smell good?” he asks with a soft chuckle.
“No.”
“Your cunt says otherwise.”
I swallow hard and lift my head again. “You can… smell me?”
I mean, I knew supernatural beings had enhanced hearing and sight, but I didn’t even think about enhanced smell. It makes sense. They’re primal… predators… the top of the food chain.
“Yes,” Locheran says, his face barely an inch from mine. His warm breath fans across my lips and I unwillingly lick them. Minty. “Humans give off unique scents. They don’t realize how irresistible they are to monsters, especially when scared… or turned on. Those emotions are… near intoxicating.”
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply.
“You’re equally scared and turned on right now.”
He winks, and I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. This is the most Locheran has ever spoken to me. This is the most I’ve ever spoken to the gargoyle. Well, the most I remember since I’m sure I said something dumb when I got drunk at Evangeline’s wedding reception.
At least I remember kissing him and loving it.
God, how I want to do it again.
“No, wait… now you’re more turned on. What are you thinking about, Mouse?”
“Stop smelling me, creep.”
“You smelled me first.”
“Hold on… did you just call me mouse again? That’s twice now.”
He shrugs and my eyes move past his shoulders to his wings. They’re light purple compared to his darker purple skin and massive. They’ve got to have a ten-foot spread from end to end. He flaps them casually, keeping us steady while high in the sky.
It’s fascinating.
The urge to reach out and touch them battles with my need to keep my tight grip around Locheran’s neck.
I try to relax and inhale the freshness of the air. No stench wafting from subway grates. No piles of trash on the sidewalk.
Just fresh air.
And Locheran.
This almost has me forgetting about seeing the photo of my father on his phone. It’s why I ran off to get a drink. I needed to leave before my nerves gave me away. My fast heartbeat and face draining of blood certainly would have alerted them that I recognized the man in that photo.
We dip slightly in the air, and I yelp, clawing my nails into Locheran’s neck. If it hurts, he doesn’t let on.
“Are you afraid of heights?” he asks, likely feeling my body tense around him.
“Not usually, but I’ve never been kidnapped and flown into the sky by a frustrating gargoyle before.”
“I didn’t kidnap you,” he says, his mouth way too close to mine.
If I leaned in slightly, my lips would be on his.
But I won’t. I can’t.
I look away, attempting to put some distance from his sexy lips.
“You literally carried me out of the event. I wanted to stay and drink and dance. I dressed up and look fucking hot. I didn’t shave and wax every fucking inch of my body just to be there for five minutes.”
“You do look amazing, but you were in a room full of predators and every last monster in there wanted a taste.”
“Maybe I wanted them to have a taste.”
Locheran’s grip on me tightens and growls, “No.”
“Excuse me?” The words are an octave higher. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can fuck a monster if I want to.”
“Then fuck me.”
“What?”
“Fuck. Me.”
“Loch…” I sigh because I absolutely want to be destroyed by this gargoyle.
He could destroy me too. I mean, he lifted my 250-pound ass and carried me out of the venue like it was nothing.
And he seems to find me attractive. Not that I have problems with men finding me attractive and getting dates.
It’s just the bedroom part I never seem to enjoy, which is why I’m a professional single person.
I never reach relationship level because I call things off after shitty sex.
What if Locheran…
No…
“It’s… a bad idea,” I say.
“Probably, but I’m really good at bad ideas.”
I hadn’t been paying attention and realize we’ve lowered enough to see buildings on my left and right.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you back to the party.”
“Oh.”
“Is that not what you want?”
“It is but…”
His bare feet hit the ground—no it’s the rooftop of the venue.
“But?” He goads and starts walking.
“Let me down.”
“Not until you finish your sentence.”
He stops when we reach an extended part of the roof that houses the rooftop door.
“Maybe we could…” I let my words trail, too scared to say it out loud.
My back presses against a wall, and I gasp when Locheran drops me enough to grind his hardening cock against my panties-covered pussy. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from groaning.
“Could, what, Farrah? Tell me.”
He leans in and rubs his nose along my neck.
“We could fool around,” I say, nearly out of breath.
He lifts his head, his mouth hovering mine.
“Good girl,” he rasps, and the words sink right to my cunt.
I can’t take it anymore and lean in, pressing my mouth to his. The kiss is soft at first, as if he’s being cautious with me. So, I part my lips, giving him permission for more.
He devours me.
His tongue swoops in and caresses my own.
Fuck. He’s good at that.
His mouth works mine, becoming more frantic with every passing second.
Something sharp keeps scratching my lips, and the coppery taste of blood hits my tongue.
His fangs.
I saw them peeking out tonight every time he spoke or smiled. I wonder what they’d feel like on my neck… biting down.
Then there’s his horns… I could use them as handles while I’m—
Locheran suddenly stops kissing me and pulls away.
He rests his forehead on mine, breathing heavily.
“You’re killing me, Farrah,” he groans. “I want to taste you so bad right now. I want to sink deep inside you.”
He grinds his cock harder against my soaked panties.
“Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Locheran, I want you to do all that too…”
“But?”
“But I’ve had bad experiences with sex before and—”
He lifts his head and lowers me until my feet hit the ground.
“Bad how?”
Panic and violence fill his eyes, likely thinking the worst.
“Oh my God, Loch, no,” I say and place my palms on his chest. I rub them up and down, and he closes his eyes, covering my hands with his to stop the movement.
“I just mean that I don’t enjoy myself. I can’t orgasm…
um… vaginally. Like, it feels good, but I never reach release. Gosh, this is embarrassing.”
I bury my face in Locheran’s chest and inhale his smell. I can’t get enough.
“Farrah,” he says, clutching my chin and lifting my face. “I promise you that one night with me will make up for all the bad sex you’ve ever had.”
“So confident,” I tease.
“You don’t believe me?”
“It’s not that… it’s just… a lot of guys have said that to me, so… I have trust issues.”
“Those were human men with normal cocks and no tails.”
“Your cock isn’t normal?”
I glance down at his bulge and he chuckles darkly, the sound calling to my needy pussy. I squeeze my thighs.
“Hasn’t Evangeline told you anything about her sex life?”
I scrunch my nose. “We, um, haven’t had time to talk about that.”
He leans in; his mouth brushing over mine. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
He takes hold of me and twists me around, then pulls me against his front.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Mouse,” he says, his right arm snaking around my mid-section.
His left hand rests on my hip. “I’m going to give you a taste of what’s to come.
Then we’ll go back to the party. Tomorrow I have a meeting and a presentation at night two of this conference, but after that, I'm yours. I can pick you up around ten, take you out on a date, or we can stay in and fuck until sunrise.”
“Jesus, Loch.”
He laughs softly against my neck.
“Did you know a gargoyle’s tail can be used as a weapon?”
I shake my head and said tail tickles my ankle before slithering up my calf and between my thighs.
“Gargoyle tails can also be used as a toy… for their partner.”
Oh my God.
The tip is bulbous, like a hardened flower bud, and it now presses against my pussy. My underwear is the only obstacle stopping it from sliding in.
I jump and moan when vibration sends a jolt of pleasure throughout my body.
No fucking way.
“It vibrates?” I manage to say through my panting.
“Among other things.”
I’m on my tiptoes; my arm hooked around the back of Locheran’s neck to keep myself upright. My knees are too weak to hold me up.
The tip of his tail pushes my panties aside, which wasn’t difficult since I’m wearing a thong and there’s not much material. It sinks past my FUPA to press against my clit. The vibration gets stronger.
“Oh, fuck.”
Locheran’s hand slips behind the top of my dress and finds my breast. His fingers take hold of my nipple.
“Most human men don’t know their way around a woman’s body,” Locheran whispers and pinches. I arch my back, but he presses his other hand on my stomach to stop me from moving. “I’m a thousand years old, Mouse. I have a lot of experience. I’m patient. And I’m thorough.”
I bite my lip as my orgasm nears. Damn, that was quick. His large hand—the one not on my breast—cups my chin and turns my head. Using his thumb, he tugs my bottom lip from my teeth.
“Don’t hold back. Let everyone hear what I do to you.”
His vibrating tail pulses—like one of my toys… but better—and he tugs at my sensitive nipple while grazing his fangs over my neck.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” he says.
That sends me over the edge.
I scream as waves of pleasure slam into me like I've never felt before.
I came so easily. How? I mean, it’s not like we had sex sex. And his vibrating tail did the same thing my toys usually do, but still. It’s as if my body was lit on fire just by his touch, and my pleasure grew out of control as he did more wonderful things to me.
I can’t understand it, but I’m absolutely here for it.
Once I’m done shaking, Locheran pulls his tail out from between my legs. I watch over my shoulder as he lifts it to his mouth and licks it clean. He closes his eyes, the lids fluttering like he’s tasting the finest meal at a Michelin star restaurant.
Once satisfied he’s got every drop of me, he twists me around and kneels before me to pull the bottom of my dress down, making sure my ass is no longer hanging out.
“I’m going to fly us to the ground to grab your shoes. Then we’ll stop in a bathroom before returning to the party. You might want to fix your hair and makeup… unless you want everyone to see what I’ve done to you?”
He smirks and winks, and I roll my eyes because he’s such a confident fuckboy.
“One thing’s for sure,” he continues. “Every monster in that room is going to smell me on you. They won’t dare try to take what’s mine.”
Mine?
It should piss me off that he’s staking claim on me like I'm a fucking object.
Instead, I'm turned on again.
And I’m already counting the minutes until tomorrow night. I think I’m too impatient for a date. I want to stay in and let him do all the things he offered.
I know I said this was a bad idea, but there’s something about him, about what we’re doing, that feels right.