Chapter 9 – Farrah
Ileft my late lunch with Evangeline around four and came right home to take a cold shower.
Since I shaved my entire body before attending the conference last night, all that’s left for my night with Locheran is moisturizing and putting on a little makeup.
It’s not like I need to impress him.
Or do I?
Locheran texted me five minutes ago saying he was done with his responsibilities early and could come over now if I was ready.
I glance at the clock.
8:55.
Oh, God. I'm not ready. I mean, I am, but I’m nervous as fuck. More than nervous. My nerves are nervous.
It’s been years since I’ve hooked up with anyone. Not that I haven’t had the chance. Not that I haven’t wanted to. I love myself and my body, but it’s the getting naked part and letting someone else love my body that makes me pause.
Of all the partners I’ve had, I typically go right for sex. No foreplay. Because after the first dozen men and no orgasms from their mouths or fingers… I gave up. I have my toys that give me more pleasure than them.
I think that’s why I’m nervous about hooking up with Locheran. He’s a player. He’s had multiple partners and knows what he’s doing. He said so himself on the rooftop last night. If sex with him is bad… if I’m bad… then we still have to see each other because of our friends.
Five minutes after I responded to Locheran’s text saying he could come over now, there’s a knock at my door. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I walk to answer.
Locheran stands there in human form, posed with his arm resting on the door frame. A book boyfriend pose. His campfire scent wafts over me. I briefly close my eyes, inhaling deeply.
My stomach flutters and my pussy throbs.
Locheran lets out a deep growl, and he stands up straight with his hands clenched to his sides.
His monster threatening to take over.
“Farrah,” he says, his voice low and feral.
Something snaps inside me. My body buzzes with desperation. I can’t explain it, but it’s as if I’ll explode to pieces if I don’t have Locheran’s lips on mine, his hands all over me, his cock inside me.
I grab his shirt, pull him over the threshold, and kick the door closed. He’s massive, yet he allows me to take control.
He holds up a finger, removes my hands from his shirt, and steps back.
I pause and watch as he transforms back into a gargoyle. His skin darkens to a plum shade. His horns appear, followed by wings and a tail.
I always assumed it would be like a horror movie. A werewolf taking form on a full moon with breaking bones and protruding skin.
This was nothing like that. It was almost magical. As if his human form was just an illusion and fades away.
I’ll ask him about how it all works later, right now, I need him too badly.
My palms flatten on his chest, and I push, hard enough to slam him against the wall. He grunts but before he can say a word, my hands slide up his body to take hold of his nape and pull his mouth down to mine.
He parts his lips for me, and I slip my tongue inside, lashing it against his own. This kiss is nowhere near gentle.
Locheran’s large hands are on the move, skimming down my sides to my ass. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him as he steps away from the wall.
Without breaking the kiss, he walks us to my room. He consumes me. Teeth scraping over my lips—sharp fangs. The taste of blood hits my tongue and Locheran moans while lapping it up.
He lays me down on the bed and hovers over me.
“Is this okay?” he asks through heavy breaths.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan and grab his shirt at the hem to lift it over his head.
I pause, forgetting about his wings, but Locheran takes over, and the material magically comes apart.
His clothes are magical! Literally!
What happens next is frantic undressing between messy kisses. My panties are ripped from my body and the moment Locheran takes off my bra, his mouth closes over a nipple.
He sucks the hard peak, teasing it with his teeth and tongue.
I arch off the bed as he moves his mouth lower, over the stretch marks of my stomach. But before he can get to my FUPA, I wrap my hands around his upper arms and pull him back up to me.
“I need you inside me. Right now.” He hesitates. “Please, Locheran. I can take it.”
“Farrah,” he responds with a growl. He palms my cheek and skims his thumb along my jaw then over my lips. I take the tip between my teeth then suck it down to the knuckle. “Fuck, you’re amazing. So beautiful.”
I’ve had men say this to me before, but he’s the first one I believe means the words.
And he’s technically not a man. He’s a gargoyle.
A monster.
A monster who should activate my hunter DNA, but instead, I’m overpowered by lust.
Locheran reaches between us to take hold of his cock and runs the thick tip up and down my pussy lips.
“So wet for me,” he hums. “I’m going to go slow, okay?”
I nod, and he shakes his head.
“Tell me you understand. I’m bigger than you’re used to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I understand. You won’t hurt me. Please.”
My hands grip his waist as he inches himself in. I inhale sharply, closing my eyes. My pain tolerance is pretty high as a monster hunter, and it’s not that it hurts… there’s an intense pressure but it’s being masked by immense pleasure.
This is not how sex typically feels for me. This is… something more. This is—
He moves another inch in, and I whimper.
“That’s it, my little mouse. You’re doing so well.”
He’s being careful with me, letting my walls adjust to his size.
“Are you okay?” he asks, possibly seeing the wince on my face.
Or maybe it’s because I dig my nails into his sides. It hurts only because I need more. I need all of him.
“Keep going,” I whisper.
He pushes another inch and covers my nipple with his mouth. He sucks, and I gasp when his teeth graze over the peak again. He takes my other aching nipple between his fingers, and pinches, pulling a moan from me.
I’m panting by the time he releases my breast with a pop.
His wings, which typically stay flush against his back, are now in full display. I lift my hands to touch them, but they seem to have a life of their own, and using the little claws on the end, he hooks my wrists and places them above my head.
“I won’t last if you touch them,” he groans, his voice strained. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
That’s when I realize he’s fully seated inside me.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I say, despite my eyes watering. It’s not pain. It’s ecstasy. It’s nearly incapacitating. My body is a live wire, ready to explode at any moment.
Still, I need more.
I can’t let him see the tears preparing to fall so I claim a kiss and peel my hands from his wing’s hold to grab his muscular ass. I squeeze, hard, letting him know to start moving.
His initial thrusts are languid.
“Please. Faster. Harder,” I groan.
He hesitates, his lips frozen against mine.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“I will.”
He searches my eyes waiting to spot a lie, but he must see how badly I want this. Need this, and he gives in to my demands.
I scream his name at the first brutal jerk of his hips. It encourages him to keep going, fast and hard as I wanted.
“Fuck, Farrah, you’re so tight.”
My eyes roll back into my head. He was right about his cock not being like a human’s. It’s better. Thicker throughout, bulbous. It’s what Evangeline told me. Though, I didn’t get a good look at Locheran’s cock before I demanded he be inside me.
All I know is he’s hitting every goddamn nerve like no human man ever has done before. He’s grazing a spot inside me that’s never been touched.
His cock is vibrating.
Locheran groans as he pumps into me roughly. The pressure from his size is no longer there, and pleasure has taken over my entire body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says before adjusting us on the bed, placing his back to the headboard, allowing me to straddle him.
His wings spread out behind him, and I don’t even care that he knocks over shit on the bedside tables.
I want to touch them.
“Not yet. Ride me,” he growls and claims a kiss.
Wait. Did I say that out loud?
His lips move along my jaw, then to my neck. When his sharp fangs scrape over my skin, I whimper and start moving.
I don’t like being on top during sex. My knees are never strong enough, and I tire quickly, but now, it’s as if an electric current runs through my veins. I lift up, using Locheran’s shoulders as leverage, then slam back down on his thick, hard cock.
My screams echo off the walls, and I’m sure my neighbors think I’m being murdered in here, but I don’t care and continue to ride Locheran.
My hands find his beautiful long hair—the navy blue vibrant in the light. The tips of my fingers move to his horns, and I grab them, holding on tight as I slide up and down Locheran’s length.
His horns must be an erogenous zone because he curses and takes over, clutching my hips to thrust up into me.
His fangs scrape over my neck once again, and my pussy walls squeeze around him. Pressure builds, as if his cock is growing within me.
It is growing. The base expands until he can no longer move.
“Bite me,” I groan.
And he does. Without question. His fangs pierce the skin at the crook of my neck right as an orgasm erupts throughout my body.
Stars burst across my vision as he drinks from me while filling me up with his cum. I can feel his cock pulsing with his release. Once he’s done emptying his seed, he unlatches from my neck.
Then I bite him too.
He hisses and moans. I close my eyes as blood fills my mouth, and I growl like a ravenous animal. I drink and drink and drink until I’m shaking with another orgasm.
And then I pass out.