Chapter 19 – Farrah
I’m pretty sure I hear Locheran speaking to Potato in the kitchen and an image of him having a full-fledge conversation with a cat flashes in my head. It makes me smile so big, my cheeks hurt.
This monster is always making me smile. I’m starting to realize how much I’ve missed this feeling. Happiness. I haven’t felt it in years. Not since Evangeline and I were roommates in college. Then she got married to her asshole ex and I barely saw her anymore.
When Locheran appears in the doorway of the bedroom, he pauses. A smile rivaling my own spreads across his beautiful face, revealing his fangs.
“Who were you talking to in there?” I ask and swing my legs over the side of the bed to sit up.
He raises a thick brow and steps into the room.
“No one.”
“Uh huh. I think you’re turning into a cat person.”
He takes a step closer. “I’m a monster. Not a person.”
“Fine, you’re turning into a cat-loving monster.”
Another step closer.
“Take it back.”
“Nope.”
My heart beats faster with every inch he closes in on me. It’s his natural predator stalking me. The hunter being hunted.
I wonder if he’d actually hunt me? Like, chase me in the woods then fuck me in the dirt?
Locheran groans. “Farrah, don’t tempt me with a good time.”
Or maybe we could fight before we fuck. Hunter versus monster.
He curses. Once he’s in front of me, he squeezes himself between my legs.
My head only reaches his chest, so he latches onto the nape of my neck and uses his claw to tilt my head up.
It digs into my chin, but not enough to pierce the skin.
Part of me wants it to. I want him to taste me.
To drink my blood like he did the night we bonded.
He inhales deeply before rubbing his nose along mine.
“What are you thinking about, little mouse? I can smell how turned on you are.”
He brushes his mouth over my lips.
Teasing me.
I know he heard everything. Every thought.
“Maybe I want you to say it out loud,” he whispers, lightly swiping his tongue over my parted lips.
I try to squeeze my legs together to contain my pleasure, but he inches forward, which spreads me open even more.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Say it,” he demands.
“I want you to bite me again. Make me bleed. Drink from me.”
He groans and covers my mouth with his. The kiss is deep. One that allows his long, thick tongue to worship every inch of my mouth. His fangs are out, and the sharp tips scrape hard enough to cut.
The metallic taste hits my tongue for only a second before Locheran laps it up. He sucks on my lips, forcing a moan from me. My hands reach for his nape because I need him closer, as if that’s even possible, but he grabs my wrists and pulls away.
I whine and the cocky jerk smiles.
“Be a good girl and stay still while I undress you,” he says, lifting me off the bed to stand.
He grabs the hem of my shirt. It’s one of Locheran’s that’s too big for me yet fits his muscled chest and monster body perfectly.
He slowly removes the piece of clothing and tosses it to the floor.
His large hands skim down my front, over my chest where he takes my nipples between his fingers.
He pinches hard enough that I moan and arch my back.
“I love the way you respond to my touch,” he says.
He gently lays me down on the bed behind me.
He’s always gentle with me, unlike the men I’ve been with. They tended to be rough, never wanting to hold me or cuddle. They never wanted to take it slow to let our desires build. It was always wham, bam, thank you ma’am.
I think that’s why they could never please me. They didn’t take the time to learn my body and what I liked.
They never appreciated me.
Not like Locheran does.
My gargoyle.
My mate.
Now bare chested and laid out in front of Locheran, he takes in my body.
His eyes heat as they scan over my breasts and stomach.
Like the last time he did this, I have the urge to cover myself so he can’t see my stretch marks.
He must have heard the thought because his wings unfurl, and they pin my hands over my head.
The movement was fast and unexpected, garnering a gasp from me.
“Your body was made for me, Farrah. Don’t you ever forget that,” he says while slipping off his shirt. His pants go next, and he smirks as my eyes widen the moment I spot his hardening cock.
I still don’t know how that thing fits inside me.
His clawed fingers hook behind the band of my pants, and he inches them down. I lift my ass to help and once the material is in a puddle on the ground, I’m left entirely naked on the bed.
I shiver when one of Locheran’s heavy palms glide over my front, from between my breasts down to the top of my pussy. He leans over to follow the same trail with soft kisses. He makes sure to press his full lips on each stretch mark, above my belly button, and on my FUPA.
Then he falls to his knees, spreading my legs wide and burying his nose in my slick heat. He inhales deeply and growls, the sound nothing less than a feral monster ready to devour his prey.
I’ve never wanted to be someone’s prey until this moment.
“Tell me what feels good, Mouse,” he says and shoves his long, thick tongue inside me.
I want to grab hold of something, anything. His horns. The bedsheets. But I’m still bound by his wings, left vulnerable to my mate.
He thrusts his tongue in and out, slowly, while his thumb presses down on my clit and starts massaging.
“That,” I wheeze. “Good.”
I try to close my legs on his head since I’m still not used to having anyone down there, but he uses his tail and the hand not pleasuring me to push them back open.
He picks up speed, pumping his tongue while working my clit.
“Good,” I gasp, giving him permission to go faster.
And he does.
I never knew a tongue could move so fast. It’s driving into me with purpose and as I get closer to reaching my release, my walls clamp around him.
No, it’s not my walls. It’s his tongue. It’s expanding, allowing it to grate over every sensitive nerve within me.
All while he flicks my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Loch, yes, I’m… I’m…”
I scream when the orgasm washes over me. My body arches and shakes, but Locheran keeps me held down. He keeps my legs wide open. He keeps his thick tongue deep inside me.
Stars flash across my vision before I start to come down. Every orgasm caused by this beast is earth shattering.
He rescinds his tongue and stands, then crawls over my body to kiss me. His lips are covered in my pleasure, but I don’t care. I lap it all up.
His hand travels down to my front as we make out, scraping his claws over my skin. I moan at the sensation, but Locheran silences it with more kisses. Once his hand reaches my slick opening, he retracts his claws and slips a finger inside.
A girthy finger.
“So wet for me, Farrah,” he says against my mouth.
He soaks the digit well before moving it down to my asshole. I suck in a sharp breath and he breaks our kiss.
“Have you ever had anyone here?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine.
I shake my head.
He smiles and gives me a peck on the lips.
“We’ll fix that.”
He sinks his finger past the first ring of muscles, and I hold my breath at the pressure it causes.
“Relax. Tell me if it hurts.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Then tell me if it feels good.”
“It feels… strange but good.”
He pushes in another inch, and I arch my back.
“Oh, yes. Okay. I like that.”
“We’ll get you stretched out here, Farrah, that way my tail can take your ass. Then once you can handle that, my cock will fuck this perfect little hole.”
He’s distracted me with his graphic words, and his finger is now down to the last knuckle.
“I’m going to fuck your ass with my finger while you take my cock at the same time, okay?”
I gulp and nod.
He removes the finger so he can adjust our bodies, both of us on our sides and with me facing him.
He lifts my leg and rests it over his hip.
Once satisfied with our positions, he uses the self-lubrication of his tail to soak my tight hole, then replaces the tail with his finger, pushing it back inside.
The tip of his cock lines up with my cunt. He inches the thick, bulbous shaft inside me, allowing me to stretch to his size.
“Eyes on me, Farrah,” he says when I try to squeeze them shut.
Because it feels fucking amazing.
He starts moving, his thrusts languid at first. Slowly, he pulls his finger out of my ass then presses it back in.
“Good?” he asks.
I nod.
“Use your words, Farrah.”
“Good. Fucking good.”
Once satisfied with the rhythm of his finger, he moves his hips faster. I’m wet enough that he’s not met with much resistance, allowing him to piston into me at a speed that leaves me panting.
“You’re doing so well, my little mouse.”
He takes hold of my hair and tugs my head back to kiss me. A distraction as his cock, his vibrating cock, drives into me.
Holy shit that feels good.
I scream, and I'm pretty sure my eyes roll back into my head. Locheran doesn’t slow down. His thrusts work in tandem with the finger fucking my asshole.
“Fuck, Loch, oh God.” The words mash together as lust takes over.
“Don’t hold back, Farrah. I want to hear how well I fuck you,” Locheran says. “Come on my cock, baby. Soak it for me.”
I’m whimpering. I’m moaning. I’m making sounds I never knew I could make.
Locheran’s lips move from my mouth along my jaw and down to my neck. He sucks the skin, nipping at it with his teeth. His fangs scratch the surface, pushing me closer to my release.
It’s all too much.
His thick, vibrating cock rakes over every inch of my pussy walls. His girthy finger stretches my asshole wonderfully.
Then his fangs sink down.
My orgasm explodes. Locheran gives one final thrust before emptying his cum inside me. He drinks my blood like a man dying of thirst. Every pull of his lips on my neck drags my orgasm out until my vision flickers.
“Pass. Out,” I mumble.
Loch immediately unlatches himself. My eyes flutter, struggling to stay open. He pats my cheeks, trying to keep me awake.
“Hey, don’t pass out on me again,” he says, his voice frantic.
I feel us moving. He has me in his arms, then seconds later ice-cold water showers down on me.
“What the fuck!”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Loch says.
Okay. Now I’m awake.