34. Evanee #2
“Fucking beautiful,” he drawled as he moved down, kneeling at the end of the bed. Suddenly, he grasped my thighs, dragging me to him as he planted his head between my legs.
“Ryker what—shit,” I rasped, my head falling back as he swept his tongue right up my center.
He growled in satisfaction, the sound reverberating against me.
My cry sounded far away as he devoured me, worshipped me.
As his tongue circled and flicked my clit, my hands fisted in the comforter, his name strangled in my throat as I rocked my hips.
Pleasure coiled tight—
The bed jostled as he pulled away. Again. A growl ravaged my throat as I propped on my elbows, everything throbbing.
Pants hit the floor, and my eyes flared at his size. There hadn’t been anyone since him either. Even though we’d been together before, I found I was… nervous. What if I didn’t do it right? Could you even do it wrong? Would he fit? Of course he’ll fit, dumbass, he did the first time.
Blood pounded in my ears to the same erratic rhythm of my pulse as he nudged my legs apart, positioning himself at my core. The storm outside raged, rivaling the heat and electricity building in this room.
The head of his cock nudged my entrance, making my mouth water.
“Are you sure?” he murmured, running his thumb down my jawline.
Not able to form words, I nodded. This was everything I wanted back then. All the time wasted because of an arranged marriage. Ryker was my match in every way. From the moment I saw him, my heart and body belonged to him. Even if it took time to see it.
"You're everything to me, Evanee."
My heart stuttered.
Great moon, I almost lost this. The thought struck hard–him. Us. A future.
His lips pressed to my brow as he reached down, guiding himself into me… Fuck. The way my body stretched around him stole my breath. Inch by inch he pushed further inside me, letting me adjust until he was fully sheathed.
The moan I released was raw, my fingers digging into his back at the feel of him. His muscles shuddered as he held still.
“Are you okay?” His voice was guttural, the sound making my toes curl. I bit my lip, relishing in the feel of him, the way my body adjusted so quickly between the subtle pain and straight ecstasy.
“I want you,” my Gargoyle answered, voice husky as she tried to take over. It took everything not to shift as she fought to turn this into something feral.
That was all Ryker needed to hear.
His mouth claimed mine, my tongue clashing with his as he pulled back, then thrust hard.
Deep.
Unrelenting.
Heat coiled low, pleasure built to the point that I felt I couldn’t hold on anymore.
His face buried in my hair as he hit that sweet spot deep inside me over and over.
My nails raked down his arms, his answering groan stirring my Gargoyle again.
She wanted her turn too. That primal part deep down called to his Gargoyle, demanding satisfaction in another way.
Dominance.
It was mostly because of tradition that matched pairs would play the part of asserting dominance during their ceremonies.
Yet, as our panting mixed, and Ryker groaned against my shoulder, my control slipped. This wasn’t an act in a ceremony. It was something real.
I grabbed his shoulders, growling as I rolled us over, my legs settling on either side as I sank all the way down on his cock.
“Fuck…” he hissed, his eyes rolling back as lightning struck just outside the window.
My breathy laugh quickly turned to gasps as I moved.
My Gargoyle wasn’t sated, but this would have to do.
We couldn’t shift. It was too dangerous to risk turning to stone.
Yet something pulsated beneath my skin, demanding I fulfill that need.
A growl tore from my throat, fangs flashing as I moved faster.
My hand wrapped around his throat, watching him through a hooded gaze as our heady scents combined.
Ryker’s eyes flashed at that challenge, his answering growl sending goosebumps over my flesh as his hands shot to my hips, guiding me even faster.
True matchings were rare. I had no idea if this was how it was supposed to feel, but something about it felt ancient and natural.
Everything coiled to the point of eruption low in my belly as I teetered on the edge. A snarl tore from me as his hand moved to my inner thigh, slipping a finger between us to touch the most sensitive part of me.
Our eyes locked as he groaned, my name a whisper and a plea from his lips.
“I love you, Evanee.”
I shattered around him, crying out his name as my body tightened and shuddered, every nerve lit on fire as I rode out my climax.
My hand loosened as he sat up, pumping into me at a languid pace.
Aftershocks rocked through my body, sharp and relentless as he held me there, trailing his mouth down my neck.
Sweat beaded on my brow as I caught my breath, limbs shaking.
A look of pure male satisfaction made the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk, and I couldn’t help but smile as I ran a hand through my tangled strands.
A wicked grin was my only warning before Ryker lifted me off him. A yelp slipped free as my back hit the bed, and Ryker was already burying himself in me once more.
Another ragged moan wrenched from my throat as he slammed into me, hitting deeper, my deprived body scorching again.
“You feel fucking amazing, Evanee. So fucking tight,” he grunted, his words making me dizzy as butterflies mixed with lava.
“I’m all yours,” I breathed, eyes rolling to the back of my head as his pace quickened. His Gargoyle answered, the sound that tore from his throat unhinged—animalistic.
“You know…” he grunted, brows drawn, “I am yours. Always.”
A whimper broke from me as I moved with him, another climax already within reach. “I love you, Evanee.” The words I’d ached to hear three years ago looped in my head and became my undoing.
Stars danced behind my eyelids as I erupted.
My body clamped around him, his name on my lips as I cried out again. The moan that tore from him sent a shiver through my body as he drove into me once, twice, the third ending in a roar of my name that shook the walls, rivaling the thunder booming overhead as he spilled himself in me.
Filled me.
Claimed me.
The only sound besides the rain was our heavy breaths and erratic pulses as we lay there.
The storm slowly dissipated, and light filtered through the window once more, casting a golden hue over our entangled bodies.
It also highlighted blood running down his arm.
“Shit, my talons must have shifted—” I breathed, hands cupping my mouth.
Strong arms wrapped around me, his laugh rich, sending goosebumps all the way to my toes as he rolled to the side.
“I’ll wear the scars proudly.”
As he kissed my head, I burrowed into him, laughing for the first time in a long time, taking comfort in his smell, his heat, his body, just… him.