Chapter 11
Hugoshowed me to a simple room with little more than a bed and dresser. He asked what I needed from my apartment and then took both a list and my key, saying he’d have someone retrieve them.
Heinvited me to his space for dinner. We sat in his apartment, one that was almost as small as mine. The difference was the epic view of the city and the shared living space with other massive gargoyles. I’d met three others tonight, including the commander, Dumont, who’d invited me here. Not because I was a guest, but because I could be in danger.
Wonderful.
“Red or white?” Hugo gestured to the wine bottle on the counter. “I also have a bottle chilled.” He pointed to the refrigerator.
“Red is fine, please.”
Ashe opened the bottle with a corkscrew, the high from the flight still buzzed through me. I’d flown tonight. Not in an airplane, but in the arms of a gargoyle—a freaking gargoyle. That almost overshadowed the dark reason why he’d brought me here—to protect me.
Afterhe poured us each a glass, we sat on the plush sofa in the living room area, a position that almost mirrored how we’d sat in my apartment, only we had the city lights sprawled out before us from the picture window. I gaped at such a magnificent view.
Hugo’smassive thigh was less than an inch from mine, and I swore the air between that tiny separation was charged with electricity. Between the wine and the view and candles and the soft Spanish guitar music playing in the background, the romantic ambiance was impossible to ignore. A warm tingle curled in my stomach as I pictured his bedroom. The door was ajar, tempting me to peek in. I had to practically sit on my hands so as not to gesture toward it, saying something goofy, such as, “What’s that room there?”
Still, a part of me wondered…
Wait, was I nuts? He wasn’t even human. He was a gargoyle. Agargoyle. A creature who could shift to stone. One who had massive wings and could fly. One so big and muscular and… I gulped, trying not to look down between his legs because it would clearly reveal what I was thinking—and it wasn’t innocent.
Withour size difference, would what I’d thought about in the shower earlier even work?
Thetemptation to find out rose. I adjusted my position on the sofa and took another sip of wine.
“Is everything okay, LittleSparrow?”
Little. Even he was aware of the size difference, which could make things—complicated.
Inmy nervousness, I joked, “Have you given me a promotion?”
Whenhe furrowed his heavy brows, I added, “You called me LittleOne before. And now LittleSparrow.”
Hechuckled. “Well, you did just fly with me.”
Irubbed the wineglass stem and then exhaled, letting my shoulders sag. “Just a little nervous, I guess.”
“About?” His brows furrowed.
Spell books, hybrid-demon robbers, gigantic gargoyle statues that come to life, whether it was possible to be intimate with one.
Right, I would not be revealing what exactly was on my mind. “Just coming to terms with everything.”
“What are you thinking?” His voice lowered with concern.
Istared into his eyes before I confessed my inner doubt. “Why me?”
“Why you?” he echoed with a confused gleam in his eyes.
“Yes.” I wasn’t special. I didn’t want to share all that and spoil the mood, but admitted what I felt deep inside. “Nobody notices me. I’ve always felt like I’m invisible.”
Hestared at me with affection. “Not to me.”
Adelicious shiver rippled through me. All those months, he’d been watching from stone. Iwas the one who hadn’t seen him.
“I know to you we’ve just met, but—my feelings for you—” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “They’ve grown with time. I know.” He placed his hand on his heart. “In here.” He cocked his head and suddenly appeared so vulnerable for someone so massive. “Does that make sense?”
Mypulse raced. After two heartbeats, I admitted, “Yes.” I exhaled with a breathy sigh. “Despite all the differences, I feel something between us.” I took a shaky inhale. “More than just desire.”
“Something deeper,” he agreed with a grateful smile.
Oureyes locked for several seconds, and my heart pounded so loudly I swore he could hear it. He broke eye contact when he lifted my hand and turned it to kiss my palm. Then he kissed my wrist, moving up on my forearm in a way that made flutters dance inside me. Warmth spread deep inside me, from my core out to every inch of my skin. My breath came quicker, and my pulse raced with anticipation.
Thiswas surreal. I couldn’t believe I was here with Hugo. He wasn’t even human. He caressed me with his huge hands, marking me with his surprisingly soft lips.
“I want you, LittleSparrow. I’ve dreamed about being with you.”
“Show me,” I urged him.
Hecarried me to the bedroom as if I were as light as a textbook. InHugo’s arms, I felt safe. Secure. No man had ever lifted me like that. Once he stepped inside, I barely took note of the simple dark furniture as what captured my attention was the enormous size of the bed, much larger than a king-size, covered with a thick gray bedspread.
Whenhe placed me on the bed, it was with such gentleness, it almost seemed incongruent for someone of his size. A gentle giant. He glanced down at me with such adoration in his eyes that I bit my lower lip. No one had ever looked at me like that, with such reverence and—desire.
Hepushed my shirt up as he moved down my body and kissed my bare skin.
Isquirmed. “That tickles.”
“I want to find all your ticklish spots,” he murmured against my skin, his lips with a near vibrating sound along my skin.
Withslow deliberation, he explored my body with his hands and mouth, driving me wild with need. I’d never been so turned on before. I moaned in pleasure, and as I reached out to touch him, accidentally brushed his horns.
Hefroze.
“Sorry, is that off-limits?” I asked in a sheepish tone.
Hedidn’t answer for a few heart-pounding seconds. “No. It was just unexpected.”
Igrimaced. “I won’t do it again.”
“It felt good. Really good.” He tipped his head, nudging his horns toward my hand. “Touch them again,” he urged.
Whatan incredibly odd request, one I never thought I’d hear. His long, curved horns fascinated me. With each hand, I ran my fingertips down along his horns, gently at first. A low vibrating sound emerged from deep in his chest. WhenI wrapped my hands around them and stroked downward, a deeper, feral growl followed. “Sooo good,” he crooned.
Thisnew experience was as sensual for me just by his response. To make him respond to my touch that way felt incredible. Powerful.
Hugotugged my shirt upward, and I sat up partway to help remove it. With it gone, I suddenly felt exposed. Too vulnerable. He was as hard as granite, whereas I had plenty of soft parts. WhenI crossed my arms to cover myself, he took my hands gently in his and moved them away.
“Don’t hide from me, LittleSparrow.” His voice remained low and husky, so damn sexy.
“But—”
“You’re beautiful.” With his heated gaze fixed on me, I almost believed it. “Let me see you,” he insisted, his tone pleading.
Theurge to cover myself lingered, but I let my arms relax at my sides and exhaled.
Hetraced my skin along the top seam of my bra and then pinned his steel-gray gaze on me with undisguised hunger. The way he looked at me like I was the sexiest woman in the world almost convinced me that I was.
CouldI be?
Perhapsin his eyes. MaybeI could see the vision Hugo saw rather than the one Chad had painted of a plain, mousy librarian. No, I didn’t want to think of my ex and ruin this experience. Why think of a Chad when I had a Hugo?
Afterhe unhooked my bra, I shook it off my arms, tossing my hair as if I were a vixen.
Hegulped. “So beautiful,” he murmured in a guttural voice.
Ashe kissed me again, moving his lips down along my throat and then down to my breast, he brushed his horns against my upper body. Heat tingled on my skin. Whoa, he wasn’t kidding about how good that felt. How incredibly erotic.
Hiswarm breath on my breasts left me tingling, trembling with need.
Iarched my body up, desperate to get closer to him. “Don’t tease me,” I begged.
Helet out a sound of satisfaction and then swirled a tongue over my nipple. His tongue was large and warm and stoked a thousand fires beneath my skin.
“Oh!” I dropped my head back, my body burning with liquid heat.
Thenhe moved to my other breast, caressing it with his massive hand. As he moved down my body, kissing my belly, the area I was most self-conscious about, I tried to let go of my inhibitions. The way he distracted me with his mouth and hands made it difficult to even think about anything but how good this felt. Yearning spread like a brushfire beneath his touch.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, his lips so close they vibrated against my lower belly. He inhaled. “And you smell so damn good.”
Iwas nothing but a fiery puddle of need, waiting. Desperately waiting. And wanting…
Alow, feral growl twisted out of him. “Let me taste you, LittleSparrow.”
Mybreath came in hard, rapid pants. SomehowI managed to hiss out the word, “Yes.”
Iwaited, breathless with unbearable anticipation. As he dipped his head lower, the strands of his long, dark hair tickled my thighs. My heart pounded so hard, I was sure it overshadowed every other sound in this room. Then his warm breath fanned over my sex, his mouth scarcely an inch away, and I whimpered with need.
“Please,” I begged.
“You want me?” he said with a low moan, then kissed my thighs.
Isquirmed, desperate for what he was withholding. “You’re teasing me, Hugo,” I said between rasping breaths.
“Yes,” he agreed in a rich, low croon and swirled his tongue up my inner thighs. “I want you nice and wet when I fuck you.”
Ohgod. That dark promise sent another wave of desire coursing through me.
“IfI touch you, will you be dripping for me? Showing me how much you want me?”
“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say.
Hestroked me with one large finger, and I moaned. “Oh yes. So good,” he murmured. Then he lowered his head and finally—finally—swiped deep within my folds. A relieved moan escaped me. I’d never wanted anyone so much.
“Delicious.” He growled and then licked with more pressure this time.
Myhead sank into the pillow. He was so skilled with his tongue, and when he slid a thick finger inside me, I squirmed, releasing another desperate moan.
“So wet for me,” he said, pausing to nibble at the sensitive upper thigh. “Good girl.” Another low moan followed. “So ready for my cock.”
WasI? God knew I wanted it, but with the massive size difference, would it even fit?
Hugosilenced my question as he drove me higher and higher, pulling back at times so I whimpered and begged, before he pushed me ever closer to the edge. And then, he increased the pressure of his tongue, and I came apart, soaring across the night.
Whenhe looked at me again, his eyes gleamed with a feral glint. “Did that feel good?” he asked, although with the proud expression, he already knew the answer.
“Incredible.” I pulled him onto me, wanting more.
“Yesss,” he hissed. He positioned himself between my legs and teased me with the head of his cock.
“Hugo.” My voice came out breathy.
“I’m right here.” He slipped the tip inside me. I instinctively tightened up at the unexpected size while simultaneously grasping around his lower back and moving closer, bracing myself against his intrusion.
“Relax, LittleSparrow,” he said in a gentle tone. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know. I’m nervous,” I blabbered. “I’m not that experienced—and you’re so big.”
“It will feel good,” he assured me. “Just let me take care of you.”
“Okay.” I rested back on the bed.
Thenhe bent down and kissed me, keeping the tip just inside me. As he did so, he reached down between my legs, stroking my already sensitive nub. I didn’t think I’d be able to take it so soon but was surprised when my body responded to his touch. I moved toward him, wanting more of his decadent touch. When he pushed deeper inside me, barely an inch or so, I didn’t clench up this time.
“Be a good girl and take it just like that.” He rocked in another inch, letting me adjust to his massive size.
Inever thought my body being invaded could feel so good. Holding on to him, I took deep, calming breaths to stay relaxed. WhenI was ready for more, I pulled him toward me, coaxing him in.
“You like my cock, don’t you?” he asked. “Just as you liked my tongue.”
“Yes,” I cried out and then gasped at the epic invasion. “I love it.”
Hetook his time, waiting patiently for me to adjust to his presence. And then, once he was fully seated inside me, he began to thrust. Rocking in and out, rocking deeper and harder. I held on to him, clutching his muscular body. Feral growls escaped him as he pounded into me more, driving me wild with the increasing friction.
Atingling inside me grew stronger until it was almost overwhelming. WhenI didn’t think I could take any more of it, I let go, shattering across the night sky.
“Yes, just like that,” he praised me. “Come all over my cock.”
Heplunged in hard, filling me deeper than I ever thought possible as I unraveled around him. Feral growls spilled out of him, almost more animal than human sounding. It was so unbelievably hot, turning me on more than I ever could have expected.
Hethrust harder and I held on, clinging to his rock-hard body as he controlled the pace.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
Icould barely hold on as he rocked into me with his massive cock.
Heplunged into me with an urgent thrust. “Tell me you’re mine.”