Page 32 of Shadows and Stone

He laughs. “Patiance.”

Reaching for a condom and lube in the nightstand, he rolls the rubber down his cock before applying lube to my hole.

Patiance? Screw that! My hands return to his horns. I begin sensually massaging and stroking, pretending I’m giving those sensitive things a damn hand job.

His hips twitch forward instinctively, pressing the tip of his cock against my aching entrance.

“Yes,” I moan, stroking faster.

His hips surge forward on instinct, the broad head of his shaft pushing past my entrance, stretching me open with an agonizingly sweet pressure. Hell yes, the stretch is always a favorite.

"Fuck, Teagan," he pants, his hands gripping the mattress on either side of my head. He pushes slowly, opening me up real nice, all while I continue stroking his horns. "You little fucking minx. I’m not going to last if you keep doing that."

"Don’t care. We. Have. All. Night." I gasp, arching my back and sliding my hands higher up his horns, pulling him down into another desperate kiss.

With a primal flash of his eyes, Ryker pushes forward, sinking his full, thick length into me in one deliberate thrust.

I gasp into his mouth, thankful he spent so much time working me open with his tongue. My eyes fly open as an overwhelming pleasure causes me to moan. He fills me completely, stretching me to my fucking limit.

I lock my legs tightly around his hips, as he stays motionless, letting my body adjust to his size. "You okay, love?" he whispers.

"Hell yeah. More than okay," I breathe. "More, Ryker. Please."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

With slow, powerful thrusts, Ryker begins to move. Every motion is… intense. The friction between us is incredible, unlike anything I’ve felt before. Why is this so different? So intense?

His wings flex and shift around us, rhythmically fanning the warm air as he picks up speed, pounding into me. His long, tail flicks across my nipples and I almost lose it. I slam my eyes shut, whimpering like crazy. Oh gods, oh gods. It’s so good. His tail wraps around my waist, yanking me harder onto his cock, forcing me to take every inch of him.

"Look at me, Tae," Ryker growls. His voice is thick with an emotion I’ve never heard from him before.

I look up, my vision slightly blurred with tears of pleasure. My eyes lock on to his as they start to glow. I reach up again, trailing my fingers over his horns once more, applying a stroking, rhythmic pressure.

Ryker throws his head back with a roar of pleasure, his thrusts becoming erratic. He moves faster and harder; leaving me breathless and desperate. The bed frame creaks under his weight, my hard cock hitting my stomach to the tune of his thrusts. I cry out his name, as he changes the angle so he’s kneeling while thrusting. His fingers grip my cock.

The pleasure builds with a terrifying speed; I can hardly breathe. Ryker feels it too. His rhythm becomes frantic, his dominant gargoyle instincts completely taking over as he fucks me into the mattress. I can’t tell if he’s making love with me or animalistically fucking me, because it feels like both. The frenzy from the Blood Moon is taking it’s effect, sure, but it’s driving his true emotions higher. He’s so fucking passionate, I can’t take the intensity much longer.

"Tae... Tae, I'm going to—" he pants, his voice breaking.

"Do it," I sob out, arching up to meet his powerful thrusts. "Come inside of me. Claim me, Ryker!"

With one final thrust, Ryker buries himself to the hilt. I tremble, pleasure ripping through me, shattering all my senses as I climax. I scream his name over and over again, as spurts of cum paint my stomach. I tighten and flex around his cock.

Ryker loses control completely. He growls, a deep rumbling sound as he spills inside me. Even through the condom, I can tell it’s a lot. Fucking monster anatomy. He’s definitely ruined me for anyone else. The thought makes me smile. Ryker, for the rest of my life. Sign me the fuck up.

He holds me tight, pressing his body flush against mine, as he rides out his climax.

For several minutes, neither of us moves. We just cling to each other. The crimson moonlight continues to bleed through the window and the gap of his wings, painting our intertwined, sweat-glistening bodies in pretty shadows.

Slowly, Ryker eases off me, though he doesn't pull out completely. He shifts to his side, tugging me to his chest, wrapping his massive arms and his long tail securely around my waist.

Rather than opening, his wings stay folded, shielding us from chaotic energy of the Blood Moon outside. I begin to tremble, my emotions overwhelming me.

"I've got you," Ryker whispers softly into my hair. "Nobody touches you. Nobody hurts you. You're mine, Teagan."

I smile weakly, completely exhausted. I rest my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady, comforting thud of his heart.

"I'm yours," I murmur, closing my eyes as sleep pulls me under. "Only yours, sweet gargoyle."