Page 46 of Shadows and Stone

"Fuck, Ryker—"

"You like showing me off, Tae?" I growl, pressing my full, massive body against his, pinning him between my hard body and the door. My skin is burning. My gargoyle blood roars in my ears as my tail whips behind me. I press my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the intoxicating sweet scent. "You like telling the whole school who you belong to, Don’t you?"

Teagan tilts his head back. An intoxicating moan escapes his lips as I bite down gently on his neck, tracing the sensitive spot with the tip of my tongue.

"I... I want everyone to know," Teagan pants. "I wanted them... to see... that you're mine..."

"Good.” My hands slide up under his soft sweater, feeling the hot expanse of his chest. The frantic flutter of his heart races against my palms. "Because you're making it really damn hard for me to keep my hands off you."

I pull back just enough to look at him. His brown eyes are glassy with sudden, intense desire, his lips parted, his breath coming in short, shallow puffs. The contrast between my clawed, purple hands against his delicate, pale skin drives me absolutely crazy.

I cover his lips with mine in a bruising kiss.

Teagan whimpers into the kiss, his fingers tangling wildly in my hair, pulling me closer. The kiss is nothing like the soft, tender touches we shared earlier. No. This passionate.

Desperate.

My wings snap wide open, spreading across the narrow entryway of the suite. I have no idea why I’m obsessed with sealing him in our own private world under my wings, but I am. I pull him deeper into the kiss, my tongue sliding against his. He tastes sweet from the honey and sugar of the pastries we shared. Teagan shivers against me, shifting his hips upward to press his cock against mine through our clothes.

The friction between us is intense. A growl rumbles out of me at the same time a needy gasp tumbles from him.

"Bed," Teagan pants against my mouth, tearing his lips away for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes desperate. "Bed. Now."

"No," I growl softly, shifting my grip on his thighs to lift him higher against the door. "Right here. I can't wait that long."

Teagan’s eyes widen before he flashes me a wicked smirk.

"You did this to me, you little minx," I remind him, sliding my hand down from his chest to the waistband of his pants. My long claws drag across his skin. "You walked across campus holding my hand like a damn prize. You fucking claimed me in front of everyone. Marked your territory and taunted a gargoyle."

"And I would do it again. Every fucking day if it gets this reaction out of you." Teagan says, leaning forward to capture my lower lip between his teeth.

I growl again. My thick fingers work his pants open and slide them down his narrow hips. His cock springs forward, while my other hand works frantically at my own clothes. The size difference between us is a huge turn on in this moment. His tiny body in my hands drives me fucking wild. Teagan isn’t small for human, but compared to me, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I place him down on both of his feet so we can both continue to strip. When he’s completely naked, I drop to my knees and lift one leg over my shoulder.

He falls forward, catching himself by gripping both of my horns. I push him higher until my mouth is level with his dick. Licking a wet trail up his hard length, I gather some of the precum dripping from my cock and coat his entrance. Thank the monster gods we both got tested. I love the idea of my cum inside of him, marking him.

I take my time working him open with my fingers and eventually my tail. At one point, I let my tongue do the work until he’s desperate for more.

When I finally stand, I line us up and push slowly into his tight hole. Teagan’s head thumps back against the door with a loud, breathless cry.

"Ah! Ryker! You feel so fucking good.”

I hum in satisfaction, my hands gripping his hips, holding him steady against me. "Look at me, Teagan."

Teagan’s eyes are glazed with pleasure when they meet mine. "So good. So fucking good, Ryker."

"That’s it, baby," I rumble, beginning a slow rhythm. "You were made for me."

Teagan buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath scorching my skin as I pick up the pace.

Every thrust is hard and deliberate.

Territorial.

Possessive.

I want to brand him with my tongue, my bite marks, my scent. I want every touch to burn itself into his mind until he knows he’s completely claimed, body, heart, and soul.

Teagan’s hands find my sensitive horns again. He whimpers and gasps my name, all while stroking my horns like he’s trying to get me off. My knees buckle. I growl. Fuck, all of it is too much. He feels so damn good.