When A Gargoyle Flies (Gargoyles Book 3)

by Price,E A

  He stopped barely inches from her. “But it’s true,” he muttered. He raised his hand, hovering for a second. She thought he would lower it again, but he surprised her by cupping her cheek.

  “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you are right now.”

  Annis inhaled in surprise, and he pressed his mouth to hers. Her eyes shut instinctively and her hands splayed against his chest, her claws tickling his soft hair. Every part of her was focused on the feelings coming from his mouth.

  Her first kiss and it was incredible. Gargoyles were not creatures that bothered with kissing. They nuzzled like animals, but they saw no value in kissing. They did not know what they were missing. The tingling of his lips against hers sent pleasure through her whole body.

  Chris was hesitant at first, allowing her to enjoy the softness of his lips, the sumptuous taste of him, but as she moaned in happiness, he became more insistent. His hand that had been stroking her cheek, cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as he plundered her mouth. He nibbled on her bottom lip, demanding entrance. She gasped, parting her lips, allowing his tongue to push into her mouth, caressing, and dueling with hers. Wanting more, demanding more, never wanting it to end, she pressed against him as hard as she could.

  His other hand snaked around her waist, settling on her back. Her tail curled around one of his legs, anchoring him in place. How long they kissed, she could not say, but all she knew is that when he finally moved away from her mouth, it hadn’t been long enough.

  Chris stared into her eyes for a few moments while his breath came out in pants. His gaze so darkened with passion suddenly flickered with remorse.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  Yet, he made no move to let go of her; she was still held securely in his arms.

  Annis pressed one of her claws to his chin, tracing patterns over his stubble. “Do not be sorry.”

  Chris exhaled and rested his forehead against hers. “I wasn’t lying when I said you were beautiful.”

  “Thank you, I believe you are also beautiful.”

  His body shook with silent laughter. “I doubt that, but thanks. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

  Annis was about to agree with him glumly, but she didn’t. A spark of courage possessed her. “Why not? You wanted to kiss me, and I wanted you to kiss me. Why should it not have happened?”

  “I don’t want to lead you on. I can’t…” He groaned in frustration. “I can’t offer you anything, Annis.”

  “When have I ever asked you for anything?”

  “Never,” he whispered as his fingers started caressing her back. “You’re the only one who doesn’t expect anything from me.”

  “What is it you want from me?” She held her breath, fearing his rejection.

  Chris closed his eyes. “I want to take you to bed.”

  The words, barely audible slipped out before she knew what she was saying. “So take me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Common sense and logic fled. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen allowed him to kiss her, and now she was inviting him to make love to her.

  All the reasons Chris had for staying away from her went out the window. He knew he was a goner the moment he saw her half naked. She came close to his lurid imaginings, but his dreams couldn’t compare with feeling her body against his. Her nipples, where he had imagined dusky pink, were crimson and pebbled with either desire or the cold. Given how scorching her skin felt against his, it had to be desire.

  How could she have ever thought she was ugly? Her small body was perfectly formed, made of soft, flawless pink skin and supple flesh. The rounded curves fit snugly against his own body – like she was made for him.

  Annis’ wings fluttered, grazing against his arms and he stifled a smile. He had never given much thought to what made a woman beautiful. He supposed it was instinctual – he used to date curvy brunettes. Though he’d never imagined that he would go crazy for a woman with horns, wings, and a tail. But Annis was beautiful in spite of them. No, that wasn’t right – she was beautiful because of them. No, she was just beautiful, and she would be with or without wings, tail or no tail. It was just her.

  Chris kissed her again, her sweet, decadent taste exploding over his tongue. She wasn’t used to being kissed, that much was obvious, and he made damn sure it was the best kiss she ever – or would ever – have.

  He moved from her mouth, enjoying her mewl of objection, and peppered kisses over her cheeks.

  “Are you sure?” he panted.

  “Yes, I am. Please take me to bed.”

  Her hands, which had been uncertain about touching him, now clutched at his shoulders, her claws digging into his skin.

  Chris wrapped his other arm around her, mindful of her wings, and lifted her off the ground. Given the breadth of her wings, she was surprisingly light and easily clung to his body as he strode across the room.

  In his haste, her wings caused mild destruction, knocking over a table and lamp as they went. Annis giggled into his shoulder, and he groaned as her lips tickled his neck.

  He lay her down on the bed, her wings spread behind her, spanning the whole bed. Leaning back, her long silken hair framing her head and her flushed chest heaving, he thought he might have died and gone to heaven.

  “You look like an angel,” he murmured reverentially. He took hold of one of her ankles and smoothed his hand up her leg. Not an imperfection to be found on her body.

  Annis gave him a teasing smile that shot a little more blood to his groin – a feat he would have thought impossible a few moments ago given that he was already hard as a rock.

  “Your kind have always considered us to be more like demons.”

  Something he could well believe of the other gargoyles he had met. They were damn scary looking beasts. But Annis could no more pass for a demon than a fluffy bunny rabbit.

  “They’d change their minds if they could see you like this.” Not that he would ever allow that. A possessive chill went down his spine. He never wanted anyone else ever to see Annis looking like this. This was for him and him alone.

  She wriggled her body impatiently, and he squeezed her leg. For the first time, he actually took note of the panties she wore. In his haze, he had focused on her breasts, and hadn’t really looked elsewhere, but seeing such an innocuous pair of underwear made him chuckle.

  Chris ran his hand up her thigh and pushed a finger under the elastic. “These are very pretty.”

  “My first pair,” she admitted bashfully.

  “They suit you. Although I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a black pair.” Something lacy and pretty to make his mouth water.

  “I’ll bear that in mind,” she said perfectly seriously.

  He smiled and burrowed some more fingers under the elastic. Gently, he started pulling them down. She gasped almost inaudibly but did not stop him. Her mound, when uncovered was hairless and as pink and pretty as the rest of her body, but it was her scent that enchanted him. He could smell her sex; he could tell she was already wet and waiting for him to take her. In spite of his own desire and Annis’ wiggles, he still moved slowly as he dragged the panties down her long legs and past her clawed feet. It occurred to him, fleetingly, that he may never get this opportunity again, and he was determined to savor these moments.

  “You still think I’m beautiful?” she asked, almost worried.

  “You’ve no idea,” he muttered.

  He undid his jeans and pushed them down his legs, kicking them away. Annis’ eyes immediately moved to his manhood, widening slightly as she saw his bobbing, hard length.

  “You see what you do to me?” he asked.

  Annis nodded and bit her lip, staring at him. The look on her face was certainly good for his ego.

  He kneeled between her legs and pulled her thighs apart, bending over and lavishing a kiss to her mound. Her body flinched, and she squirmed against him.

  “What are you doing?” she
squeaked, her eyes wide in shock.

  “I want to taste you.”

  “Taste me?” she repeated in bewilderment.

  Chris gave her a cocky grin. He was the first to give her oral sex. He wasn’t sure why, but he was very proud about that.

  “Trust me; you’ll love it.”

  “But why…” Her words faded away into a squeal as he pressed his mouth to her channel.

  She was unlike anything else. Her taste was phenomenal, addictive, gorgeous. He let out his own series of moans as he licked and feasted on her rosy sex. Although she would not have realized that; any noises he made were lost in the symphony of cries his ministrations elicited. His fingers dug into her thighs as she struggled and moved against him, but not out of fear or discomfort, more that she was unused to what he was doing. When his mouth found her clit, the welling tension within her broke. She screamed and bucked against him so ferociously that he almost flew off the bed. Her release was long and vocal, and he felt ten feet tall. He also felt glad that their room was well away from the other occupants at the motel. They might have thought he was killing her.

  As Annis writhed, babbling softly, he continued to drink her nectar, dragging his tongue lazily over her flesh as she calmed and relaxed.

  “That was…” she whimpered. “I had no idea…”

  Chris placed one last kiss over her sex and leaned back, shuffling his legs closer to the vee of her thighs. His length was almost painfully hard and straining towards her.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  Annis smiled beautifully at him. “Yes.”

  He took one of her wrists and kissed it; her pulse fluttered under his lips.

  Carefully, avoiding leaning too heavily on her wings, he settled himself over her body, his groin flush against hers and his lips hovering above her mouth. He reached between them, pushing himself against her snug entrance. In spite of her orgasm, the flush of her juices, she was almost impossibly tight, and the feeling as he sheathed himself inside her was incredible.

  Annis whimpered and bit her lip. Chris swallowed her pain in a kiss, easing her and distracting her until he filled her. He held still and allowed her a few moments to adjust to him. He kissed her cheeks, nibbled on her earlobe and nipped her shoulder, waiting until she pushed her hips against his, wanting him to move.

  Truthfully, he wished they could stay entwined like this all night. Her body was so warm and welcoming, but he needed his own release more. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her body and thrust inside her again. She gasped a little at the force he used but didn’t object. No, she circled her arms around him and hitched her legs around his hips. With every plunge inside her, she grew more and more accustomed to him, and her gasps gave way to moans. Emboldened, he stroked inside her with more passion. The bed shook and rocked, as Annis cried and clutched at his body. He could feel her tightening around him, her release so near. She arched against him, seeking the final push to her completion.

  He wanted to get her there, to give her ecstasy as no other could. He did not know what would happen after this, but a selfish part of him wanted her always to remember him, to never experience anything as perfect as their joining.

  He wanted to come. Wanted to explode inside her, but he wouldn’t until she came first. Chris almost growled as he crashed in and out of her body, taking her in a frenzy. She rippled around him, pushing her hips against his.

  Just as he thought he could not hold back a moment longer, Annis stiffened and screamed his name before powerfully jerking under him. Thank god she did. A moment later he bellowed her name in answer and pressed himself deep and hard, coming harder than he could ever remember.

  Chris collapsed into her body and her embrace, whispering her name.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Annis, for the first time in her life, was snuggling in bed. After their initial coupling, Chris had lain over her; his body entwined with hers. She enjoyed the feel of his weight pressing against hers, and as he calmed he kissed her and told her how beautiful she was.

  After a small amount of time, she once again felt his manhood swelling inside her, his desire for her not yet quenched. She had laughed in delight, and Chris pulled her up against his body, so she straddled him as they took their pleasure. She enjoyed this more, and Chris seemed to as well. This different position meant that she could control how much of his length she took, and the speed of their movements, while Chris suckled on her breasts – something he very much enjoyed. But even as slowly as they had taken their second coupling, they reached their joint completion all too soon and were now basking in the afterglow. She felt an ache between her legs, but it was a pleasurable ache and one she could get used to.

  Chris was on his back, and she was curled next to him, with one leg flung over his. His hands were rubbing her thigh.

  “Your leg healed quickly,” he murmured.

  “Mmmm, yes.” The scalding seemed like a lifetime ago. Indeed, she could not seem to remember much before coming to the motel. Nor did she want to.

  “You have beautiful skin.” The words slipped out before he could stop them, and he half expected her to laugh at his lame compliment, but no, she blushed. He could almost feel the heat of it coming from her, but it was a pleasurable blush. She seemed to take delight in any compliment she was given. Which made him think she had not received many and for a moment that made him angry.

  “Thank you,” she murmured into his shoulder. Her wings fluttered softly before folding neatly behind her.

  “Was that… what we did, was it okay for you?” He cringed at how needy he sounded, but honestly, this was his first foray into inter-species sex, and it had seemed as normal as having sex with another human. No, that wasn’t true. The mechanics were the same, but it was better somehow. More exciting, more thrilling, more satisfying but he couldn’t put his finger on why. Although remembering her taste, and the sounds of her sweetly surprised moans as he brought her to completion were pretty magical. Just the memory sent a jolt through him and made his spent manhood twitch.

  “Yes,” she replied nervously. “I thought… for me it was wonderful. Was it… was it not…”

  Chris twisted his body, so he faced her. He kept her leg over his hip and pressed a little closer to her. Her huge worried eyes bore into his.

  “It was wonderful,” he said softly.

  The blush returned, and he chuckled. He almost jumped as he felt her tail curl around one of his legs. She did that a lot and he actually kind of liked it. He moved his hand to rest on her waist for a few seconds before it moved lower and around to one peachy ass cheek, massaging the smooth flesh in his hand.

  Annis growled softly as if she liked it and put her hands on his chest, her claws sifting through his hair.

  “You are very hairy,” she commented in surprise.

  Chris fought back a bellow of laughter afraid she might take offense. “Most human men are. We tend to lose it on our heads as we get older, but we just keep on getting hairier below the necks.”

  “Gargoyles only have hair on their heads, and some do not even have that.”

  “Ah, that would explain this.” With his free hand, he ran a finger over her bare mound making her shiver.

  “What?” she whimpered.

  “I thought you might have shaved it. Human women have hair here.”

  “Oh. For what purpose?”

  This time, he could not hold back the laugh. “I don’t think it has much of a purpose, and a lot of women shave or wax it.”

  “Would you prefer I had hair there?” she asked seriously.

  “Would you prefer I didn’t have hair on my chest?”

  Annis looked down at her hands thoughtfully for a moment before shaking her head. “No, you are… fine, just as you are.”

  “You too,” he murmured before pressing his lips to hers. Tentatively, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, moaning in pleasure and more confident in her movements this time. She mewled as he pulled away and planted kisses on her cheeks and lips
.

  He could feel himself swelling as his lust started gaining ground. Damn, his sex drive hadn’t been so high since college. But it was her – Annis. Her smell, her touch, her sweet laugh. Just being near her excited him. Feeling her naked body against his was almost excruciating.

  Tentatively, one of her hands traveled down to his member, and he held his breath as she traced the growing length with a talon. “You are very large. I was afraid it would not fit.”

  “You are very good for a man’s ego,” he said in between nibbles of her collarbone. “I wasn’t sure I’d measure up.” He cursed himself as that slipped out. Penis envy was not something he’d ever indulged in. He wasn’t enormous but he wasn’t small – he’d never been insecure enough to worry about that kind of thing. But he’d seen the male mountain Drago walking around, and the guy was sporting a cruise ship between his legs. All the male gargoyles were huge, and he was relieved he wasn’t a disappointment to Annis.

  “Measure up?” He looked up to see her frowning at him.

  “Yeah, you know, compared to your males.” He almost felt his own blush coming on.

  “Perhaps you are not as endowed as male gargoyles, but I find you to be more than ample.” She gingerly grasped him, and he pulsed hot and hard in her hand.

  “What a nice way to say I’m a little on the small side,” he teased, not really put out by her comment, but enjoying the dark pink flush that spread down to her round breasts.

  “That is not what I meant,” she denied hotly. “If either of us should be concerned, it should be me, for I have nothing to compare you to. But you have been pleasured by other females.”

  Chris froze; his arms went rigid around her. “What do you mean?”

  Her eyes widened. “I did not mean any offense,” she whispered. “I assumed you had…”

  His brows drew together, and his face was grim. “That was your first time?”

  The earth seemed to stop for a few moments.

  Fear sliced through her. Had she done something wrong? Should she fear what Chris would do to her? The punishments handed down from her clan flashed through her mind, and she lowered her eyes, not wanting for Chris to see unshed tears. “Yes,” she whispered.