Howl for the Gargoyle by Kathryn Moon

Author:Kathryn Moon [Moon, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

Hannah

I woke to the sound of gravel falling. My body ached, but it didn't feel freshly sewn back together like it usually would after a full moon. I was bundled in cool, firm flesh, and surprisingly comfortable considering I knew it was Rafe. But the only truly hard part of him at the moment was—

The gravel crackled in my ear, and I snorted out a laugh as I realized what the sound was. Rafe was snoring and it sounded like pebbles.

His left wing was covering us, top hook pinned down into a pillow, and I reached out, recalling the little flecks of color I'd seen gleaming through the thin but impenetrable material. I stroked the flesh with my now clawless fingertips, marveling at the smooth and almost leathery soft texture, and behind me Rafe snuggled closer. I smiled to myself. He was so sensitive.

And such a good fuck, a rougher voice crooned in my head. I stiffened briefly, recognizing that tone and hunger. And with the voice, I recalled the night before in vivid detail—the joy of running, of hunting Rafe, of pinning him to the ground and growling filth into his ear until he was a whimpering, panting, pleading mess. And oh, how pretty he had looked as he'd come, gasping with relief, eyes wide and voice babbling gratitudes.

I was absently petting at his wing, biting my lip against the ghost memory of Rafe's wild bucking inside of me, when he released a groan in my ear and tightened his arms around me.

"Hannah."

My eyes shut at my name, at the way it fell begging from his lips. I'd never heard so much need in one word. I'd never had anyone look at me the way Rafe did while we fucked, so stunned and rapt. It was the same power as being on stage in front of an audience, holding them in the palm of my hand right before a chorus we all knew the words to. Except instead of hundreds of pairs of eyes, it was just the one, just Rafe staring at me like he was afraid I would evaporate if he blinked.

His thigh slid between mine, one hand moving just enough to cup and squeeze at my breast. He lifted my leg and then he was sliding inside me, my hips pitching back to meet his, our moans mingling together. Simple, easy, perfect.

"Morning," he rasped in my ear, setting a languid pace at my back, hips circling in and out.

"Morning," I whimpered out, reaching a hand back to grab at his shoulder but stretching to find his wing root instead. Rafe grunted and I had a brief, giddy vision of being at Rafe's back, holding those tender spots in a firm grip and—

Rafe's other hand slid down between my thighs, and the thought was stolen away. I would study it later, after. Right now, I didn't want to waste this hazy moment.

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