Page 15 of A Highland Gargoyle’s Lucky Star (Tales from the Tarot)

Chapter fifteen

Noah

Mama Delilah’s Daily Horoscope Reading

Is it just me or is it getting a little steamy between you and that new love interest? The connection you have is growing stronger and the sparks you’re setting off are downright combustible. You might find it all a little overwhelming, maybe scary even, but this is who you’ve been waiting for. Don’t close yourself off from emotional intimacy just because the physical dynamic is so much easier. Let down your guard and let your lover in. Remember, while you’ve been waiting for them, they’ve also been waiting for you.

E lryk’s cock plumps up even more in my hand the moment I utter those words, and one of those fabulous rumbling sounds like tiny thunder in his chest echoes in the room.

I lick my lips in anticipation.

I want this man so much.

I’ve wanted him since the moment we met, and the intensity of my need for him has only grown with every passing moment I’m in his presence. This deep-seated yearning has taken root within me and won’t be satisfied until I make Elryk mine.

“Are you sure?” My sweet gargoyle asks, worry filling his eyes. “You just had a big scare and survived near hypothermia. I’m not sure this is the best time or place.”

From the look on his face, I can tell he’s torn. On the one hand, I have complete confidence that he wants me just as badly as I want him, but on the other, he’s trying to be all honorable and responsible—and fuck if that isn’t sexy as hell too.

I stroke his shaft, covered with those mouth-watering ridges, as I stare into his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m back to full-Noah fabulousness now, and what I really need is for you to fuck me. Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”

Elryk’s nostrils flare, and his eyes burn hot with the passion he’s been struggling to hold back.

Give in, honey.

“This isnae how I wanted to do this with you. I planned to make it special, memorable.” He looks around him with a frown. “And a wee bit more comfortable than on the floor in a rustic cabin.”

I pet the large plush rug we’re sitting on. “This is plenty comfy and cozy for me. I don’t need anything fancy.” I reach up and cup both of his cheeks in my hands. “Everything we do together is special.” I arch an eyebrow. “But believe me, this moment will be memorable. I guarantee it.”

“Fucking hell,” Elryk growls and tosses me on my rear end as he jumps to his feet. “We need lube,” he snarls as he stalks off toward what turns out to be a small bathroom.

I have to bite my lip to hold back a laugh.

He’s so cute when he’s irritated.

Elryk comes back in a hurry, brandishing a bottle, and I sprawl out on the plush rug like some wanton servant boy in a gay sheik harem novel, ready to be ravished.

My sweet, sexy mate takes one look at me and drops the bottle of lube on the floor.

I can’t help but laugh now. “That was a flattering reaction. Am I that stunning?” I ask him teasingly.

But I’m floored when his expression turns deadly serious and he whispers, “Aye, you’re the most stunning man I’ve ever seen. You’re bloody gorgeous, Noah.”

Well, dammit. Now I’m having all the emotional feels again, but I refuse to cry when I’m about to get fucked. I’d rather tap dance naked along the ramparts of DarkWing Castle.

I stroke the rug with one hand and trail the other down my chest, across my abdomen, and all the way down to my aching cock. “Come and join me, big guy.”

Elryk slowly kneels beside me, uncertainty written on his face. “I dinnae want to crush you.”

“You won’t,” I tell him, using my most soothing voice. “I want to feel your big body pressing down on mine. Think of it like being my very own weighted blanket. I fucking love those things.”

“I don’t kno—”

I place a finger over his lips to silence him. “When I truly trust someone, I like for them to overwhelm me on a physical level. It turns me on.”

Elryk studies my face as if searching for any hint of a lie in my words. Finding none, he slowly positions himself between my legs, looming over me in a way that pings all my freaking buttons.

“I need to make you ready for me,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly, like he’s holding back by a thread.

That just turns me on even more.

I spread my legs wide for him. “Fuck yeah. Just so you know, I love this part too. My ass is more sensitive than most, so I get a lot of pleasure out of the preparation.”

Elryk closes his eyes and bites down hard on his bottom lip as if struggling to hold on to his fragile control.

Riling him up like this is far too much fun. I want to make him wild for me.

But before I can take things even further, he turns the tables on me when he uses his superior strength to lift my legs and ass into the air, positioning each of my legs over his shoulders.

“You’re pure temptation, mate. When we were together before, you felt what a gargoyle’s tongue can do in your mouth and on your cock. Now you’re going to feel what it can do in your arse.”

My hips jerk, and I cry out at his words. “Oh, fuck. You are not going to make me come embarrassingly fast just from talking.”

His answering grin is downright wicked. “That could be fun too.”

I narrow my eyes. “Fuck that. Get in there and eat my ass like it’s the last meal you’re ever gonna have!”

“Gladly,” he purrs.

When the tip of his tongue makes contact with the sensitive pucker of my entrance, I gasp.

It’s been far too long since someone rimmed me, and I’ve missed it.

Bonus points for my mate initiating this!

Also, Elryk wasn’t exaggerating when he talked about his tongue. Humans do not have the same level of versatility with that particular appendage as gargoyles do. His seems to have some of the same dexterity and power as one of Nasser’s tentacles. Already, I can imagine just how fantastic it will feel writhing inside me and stroking my sensitive prostate.

Not one to be rushed—damn him—Elryk spends a good amount of time teasing the outer rim of my entrance, licking and sucking. The nerve endings there are delicate and send more blood rushing to my cock, which I’m already stroking in tandem with Elryk’s ministrations.

When his thick tongue presses against my hole, begging for entrance, I take a deep breath and let it out, concentrating on relaxing my muscles to allow him in.

His tongue is longer than a human’s, and it presses deep inside me, making me moan. Then it starts to undulate, swirling in my channel until Elryk nails my prostate.

Not gonna lie. At that moment, I think I might see Jesus on the ceiling of this cabin.

“Holy fuck,” I manage to gasp out.

His tongue moves against my prostate in a circular “wax on, wax off” motion that would make Mr. Miyagi proud and causes my whole body to shudder with the exquisite sensations it brings.

Not one to be outdone, my hand moves faster along my shaft.

“God, Elryk, so good.” I give him plenty of praise and encouragement as he somehow delves ever farther inside me.

I wish I could reach up and pull his face in hard to grind it into my ass as far as it’ll go. Alas, I’m too short and my ab muscles are evidently not up to the task.

Instead, I tighten my thighs around his shoulders and urge him on.

“Fuck yeah. Tongue my hole like a champ!”

Ever had a gargoyle with his tongue up your ass start laughing? It’s even more amazing than you could imagine.

My hips buck and my cock starts to leak pre-come.

“Yes! My gorgeous, grouchy Goliath.”

Did I have some pornographic fantasies about that sexy cartoon character as an adolescent? Hell yeah, I did. But Elryk is blowing every single one of them out of the water. A real-deal gargoyle mate is light years better—and damn but he’s seriously fucking talented with his tongue.

I can’t wait to see what he can do with that massive cock of his.

My channel clenches at the thought.

And that’s when that evil motherfucker withdraws his tongue and leaves me aching and empty.

“Nooooooo!” I wail. “I was so close, you bastard.”

Elryk lays my ass down and shakes an admonishing finger at me. “No coming until I’ve got my cock inside you, my sweet.”

“Then get it the fuck inside me, right fucking now.”

I snarl out that demand but it only makes him chuckle.

“You’re downright fierce when you want to come. It’s adorable. You’re like a wee badger—small and cute as hell, but also keen to bite the shit out of anyone who pisses them off.”

“Elryk DarkWing,” I say between clenched teeth. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the expression ‘tit for tat.’ I’ll give you a taste of your own teasing medicine one day.”

He grins. “I cannae wait.”

I narrow my eyes. “You might regret those words.”

Heh. He has no idea. I’m already formulating my sexy payback plan for the future.

He positions himself between my thighs, moving his muscular torso over mine, and it’s like being covered in a massive granite blanket. My heart stutters in my chest and I can’t hold back a dreamy sigh. Elryk’s so big, beautiful, and utterly perfect.

How can one person—or rather, gargoyle—be everything I’ve always wanted but never thought I’d find?

Elryk grabs the bottle of lube and applies a generous coating to his hefty cock.

“We’ll take this slow. I’m thicker than most human men, and I dinnae want to hurt you.”

I yank him closer and eagerly wrap my thighs around his waist. While I appreciate his concern, I’m no virgin. My ass is ready to get down to business.

“You’re killing me right now. I need your cock in my ass more than I need oxygen to breathe. That’s how badly I want you.”

Elryk’s nostrils flare again, and his eyes glow a more vibrant, almost luminous green in the dim light of the cabin.

“I should warn you,” he says, his voice low and sensual. “Our first mating will be a powerful thing. When our bodies join together, so too will our magical energies. Guardians and their fated mates share powers in a kind of continual looping of magical energies. The intimacy of intercourse will often spark the start of this, although it won’t become permanent until after we go through the bonding ceremony.”

“Bonding ceremony? Wait, tell me more about it later.” I wiggle my ass. “Sharing our powers during sex sounds a bit intimidating, but I’m game if it means getting your cock in my ass and having you fuck me within an inch of my life.”

He gives a startled snort of laughter. “You never cease to surprise me, mate, in all the very best ways.”

“It’s a gift,” I tell him smugly.

With careful movements, he brings his cock to my entrance.

Oh yeah, baby!

The flared head is wider than a human’s and it also sports some of those delightful ridges that circle all the way down his glorious shaft. Having that bad boy try to enter my equally magnificent Love Canal— heh —is a lot like what I imagine sitting bare-assed on a traffic cone would feel like.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been with some well-endowed men before, and I’ve enjoyed the pleasures of some delightfully oversized dildos in my day, but no one and nothing has felt quite like Elryk’s cock at this moment.

“This is almost like reverse childbirth,” I pant as I strive to relax my muscles and let his flared head in.

Elryk pauses and gives me an incredulous look.

Maybe that was not the best analogy at a time like this…

“Um, but it’s totally sexy,” I hasten to reassure him. “Your cock’s majorly impressive. It’s just closer to an eggplant than a— ahhhhh!”

The head of his cock breaches the tight ring of muscle and slips past my entrance.

Elryk grins. “That made you swallow your tongue, my mouthy mate.”

I moan, the nerve endings in my ass doing a full-on happy dance. It’s tight, almost too much—and I want more.

“Oh, Elryk… please… more…”

“Patience, love. Slow and steady until you get used to me.”

I whine in frustration, but once he starts pressing deeper, I’m too addled to even string together any coherent words. I’m a little worried I might be drooling on myself.

With every breath, he gains ground, taking me over and owning me with his epic cock.

All hail the mighty ridged peen!

When he finally bottoms out inside me after what feels like a small eternity, my eyes fly open and I swear I see stars.

Elryk’s balls, which are also bigger and fuller than a human’s, nestle against my ass in a way that’s oddly comforting.

I’ve never felt so full, physically and emotionally, in my life.

Fucking hell, I am not going to cry right now.

Braced on his forearms as he hovers above me, making sure not to give me his full weight, Elryk studies me with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Just give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need, mo ghràidh.”

At his words, my channel involuntarily spasms and clenches around him, and we both groan at the sensation.

“Hallelujah to your Goddess, because damn you feel so good inside me.”

He reaches out a hand and strokes my now sweaty hair.

The heat from the woodstove and our physical exertions have made me a bit of a mess.

In contrast, Elryk doesn’t appear similarly unkempt. It’s rather aggravating but I still love him.

To my utter delight, Elryk presses down on top of me, allowing me to take more of his weight.

My eyes roll back in my head and my cock cries out for release.

Elryk’s tongue flicks out and licks a stripe up my neck as another one of those delicious rumbling noises bubbles up from his chest.

“Mmmm. Salty with just a hint of sweetness. That’s all you, Noah. Your flavor tastes good on my tongue.”

How the fuck is this man so perfect? And why couldn’t I have found him sooner?

Finally, my channel relaxes enough around him that he starts to move his hips, rocking gently into me at first before gradually picking up speed. He discovers all too fast that I like it when he pulls out almost all the way before slamming back into me—the ridges of his cock rubbing against me in the most divine manner.

“Ah! Harder.” I urge him on and move my own hips, which are eager to meet his thrusts.

Elryk keeps making long, reverberating growling noises as he fucks into me, and it’s driving me wild.

So naturally, I want to make him go even wilder.

I reach up and bury my hands in his hair, pulling gently at it as I draw him in for a kiss, he shudders and lets my mouth devour his. I make sure to show him that a human tongue, while not nearly as versatile as a gargoyle’s, can still bring a great deal of pleasure.

Feeling emboldened by his enthusiastic reaction to that, I become more daring and wrap my arms around his neck—then I reach a hand down and stroke the edge of his wings that are folded into his back.

Can’t forget these babies!

He rears up with a roar, and I want to pat myself on the back.

Apparently, touching wings during sex turns my mate on.

“Did you like that?” I asked him, projecting total innocence.

His eyes flash a captivating bright scarlet color, and he lets out a snarl as he starts to fuck me with an almost animalistic power and urgency.

“Fuck yeah,” I gasp. “Just like that. Don’t stop!”

No one’s ever been able to fuck me the way I’ve wanted. Too many men have been worried about hurting me, or they just didn’t possess the sheer power to do what I’ve always dreamed of.

But Elryk’s different. While he wants to be careful with me, he also doesn’t treat me like a fragile flower. I may be small, but I’m not so easily breakable.

The way he’s fucking me now, so wild and raw and full of untamed passion, makes me weak all over. I let go and give in to the sensations overwhelming my body.

It’s glorious.

For the first time in my life, I feel a climax building when I haven’t even laid a hand on my cock since we started fucking.

“Oh, God, Elryk. Gonna come,” I warn him.

That only increases his urgency.

Thank goodness we’re doing this on the floor, I realize dazedly. Otherwise, I have a strange feeling we might have broken poor Nasser’s bed.

My orgasm comes barreling down on me like a runaway train, and my whole body spasms with my release. My cock shoots come up my chest, and my balls feel like they’ve been drained dry in the process.

As soon as my orgasm ends, my whole body goes slack and my tender ass becomes even more hypersensitized as Elryk catches up with me.

When he reaches his own climax, his wings unfurl out behind him, hovering above us like a canopy, and I feel the heat of his release filling me inside.

My eyes go wide.

Holy shit. I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. We were so caught up in the moment, I didn’t even think about the need for protection.

Before I can say anything to him, however, a rush of magical energy floods into me, racing through my body like it’s doing the Indy 500. My own power responds, and I sense it linking with Elryk’s magic as they start to twine together. In a flash, that looping circuit he told me about is passing back and forth through each of us and we stare at one another in wonder.

“So freaking cool,” I whisper.

“Aye,” Elryk murmurs.

The way he looks at me, like I’m his whole world, is so gratifying and affirming. A part of me hadn’t quite believed anyone could really want me forever, especially with my bad luck, but none of that matters to Elryk.

Gradually, the flow of magic between us subsides.

“You were right,” Elryk rumbles. “This was very memorable, mo ghràidh.”

Wetness starts to trickle out of me. It’s a foreign sensation, but oddly arousing.

I swallow nervously. “We completely forgot to talk about whether we needed to use a condom. Sorry, I just wasn’t thinking.”

He shakes his head. “Dinnae fash yerself, love. Gargoyles, like most Otherkind species, aren’t susceptible to human illnesses or diseases. We cannae pass them to you, either.”

“Still. We should have been a bit more responsible and talked before we went straight to bareback town.”

He grins. “I’m not bothered.”

I roll my eyes. “Just so you know, I got tested before I came here after my last friends-with-benefits situation ended. But we were always careful and never did anything without protection.”

I didn’t trust him enough not to.

I suppose that tells me all I need to know. With Elryk, I feel like an idiot for forgetting but I’m not actually worried because I trust him implicitly.

He brushes some damp hair from my forehead. “It’s all right, sweetheart. We don’t need protection.” He winces. “Actually, the only reason human partners sometimes want to use protection with a gargoyle is because we tend to have rather… copious releases.”

My eyes go wide and I recall what happened when he came over my chest like a freaking fire extinguisher.

I glance down between us to where we’re still joined. “Um, we’re going to leave a major mess on poor Nasser’s rug now, aren’t we?”

He bites his bottom lip and nods. “I’m afraid it’s a bit inevitable.”

I look around to see if there’s a towel or something close by to try to sneak under me but alas, there’s nothing at hand. Even my wet clothes are too far away to reach.

“Well, maybe you should pull out and we can get the worst of this mess over with.”

Elryk has a sheepish look on his face now.

I arch an eyebrow. “What?”

“Er… I’m still… coming,” he mumbles.

“Say what now?”

He clears his throat, an embarrassed flush to his cheeks. “I’m still coming.”

“Just how pent-up are you? And how long is that going to last?”

He shrugs. “Normally, it’s not quite this long, but I have been told it can be more drawn out than usual the first time one makes love to their mate.”

We stare at each other for a long moment.

“Well, this is awkward,” I drawl, before cocking my head questioningly. “Does it still feel good to you?”

I’m honestly curious because we’ve got to be at least at the eight- to ten-minute mark.

“It’s not as intense as the initial stage of release, but it feels great. Like ongoing aftershocks that make you tingly all over.”

Well, fuck. Once again, gargoyle anatomy trumps human anatomy for awesomeness. I kind of wish I could have such long and intense orgasms too, but I shove that fruitless thought aside and decide to try and make the last vestiges of his orgasm even more enjoyable.

After all, I realized the first time we were together that Elryk has a bit of a thing for my brand of dirty talk.

I lick my lips and loop my arms around his neck. “You’re filling me up with your come, aren’t you?” I croon at him in my sexiest voice, and he shivers. “I told you before I wanted you to fill me until you were gushing out of me and leaking down my thighs.”

He moans and his eyes flutter half closed.

I decide to kick it up a notch.

I drop my voice even more. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. You’re the first and only person to come inside me like this, stake your claim. You’re marking me as yours, aren’t you?”

“Oh, sweet Goddess above,” he says in a strangled voice.

I move a hand to stroke the slightly pointed tip of his ear and he starts

shaking all over, his hips automatically rocking into me again, making us both gasp.

“That’s right, my big, bad gargoyle,” I say, stroking his ear and nibbling on his bottom lip. “Give it all to me. I want to be dripping with you.”

He lets out a final cry and collapses on top of me.

I comb my fingers through his hair, marveling at the thick, silky waves that he normally keeps contained in his man-bun.

“Was that you… getting even with me… for not letting you come earlier?” he pants out at last, as he tries to get his breathing under control.

I grin at him. “Not hardly. That’ll be coming—no pun intended—when you least expect it.”

He snickers and we kiss languidly for several minutes until his cock starts to soften and slips out of me.

A rush of wet heat leaves me and I groan. “We’re gonna have to buy Nasser a new rug, aren’t we?”

Elryk appears rather smug about that, actually.

I push back a little and open my legs wide. “Do you want to see your handiwork up close and personal?”

Fucking hell. I had no idea I had that kink hiding inside me.

Elryk’s eyes flash with fire and he moves in between my legs, using his claw-tipped fingers to spread my thighs even wider as he takes in the sight of his come leaking out of my ass.

“Is it wrong that I love this?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“Not at all. I like it too. Makes me feel like I belong to you, and you belong to me. It’s so… intimate.”

“Aye. Like we’re closer and more connected somehow.” Elryk pulls me in for a cuddle, and I don’t even mind that we’re both a sticky mess. “We belong to one another, now and forever, mo ghràidh.”

I really like the sound of that.