Page 6 of All My Hexes (Pine Gulch Ever After)

Shadow

“Too public,” Dain mutters, removing his wing from around me and glancing over my shoulder. He grits his teeth, jawbone clenching.

“You look so displeased,” I say with a laugh. “Utterly displeased, sir.”

He grins down at me, a dark brow lifting. “Displeased? Only with the lack of a bed in our immediate vicinity.”

I look up the road behind him. “Is your place far?”

He jerks his head toward the far end of the street. It looks like maybe a five minute walk, still, based on city standards. “That way, second floor. It’s not really that far.” He slips his hand into mine. “Shall we, Shadow?”

It’s more like four minutes by the time we make it to Dain’s building.

I’m pretty sure we power walked the entire way there.

Nervous, anticipatory energy surges through me knowing what we’re going to do.

Dain’s a quiet but steady presence by my side, guiding me through the front entryway and up a set of wooden stairs to the second story.

At the top, a dark purple glossy wood announces that he’s #201. He shoves the door open, smiling as I step over the stoop. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but he does me a solid and clicks on a small lamp on a long, skinny entryway table.

Inside his apartment is so cute—it’s a giant open space that’s taller at the back. Big windows in the ceiling are probably how he exits if he’s flying out. A kitchen takes up most of the righthand side.

He points toward my left. “My nest is back there, tucked into a little alcove. It’s cozy, but I’m usually alone.”

Something inside me unfurls in a self satisfied way. I like the idea of being the only one to see this private space of his. My imagination blesses me with a mental image of him jacking himself off alone in that bed, thinking of me, my name falling from his lips.

I drop my purse by the door, shrugging my coat off. “Give me a tour later, big boy?”

He reaches down and slings me over his shoulder, one big hand curling around my upper thigh to squeeze. His fingers tickle at the seam where my thigh meets my pussy, the barest hint of tease right where I need him most.

His place smells good, too. Woodsy and caramelly all at the same time.

All focus on the smell halts when he pulls me bodily from his shoulder and tosses me into the center of a big, round mattress.

His nest.

Gods, I love a gargoyle nest.

I glance around, admiring the deep, squishy round mattress.

White cotton sheets feel crisp and clean, smelling faintly like they might have dried outdoors in a crisp wind.

The back wall is left bare as most gargoyles do.

One day, when Dain takes a mate, he’ll carve that wall with their memories.

My heart clenches—it’s such a beautiful tradition.

“You look good in there.” That’s all he says as amethyst eyes drop down my body. He reaches up and undoes the buttons on both shoulders of his tee, ripping it away from his body and tossing it aside.

I hold back a gasp at how fucking stellar his body is.

Like all gargoyles, he’s ripped. But Dain seems to take that to the next level—every muscle looks etched from stone, thick veins traveling up his fingers and forearms. The deep vee of his abs highlights chunky muscle that can only have been honed through years of physical activity.

And I’m gonna get a taste of all of it. A smile ghosts my lips as I consider just how much fun I’m going to have with him tonight.

His lips pull into a lopsided smirk. “You haven't noticed my plants, Shadow. I’m a little surprised.” He runs both hands over his hairy chest. “You too distracted?”

Shocked, I glance around and holy fuck, he’s right—plants drip from the ceiling in pots, and small bookshelf within the alcove is crawling with foliage, too. I roll over and crawl on my hands and knees to the bookshelf, admiring everything tucked in there.

Shaded canonberry.

Goosevine.

Rare Volcanic Timberflower.

Gods, there are some really spectacular specimens here, things he can only have gotten through extensive travel.

Turning in the bed, I open my mouth to grill him as he slides into bed and pulls my shoes off.

He tosses them to the ground and undoes my dress, pulling it off my shoulders. It joins my shoes on the floor.

Like always, I’m braless on account of my itty bitty titties. They’re perfect but I don’t need the support and I prefer to free boob it at all times.

Dain growls softly, stroking the underside of one breast. “I can tell you’re about to grill me about my plants. I insist on nudity while answering.”

He strokes a path down my spine, his soft touch forcing rational thought to flee. I do have plant questions, but I don’t think I necessarily need to ask them right this second.

“Later,” I say instead, grabbing his hand and sliding it down between my thighs. “Let’s focus elsewhere for now.”

He grins and slides over top of me, straddling me with his enormous body.

Like this, he dwarfs me. And he smells so good, like fresh soap and laundry.

Beneath that there’s something more primal, something masculine like aftershave or…

pine? I don’t know what it is, but as he sinks onto his elbows, hovering his mouth above mine, I soak it in.

Claw-tipped fingers stroke carefully along my pussy.

Dain watches my face as he moves slowly, methodically, testing featherlight touches over my clit.

It’s a tease, too much of a tease, because I need a whole lot more.

I can already tell he’ll be dominant in bed by the way he’s taking charge.

If I’m honest, I love that. I love for a partner to put me where they want me. I love to submit to a big, safe male.

“Please,” I whisper, rocking my hips to meet his fingers.

“Please, what?” He grins at me as he slips the tip of one digit inside me.

My pussy clamps around his finger and I let my thighs fall as wide as I can with him on top of me.

“Please, Dain, I need more. ”

“Mmm. I know you do, baby girl.” His finger inches further, curling to stroke my G Spot. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

I close my eyes, focusing on his light breath on my skin, on the heavy feel of his giant body on top of mine.

And that talented single digit, thick as a human cock, slipping in and out of me more easily because I’m fucking wet for him.

I’m going to come embarrassingly fast, my thighs already starting to shake.

“Too easy,” he says with a laugh, removing his finger. “Far too easy, Shadow.” Rolling off of me, he hauls me into his arms and shoves me against the wall, legs straddling his face and draping over his back.

I can’t find a fucking word to say when his mouth closes over my clit and pulls.

Words absolutely fail me as he laps at my clit and pussy lips, never giving me more than the lightest of touches.

But his mouth is the perfect amount of heat and suction, his tongue soft as silk against my sensitive skin.

My moans grow loud as I grab both of his horns and hang on for dear life. When I grip them by the tips, he grunts and eats harder. Gargoyle horns are sensitive, so I run my hands up and down his left horn as his attention grows harder, needier.

His tongue delves deep inside me, curling to rub that sensitive spot that has me ready to explode.

I fuck his face, using the wall as leverage to grind my hips against his mouth.

Orgasm builds like a roller coaster until I’m right at the top.

I nearly yank his horn off his head as bliss hits me and my eyes roll back.

I scream his name as he goes wild, sucking and licking my pussy like a World Champion Oral Pro.

Ecstasy erupts through me in waves that batter me nonstop until I’m gasping for air and bent over his head, praying for the onslaught to give me just a moment.

When it slows, I slump against the wall, chest heaving.

Behind Dain, his tail still lashes from side to side. He looks up at me from between my thighs, purple eyes flashing in the low light. “I need more than that, Shadow. A lot fucking more.”

Oh gods.

Pulling me off the wall, he slams me down onto the bed, both hands on my hips. He drags me upright, notching himself between my thighs. Moving one hand to his cock, he taps it against my clit a few times.

The roughness sends alternating shockwaves through my system. He’s bossy, demanding, and my pussy fucking loves that.

Dain grabs one of my legs and lays it over his right forearm, grinning at me. “Hang on to something, little witch.”

Groaning, I grip the sheets as he guides his cock to my pussy and slips carefully inside. I keep my cool at that incredible length until the extra nubbin above his dick starts to vibrate. Ferocious intensity takes over and I roll my hips hard and fast to feel all of him.

Dain snarls, wings lifting high to grip notched out spots in the wall. Holding himself up just enough to grab my hips, he drags his dick out of me and slams home so hard my head hits the headboard.

“Harder,” I bark.

“Please,” he commands.

“Please, Dain.” I’ll resort to begging if I have to. The way he has my leg over his arm makes him hit differently, and I’m not gonna last two seconds despite having just come all over his face.

He picks up a steady, breathtaking pace, hips slamming rhythmically against mine until orgasm overtakes me again.

I scream into the room as his breathing rises into sharp, guttural pants.

His upper lip curls back, fingers digging into my hips as orgasm tears through us.

Hot cum lashes me, the sounds we’re making obscene and wild as he roars and I beg for more, harder, faster.

Give me everything.

I’m pretty sure I beg for that over and over as my pussy milks him dry. Orgasm doesn’t fade for years, I swear, but when it does, every muscle in my body’s shaking. His arms are shaking too as he falls onto his hands on top of me. Eyes closed, he breathes deeply like he’s trying to steady himself.