Page 28 of Guarded by the Gargoyle (Hidden Hollow #3)

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WILLOW

I couldn’t believe this was happening! I had a fallen angel between my legs, going down on me like his life depended on it. And not only that, he was good at it.

Carlo had gone down on me several times during our relationship— before we got married. It had always been a mediocre experience because I sensed that he really didn’t like it and resented me for it. It was hard to relax and enjoy the act while I was worried he would be nasty to me later.

With Kael, it was different. I could tell he loved what he was doing to me. His eyes were lazy with lust when he looked up to see my face as he circled my clit with his tongue and thrust two long fingers deeply into my pussy. And then he spread me wider and began to really lick and suck as though he couldn’t get enough.

I couldn’t get enough either. There must have been some kind of angelic magic in his tongue—maybe related to his healing ability—but I swear every time he licked me it felt like a million tiny tingles were running through the most sensitive part of my body. It wasn’t a vibration exactly…more like a magical electrical tremor that teased my clit in a way I had never felt before.

“Oh… oh!” I moaned and gripped his hair tighter. Part of me pointed out that I was probably holding on too tight. But I couldn’t seem to let go—not when he was licking me and thrusting his long fingers deep inside me at the same time. Besides, Kael didn’t seem to want me to let go. The more I pulled his hair, the more he loved it. At least, if the low, hungry growls I could hear coming from his throat were any indication.

His wings were spread now, arching around me in feathering arcs, diffusing the firelight so that it looked like they were outlined in fire. It felt surreal…and yet realer and better than any other sexual experience I’d ever had.

And then I couldn’t take it any longer and I started to come.

“Kael! Right there! Don’t stop— don’t stop!” I moaned, bucking my hips. I was riding his mouth shamelessly and I didn’t even care. I just wanted the pleasure to never end!

Kael stayed with me, riding out my orgasm and circling my aching clit with his tongue until I started pulling away because I was so sensitive. But even then, he didn’t stop licking me completely. He bathed my pussy with long, loving strokes of his tongue, cleaning away my honey thoroughly before finally looked up at me. I met his eyes which were lazy with lust and saw that his mouth and chin were shiny with my juices.

“Mistress,” he growled softly. “Your honey is so sweet. Love to taste your pussy.”

“You…you did a really good job of it,” I panted. “I…I’ve never had a guy make me come like that before.”

“Because none before me could feel your pleasure,” he told me.

I frowned.

“You can…can feel it when I come?”

Kael nodded.

“It’s like waves of pleasure coming from your body and running through mine. I love to feel you come,” he added, his silver eyes blazing.

“Did…did it make you come, too?” I asked, fascinated by this heavenly power of his.

“Not yet.” He rose to sit on the couch by me. I could see the bulge in the front of his black trousers but he made no move to open them. I had the idea that maybe he was waiting for me to ask him to unfasten them. Instead, I leaned across and rested my hand on the thick bulge.

He jumped a little and groaned when I stroked him.

“Mistress…your touch is so soft!”

“I want to see it,” I said. I remembered what he looked like in statue form and how impressive his size had been. Of course, I also remembered his gargoyle form and how he’d had a sharp, scary-looking barb at the end of his cock instead of a crown. How did that work?

Kael spread his hands.

“My body is yours to command, Mistress. Do what you want with me.”

I liked that—liked it a lot. After having no control at all during sex with Carlo, I liked being the one in charge for a change.

“Do you like that?” I asked curiously. “Letting me be in charge?”

His silver eyes went half-lidded.

“I love to serve,” he admitted in a low voice. “It is my pleasure to give you pleasure, Mistress. And yes, to give you control…if you want it.”

“I do,” I said, surprising myself a little. But again, I liked having control of the situation.

“Then do whatever you want to me,” Kael growled softly. “I am yours, Mistress —use me.”

His words sent a shiver of lust straight down my spine.

“All right,” I said. I unfastened his trousers and reached inside to pull out my prize.

It really was huge—even bigger than I’d remembered. But I thought I could take it if I was careful. Still, did I want to go that far? We still hadn’t known each other a whole twenty-four hours yet, I reminded myself. Maybe we ought to wait.

I looked up at him.

“I want to taste you too, but I don’t think we should go any further tonight,” I told him.

Most human men would have thrown a temper tantrum at that point but Kael only nodded.

“Very well—whatever you wish, Mistress.”

“I want you to tell me about this.” I stroked his long thick shaft up and down. He had a spicy, masculine scent that I loved and his skin was like velvet.

“What…what do you want to know?” he panted. He was leaning back against the couch now, with his arms spread over the back and his wings hanging down over the other side. I liked the way he was so open for me—like I really could do anything I wanted to him. It made me feel powerful and safe and sexy to be in control.

“I want to know why it looks different when you’re in your, uh, other form,” I told him. “Why does it have a kind of stinger instead of a head when you’re a gargoyle?”

He frowned and then groaned as I leaned down and slid my tongue around and around the broad head.

“That…that’s my pleasure barb,” he finally managed. “Mistress, your mouth is so sweet on me!” He started to reach for me but I lifted up and shook my head.

“No, Kael—I like your arms across the back of the couch. Just stay there and let me explore you.”

His eyes were suddenly half-lidded, gleaming silver in the firelight.

“Yes, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “I will obey and be still while you touch me.”

“Good.” I bent down to trace the head of his cock again with my tongue. This time I tasted his precum which surprised me. “Oh—it tastes like a cinnamon roll!” I looked up at him again. “Why does your precum taste sweet?”

Kael shrugged.

“I am in my angelic form.” As though that answered everything. In a way, I supposed it did.

“What happens when you’re in your demonic form—when you’re a gargoyle?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I milked another droplet of the delicious precum from his thick shaft and licked it up.

“It…it’s hotter—spicier,” he groaned. “Oh Mistress…what you’re doing to me!”

I could see his big hands were clenched into fists but he didn’t move them—he kept his arms stretched out along the back of the couch—kept himself open for me.

“And the barb, I mean, your pleasure barb? Does it hurt?” I asked him.

Kael’s eyes grew serious.

“I would never make love to a woman when I’m in my demonic form, Mistress. My barb gives pleasure but it gives pain too.”

“It does? Tell me more,” I commanded. I was still milking his cock, sliding my fists up and down his heavy length to coax more of the delicious cinnamon precum from his sensitive tip. I wondered what tasting his barb would be like…not that I would ever do it.

“First my pleasure barb stings. The…the venom it delivers is meant to open the mouth of your womb,” Kael panted. He was watching me taste him, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

“And then?” I prompted, licking him again.

“And then…ah, Gods! Then the barb slips inside you and the knot at the base of my shaft ties the two of us together,” he groaned.

“The knot?” I looked at the base of his cock but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

“It only appears in my demonic form,” Kael told me. “But once it swells inside you, I can pump you full of my seed and there’s nothing you can do to get away.” He shook his head. “But I would never do that to you, Mistress— never. ”

“You wouldn’t?” I couldn’t lie—the idea both fascinated and horrified me at the same time. The idea of being stung inside and then held in place while he filled me was terrifying and arousing at the same time.

“No. Because I cannot…cannot be gentle in my demonic form,” he groaned. “Gods, Mistress—if you keep touching and tasting me like that I’m going to come!”

“Come then,” I told him. I wanted to make him shoot—wanted to have the power over him and make him lose control. I wanted to taste his cum too, and see if it was as good as his precum. Leaning down, I took the head of his cock and as much of the shaft as I could—which wasn’t much because he was so big—into my mouth.

“You…you really want me to…to come in your mouth?” Kael panted, raising his eyebrows. “My old Mistress would never stoop to tasting my seed.”

I pulled off for a minute.

“I don’t care about that—it’s just you and me now. And I want to taste you. So come for me, Kael—come in my mouth.”

I went back to sucking him while I worked his shaft. I could tell by the tension in his big body that he wanted to pump his hips—wanted to fuck my mouth. But he didn’t. Carlo would have—he would have grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down while he gagged me with his cock but Kael wasn’t like that. He held still as I worked him, letting me do what I wanted with his body without demanding anything.

I had never felt so powerful while sucking a guy off before—it was a new feeling and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I decided I wanted to draw things out—to make it last. So I took my time, teasing my fallen angel as I circled the crown of his cock with my tongue and slowly pumped his shaft. And every time I felt him tense like he was going to come, I pulled off for a moment. When he calmed down, I went back to sucking.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself, but I was pushing Kael to the limit.

“Mistress…Mistress, please,” he groaned when I pulled off the third time.

“Do you want to come now, Kael?” I asked, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you.” His voice was low and gravely with need.

“And are you going to come in my mouth?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Yes, Mistress. If…if you want me to, I will shoot my seed in your mouth,” he groaned.

“Then I’ll let you come,” I told him.

And bending my head, I took him in my mouth once more and really began to work him.

It didn’t take long—I had him right on the edge and I knew it. A moment later, with a low groan, he began to come.

“Mistress… Willow!” he gasped.

I felt the first salty-sweet shot hit the back of my throat. It was still cinnamon roll flavored but with a hint of sea-salt as well. Delicious, which wasn’t something I’d ever thought I would say about cum. But it was true for Kael—probably because he was an angel. Well, a fallen angel, anyway.

He showed superhuman restraint by not grabbing for my head or thrusting up to gag me as he came. I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed and enjoyed every drop—mainly because I wasn’t being forced to swallow—I was doing it because I wanted to.

At last the tension left his big body and my fallen angel relaxed back against the couch.

“Ah, Mistress,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “No woman has ever done so much for me. You are too kind.”

I pulled off his still hard shaft and straightened up to lean against his side.

“You’re the kind one,” I told him. “How did you know I needed to be in charge to enjoy that?”

A smile quirked the corners of his sensuous mouth.

“You’re my Mistress—I’m attuned to you.”

“But what happens when I’m not your Mistress anymore?” I asked. “I mean, after I’m out of danger, the key should turn in the lock—right?”

I was still wearing the small gold key on the golden chain around my neck. It hung between my breasts, glimmering in the firelight.

“Technically, I guess it should work now,” I went on. “I mean, I’m in a safe place. Nobody from New Orleans can reach me here in Hidden Hollow.”

I lifted the key and leaned closer to fit it into the lock around his neck.

“Don’t.” Kael put a hand over mine to stop me. “Please don’t, Willow,” he rumbled softly, his silver eyes pleading.

“Why?” I asked. “Don’t you want to be free?”

“I used to,” he said. “But now…I want to get to know you more. I want to stay with you. If you turn the key and open the lock, my time of punishment will be over and I’ll ascend to the Heavens once more. I won’t have a choice.”

“So I would lose you.” I let the key drop to dangle between my breasts again.

“And I would lose you .” He cupped my cheek in one big hand and looked into my eyes. “I don’t want that—I don’t want to lose you, Willow.”

Though we hadn’t known each other long, I felt the same way. In fact, I felt an incredibly strong pull towards my protector, considering the fact that I had vowed never to let a man get near me again. But then, he wasn’t a man—he was a supernatural being—a Creature. So maybe it wasn’t so surprising that I would be drawn to him.

“I thought I’d never be able to trust a man again after Carlo,” I told him. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

Kael stroked my cheek.

“I’m glad too. I’ll work hard to earn your trust, Mistress.”

I thought about telling him again that he didn’t have to call me Mistress…but I was getting used to it. And in fact, I kind of liked it.

“Thank you,” I said. Leaning forward, I kissed him. I could taste my own secret flavor on his lips and I loved it. Moaning softly, I deepened the kiss.

Kael groaned and opened for my tongue. He sucked on it gently, eagerly, sharing my taste with me. Then he pulled me up to straddle his lap and wrapped me in his arms. A moment later, he wrapped his wings around me too, making a private little feathery cocoon for the two of us.

I could feel him getting harder again—his shaft was still out and I rubbed against it eagerly, feeling it part my pussy lips to slide against my aching clit.

Kael’s big hands came down to grip my hips and he ground up into me, sliding the length of his cock against my wet petals as we continued the long, slow, hot kiss. But he didn’t try to enter me—he didn’t take advantage of the situation to get more than I was ready to give. We just kept rubbing against each other, building the delicious friction until at last, I came again.

“Oh… Ahhh!” I gasped, throwing back my head as my orgasm hit me. This one was more intense, maybe because my clit was already sensitive from coming before on his tongue.

Kael watched me as I came, his silver eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

“That’s right, come for me, Willow,” he growled and his deep voice sent shivers through me. “Come on my shaft—love to watch you coming!”

“You…you come too!” I commanded breathlessly and ground myself against him. “I want to feel you shooting while I’m pressed against you! Like this…”

And reaching between us, I took his shaft in one hand and pressed it against my clit.

“As my Mistress wishes,” Kael growled. He gripped my waist even tighter and then, with a low groan, he came for me.

I could feel every pulse against my clit as he shot—even more than the last time, which didn’t seem possible. His cum felt tingly and good as he painted the inside of my pussy with his cream. I moaned and rubbed against him.

It occurred to me that I might be taking a risk—I wasn’t on any kind of birth control, after all. But were we even compatible that way? He was a fallen angel/gargoyle and I was human. I doubted he could get me pregnant and I liked the feeling of him coming against me.

Afterwards we took a shower together to clean up. You wouldn’t think that a seven foot tall fallen angel with huge wings and a curvy girl could fit together in a shower stall, but the cottage made the stall much bigger to accommodate us.

I took the lead again and Kael let me, spreading his arms and standing passively as I soaped and scrubbed and explored his big, muscular body. Then he washed me in turn and knelt in the shower to “clean” my pussy with his tongue because he claimed the scrubbing mitt was too harsh for my most delicate area. I came for the third time, moaning and grinding against his mouth.

It was hands down the best shower I’d ever had.

Following the shower, I was absolutely exhausted. The three intense orgasms might have had something to do with it.

“Oh, I’m so tired!” I yawned as Kael took one of the big, fluffy towels and dried me off.

“Then you should sleep,” he said simply.

“But it’s not even night time yet—is it?” I had honestly lost all track of time—not that I really minded.

“You’ve had a long, exhausting couple of days,” Kael reminded me. “If you’re tired, you should rest. Please don’t worry—I can feed Miss Sassy for you if she gets hungry.”

I gave a sleepy little laugh.

“She’ll let you know if she does. Okay, if you don’t mind I think I’ll take a little nap.”

“Let’s get you to bed then, Mistress.”

He finished drying me and then led me into the bedroom. The cottage had changed the bed, I noticed. It had been Queen sized before—now it was most definitely bigger—big enough for my guardian gargoyle to lie down beside me.

Kael did just that. He lay on his side and pulled me close to him so that we were spooning.

“But I thought…” I yawned again. “Thought you didn’t sleep,” I finished at last.

“I don’t. But I want to hold you until you do,” he said. “Do you mind?”

“No—this is nice.” I snuggled back against him and Kael put one long arm around me and tucked his legs behind mine. It was wonderful but I started to protest that I didn’t have any clothes on and I would get cold. Then he wrapped his right wing around me. As the warm silvery-white feathers caressed my skin, I felt cared for and loved and most of all safe .

With a sigh, I let myself relax fully. I knew I was with someone who wouldn’t be randomly cruel in the middle of the night. Kael wouldn’t wake me with a pinch or a slap the way Carlo used to do. He would hold me and keep me warm and cherish me as I slept curled against him. For the first time in my life, I could drift off to sleep with a man without fearing that I might be woken by pain.

I never wanted it to end.

But it did, two hours later when I woke up to a horrible nightmare.