Page 23 of Never Been Gargoyled (Harmony Glen #4)

Feydin

I woke up to Dazy tracing patterns on my t-shirt with her fingertip. Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting golden light across her bare shoulders. She laid draped across me, her head pillowed on my chest, my tail wrapped around her waist.

“Good morning,” she said softly when I kissed the top of her head.

“Good morning. How long have you been awake?”

“A few minutes. I was thinking.”

“About what?”

She tilted her head to look at me, and the smile that spread across her face made my heart skip. “About how perfect last night was.”

Pure satisfaction roared through me. The memory of her coming apart from my mouth, the taste of her on my tongue, the way she'd cried out my name, rushed back in vivid detail.

“It was perfect,” I said .

She pushed herself up, her hair falling around her face in sunset waves. “I've never felt anything like that before.”

“Neither have I.”

The truth of that statement hit me hard. In all my years, through various encounters before my dormancy, nothing had come close to the intensity of being with Dazy. The mating bond, combined with my growing love for her, made every touch, every kiss, every moment electric.

“I should probably get up,” she said, though she made no move to leave. “Make coffee. Start the day.”

“Stay here a little longer.” I tightened my arms around her, my tail too. “The day can wait.”

She laughed, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Is this what you're like in the mornings? Clingy?”

Was I being clingy? I released her immediately, concerned I was being too possessive. “I'm sorry. You can get up if you want to.”

“Hey.” She placed her hand on my cheek, her expression growing serious. “I was teasing. I like clingy. I like knowing you don't want me to leave.”

“Ah.” I grinned. Human courtship rituals were confusing. Teasing seemed to be a form of affection, but it was difficult to distinguish from actual criticism.

“I don't want you to leave,” I said. “Ever.”

“Good. Because I'm not going anywhere.”

She kissed me, and I marveled at how natural this felt. How right. Like we'd been waking up together for years instead of this being our first morning.

Rolling her over onto her back felt completely natural, like something we'd done a thousand times before. Soon she was making these little breathless sounds and tugging at my shirt, fumbling with the button on my jeans with fingers that shook just enough to make my heart race.

Pulling back gave me the chance to really look at her flushed face, her kiss-swollen lips. “What do you want from me?”

“Everything.” Pink flooded her cheeks and spread down her neck. “I'm on the pill, by the way. Just so you know.”

“You sure about that?”

That tentative smile of hers made my chest feel too tight, too full. “Pretty sure. Unless my pharmacy has been giving me sugar pills for the past few years.” She traced a finger along my collarbone. “Do you want this too? Want me?”

Pressing my face into the curve of her neck let me breathe her in, all warm skin and that vanilla scent that drove me out of my mind. “Hells, yes.” More than was probably safe if she didn't feel the same way about me.

Getting up meant leaving the warmth of her body, but watching her eyes track every movement as my clothes hit the floor made it worth it. When the last piece of fabric was gone, her gaze traveled slowly down my body and back up, lingering in places that made heat pool low in my belly.

“Hells,” she whispered.

“Second thoughts? ”

“Just appreciating the view.” Her smile turned wicked. “Come back here.”

Climbing back into bed felt like coming home. This kiss was different from before, hungrier and more desperate, full of promises neither of us had spoken out loud yet.

Studying her face while she held onto my shoulders became my new favorite thing. Those wide eyes looked at me with trust and want and something deeper that made my soul feel settled for the first time in years. “Fair warning, I'm kind of big. You probably saw that.”

“I did.”

“We'll need to take this slow.”

Her teeth caught her lower lip, but her eyes sparkled. “Should I be concerned for my internal organs?”

Laughter bubbled up despite the heat coursing through my veins. “Not quite that dramatic. Just bigger than you in every way.” The admission made blood rush south. “I want this to feel incredible for you, not like you're being split in half.”

“Very considerate of you.” She reached up to cup my face. “I trust you.”

Those three words hit harder than any dirty talk could have. Settling between her legs felt sacred somehow, but rushing would ruin everything beautiful about this moment. Kissing down her body slowly, tasting every inch of skin, loving how she smelled like sunshine and desire, became my only focus.

Spreading her thighs let me kiss the sensitive skin of her inner knee. She flushed deeper but kept her eyes locked on mine, watching every movement with fascination.

I worked my way up her thigh with my lips and tongue. By the time I was kissing the crease where her leg met her hip, those little sounds were pouring from her throat. Glancing up showed her eyes had fluttered closed, both hands gripping the sheets.

“Watch me.”

Her beautiful eyes opened and fixed on mine, her pupils blown wide with need.

I maintained eye contact while kissing her stomach, sliding my hand to her hip bone and between her legs. She gasped and lifted toward me. So slick and hot and wet. My hands shook with the effort of holding back.

“I want to take my time with you.” The words came out strained. “But hells, Dazy, you're making it hard to think straight.”

She stroked the nape of my neck and threaded her fingers through my hair. “Don't think. Just feel.”

Brushing fingers over her most sensitive spot drew this little whimper from her that went straight to my cock.

I followed with my tongue, and her whole body arched beautifully.

Starting gentle seemed right, then building to firmer pressure.

Fast movements alternated with deliberately slow ones.

Not overwhelming her all at once, but enough to pull those breathy sounds that were quickly becoming my favorite music.

“You taste like heaven,” I said.

Her fingers tightened in my hair almost painfully. My vision blurred with want.

I could feel her pulse against my mouth while I pressed two fingers against her entrance. Circling slowly before sliding inside drew a broken whisper of my name from her lips.

She tensed, her thighs trembling around my shoulders. When I worked a second finger inside her, her whole body responded, muscles fluttering around me in a way that made my cock throb.

“Hells, you feel amazing,” I whispered against her heated skin.

I licked and sucked her clit. Every little change in her breathing got filed away for future reference. Matching my pace to the way her body started lifting off the bed, reaching for release, felt like I was conducting a symphony written just for her.

She was getting close. Her breath caught and her hands were restless against the sheets. Her unfocused eyes stayed trained on me even as her control started fracturing.

“Please,” she said, broken and desperate.

“I've got you, love.” The endearment slipped out naturally this time. I pulled my fingers free and moved up over her, feeling like this was the most important transition of my life.

My cock throbbed almost painfully. The need to be inside her was becoming overwhelming.

When I settled between her thighs again, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer. Her hands slid up my ribs to hold on tight, and something settled deep in my chest. This was right. This was where both of us belonged.

A tremor ran through her when I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance. That sharp gasp, the way her fingers dug into my sides, her eyes finding mine with just a hint of nervousness but so much trust, made me wait even though my muscles were shaking from restraint.

“Still good?” I had to grit my teeth to get the words out.

“I think so.” Her voice pitched higher than usual, breathier. “You're barely in, and I already feel stretched.” She wiggled a little, and we both groaned. “Keep going. I want all of you.”

A sound escaped me that was half-laugh, half-growl. “That's the plan. You're just incredibly tight.” I winced at how clinical that sounded. “Not complaining. You feel amazing. Better than amazing.”

Pink spread across her cheeks again. “You feel huge. Like, impressively huge.”

Real laughter bubbled up then. “Yeah, that's accurate. I'm trying really hard not to hurt you here.”

Mischief sparked in her eyes. “What if I said I wanted you to hurt me a little? Enough to feel you later today and into tomorrow?”

I pulled back to study her face. She was serious. “Not happening. I'm going to ruin you, but gently. Thoroughly. Make you forget your own name, but gently.”

Her breath snagged in her throat, and her legs tightened around me. “Then stop talking and do it. ”

I pushed in another inch slowly, carefully, watching every micro-expression cross her face. This felt like the most important task I'd ever undertaken. Her jaw went slack and her back arched beautifully. The sound she made was raw and unfiltered, like something torn from deep inside.

“I'm okay,” she said quickly, before I could ask. “Just really, really full. Keep going.”

I stayed completely still to let her body adjust to mine. Burying my face in her neck meant breathing in her intoxicating scent. Her natural smell mixing with sweat and arousal and something purely Dazy was the only thing keeping me from completely losing control.

“This is torture,” I confessed against her skin.

“What, having sex with me?” Her laugh made her internal muscles flutter around me.

“No. Holding back when you feel this wonderful. You're making it hard to be gentle.”