Page 7 of Stone Cold

Her sentiments matched mine as I felt myself ready to release. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her.

“Oh!” She cried out, “Yes!” I felt her clench around me before her pussy fluttered her orgasm, milking my cock as I spilled rope after rope of my cum inside of her.

I wish I were a man. I wish we had a future. I wish you could love me like I love you.

Six

Annette’s POV

I remembered flying back with Burchard after we made love all over the old apothecary in the early hours of the morning. He seemed to be struggling the further we flew. He gently placed me down before gingerly crawling back up onto the roof, looking like he was struggling with the movements, like he was in pain. He perched right above my window as he usually did, but something was wrong. He refused to talk to me after he dropped me off. It was still dark out, not even close to being light out so I could get some rest before my early class. He just…wouldn’t respond. Needless to say, I got no sleep last night.

None.

Zero. Zip. Zilich. Nada. Not even a wink of it. Thankfully I didn’t have any classes after my early one. Once that was done, I was done for the day and could focus on my halloween costume. Coco was coming by my room later so she could help me with my costume, and all I wanted was to fall into bed and sleep for the next week. Burchard promised he would be there tonight, as my date. But with the state he was in last night, and then not seeing him at his perch as I walked to class today, I wasn’t so sure. I was getting nervous.

Coco found me before I made it back to my dorm, letting me know she’d be over after lunch, that she was going to grab a few things before coming over. When I got back to my room, a floral arrangement was waiting for me.

Peonies.

Mine and my mother’s favorite flowers.

I knew instantly they were from my father. There was a note attached.

‘Congrats on your pairing. I will be there at midnight to greet you both.’

I smiled at the soft white petals, my eyes a little watery, taking my time smelling the flowers. I loved, absolutely loved, walking through the gardens at home with my dad and brothers. And when Mom was alive, pushing her through the garden in her wheelchair when she got sick.

Rereading the note, I froze.Pairing? What pairing?What they hell was he talking about?! I hadn’t met my pair,my mate! I could feel the panic rising in me because I hadn’t met him yet! Who was he thinking I’d met? Who had told him I was their mate?! I walked out onto my balcony and looked up. Burchard’s perch was empty and I missed him. I hated that he wasn’t right there. I hated that he was somewhere I couldn’t see him, talk to him, even though he couldn’t talk back to me. It was a comfort just knowing he was there beside me.

I wandered back into my room and started going through my closet to throw together my workout Barbie outfit. I had a leotard in there, I knew there were heels that I’d look killer in as well as metallic leggings and leg warmers from one of the parties my brothers dragged me too in our earlier schooling.

I’d brought everything I had as far as party clothes so I knew there’d be something in my closet I could use. Once I had several options for my Workout Barbie outfit laid out in my bed, I started working on my hair. I wanted to look perfect for Burchard!

Coco knocked on my door two hours later as I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup. I let her in, happy to have a friendly face and an ally against Bambi in the common space. She was vicious as usual, calling out loudly that it didn’t matter how much I tried to look like a Barbie, I’d be an overgrown, busted can of biscuits in whatever I wore.

“Fuck off, Bambi!” Coco shouted at her, promptly slamming the door in her face. I stood there with my eyes as wide as saucers and my eyebrows trying to become a part of my hairline. My mouth was opening and closing like a fish, trying to form the words as Coco walked further into my room, laying her outfit out next to mine.

“What?” She finally asked as she took on my face. There was a beat of silence where we both stood there frozen, just looking at each other. Coco tossed her hair over her shoulder, before strutting to the bathroom calling over her shoulder, “She deserved it! She’s been a rotten, crotchety bitch all semester!”

Pfft!

The sound burst out of me followed by a laugh, deep, loud, and infectious, like it had been under pressure and waiting to burst from me. My head fell back as I laughed, imagining the shock on Bambi’s face when the door slammed shut.

A muffled, angry, “I heard that”was heard through the door, making me laugh harder! Coco joined in, emerging from the bathroom, hair, hat, and make-up looking ready to go.

“So?” Coco said as she looked over my outfit, nodding appreciatively, tossing a pink belt on my clothes to accentuate a smaller waist like Barbie did oh so often, “Who’s your date?”

“Date?” I tried to play it off like I didn’t know what she was talking about. There was no way I could say,‘You know the gargoyles on top of the castle? One of them has been ringing my bell so thoroughly I’ve been forgetting my name.’

That would be…not even close to believable.

“Girl. You’ve had that special gleam in your eye for quite some time. It’s obvious to anyone with half a brain there’s someone making you feel extra special.”

“He’s meeting me there. He’s…coming as a gargoyle.” She paused for a brief moment, gathering her outfit to head into the bathroom to change, while I changed out here.

I wasn’t ready to share him with anyone yet. And…I was still hoping he was coming. Evening and darkness was drawing near, and there had been no sign of him. He disappeared as soon as we got back from the old apothecary.

Thinking back on our time last night as I got dressed in my costume, I felt like something had changed between us last night, but in the moment, it felt like it was something amazing. Something wonderful, something deeper than just a physical just for one another. But if he didn’t…maybe it was something about the place? Had it triggered too many bad memories for him? Had he gone back? But he could barely make it back to my room, to his perch.