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Chapter 7

A Fitting End

Maggie

H e was so serious and determined, she had to laugh.

Never had she had a partner with such single-mindedness when it came to delivering her enjoyment.

It took that sort of focus to guard a whole village, she supposed.

“This was intended to be your goodbye, not an argument to keep you around,” she teased, thighs still quivering.

“You’d have done better to leave me dripping and unsatisfied. Then I’d be glad to see the back of you.”

Evrard huffed, burying his face in her neck, rubbing his head against the side of hers.

This, too, reminded her of how cats scent-marked the people they liked.

Big kitten. He was such a dear.

She hoped she could make him feel half as good.

She reached down to grasp the heft of his cock, which had been making itself known.

She’d expected the same stony, textured hide as the rest of him, but his skin there was soft as moss over the stiffness of his erection.

A luxury. He was full of surprises.

Guiding him between her legs, she notched the head at her entrance.

He sucked in a breath, his hips bucking forward automatically so the head slipped inside.

The stretch when she sank down on him was glorious.

She wound a leg around his thigh, holding him to her, urging him on.

“You’re going to be hard to forget, Evrard-at-the-gate.”

“Then remember.” He pushed in further, then paused to let her body relax enough to take more.

She moaned, lids fluttering with the strain of the stretch.

It was too good. No man would compare after this.

She’d always known marriage would be a disappointment, though.

As it would comprise the rest of her life, the only solution was to fully enjoy this while it lasted.

She was only vaguely conscious of more voices nearby.

Evrard froze, squeezing her hips in a harsh reminder to be quiet.

Thank goodness for the privacy of his wings that hid her abandoned modesty.

At this point, she didn’t care if someone saw her with her skirts rucked up and half-speared on a stone cock, as long as she could stay that way.

She giggled helplessly into his chest even as he growled at her, which just made her giggle more.

She clucked at him playfully.

“Don’t fuss, they’re gone and none the wiser.”

He flipped them around so her back was pressed against the wall and seated his cock all the way inside her in one swift thrust. Another surprise now that she could feel it fully: the base of it widened, the swell making her toes curl and her mouth go slack.

It felt so good, she couldn’t even think, let alone hang onto him if he flew through the air.

At this rate, they wouldn’t get there before she fell to pieces again, anyway.

Maggie cursed the sea and sky like the fishwife she was.

“Slow down,” she gasped, worried he might finish before they were airborne.

“Don’t rush it.”

“Don’t fuss,” Evrard said slyly, stroking in and out of her and giving her no respite.

What a delicious brute.

“Aren’t you going to take me flying?” Not that she minded it like this, pinned up against the wall in the shadows.

Furtive and frantic, it was nicer than it had any right to be.

Pity he was leaving.

She should have availed herself of the gargoyle long ago rather than wasting her time with village men.

He grunted in the affirmative and released her, withdrawing his swollen cock from her depths.

It left her feeling off-balance, like she’d just returned from a moon at sea.

Abruptly, he tugged the front of her chemise down, baring her breasts to the cool night air.

She supposed it was only fair since his breeches were open, his lush, velvety cock on full display, still dewy with her moisture.

For the first time she understood what he’d been about earlier, with the fruit.

She wanted to eat him up.

Sink her teeth into him.

And from the way he was looking at her, he felt the same way.

Her nipples contracted to painful points under his hungry gaze.

He dipped his head, pulling one breast into his mouth in a deep draw that she felt to her core.

He gave the other side the same thorough treatment as she clutched him to her chest, crowning him with kisses until he pulled away, leaving her wanting yet again.

“Now,” he grunted, turning her so her backside was nestled against the cradle of his thighs.

He tugged up her skirts and parted her drawers so his cock could seek her center again.

He pushed inside without ceremony, and she was so grateful to be filled again.

The stretch was just as good as before.

Maybe better, for now his strong arms banded around her, one hand cupping between her legs while the other crossed her chest to squeeze her exposed breasts.

So that’s why he’d pulled down her chemise—so he could touch them while he flew.

She was oddly charmed by his forethought.

She would not be able to hang onto him this way.

She had to rely on him completely.

She clutched his forearms for dear life, anyway, mere moments before he pushed off from the ground.

Wide wings lifted them up, up, up in breathless beats.

They were high in the air in a matter of seconds, his hold on her thrillingly tight.

She knew he wouldn’t drop her, but the sensation of her feet dangling in empty space was new and disconcerting.

She forced herself to look down.

The village lanterns were tiny, winking stars below, the sea like an endless black night to the east. Then they broke through the low, damp clouds, and the whole world disappeared.

It was just moonlight above and mist below, the whisper and snap of Evrard’s wings the only sounds.

He was right—it was cold.

But with his large, heated body at her back and his firm grip on her most intimate parts, she was warm enough.

“Good for human?” he rumbled in her ear, one of his fingers already stroking into her folds that were still stretched around his cock.

His touch felt good, and his concern heated her even more.

“Mm,” she agreed, letting her head loll back onto his shoulder.

“And for you?”

In answer, he squeezed her mound, using it to push and pull her on his cock, handling her easily.

Fallen gods, it felt good.

He felt good. And the slight seasoning of danger was exhilarating, like standing on the prow of a ship and leaning into the wind.

Evrard seemed surer of himself up here, with a lazy confidence to his rhythm that alternated with the beat of his wings.

He was slow, almost languid in his strokes.

This felt like the real him, this powerful creature who could look down on the world.

The gusts from his wingbeats tugged at her hair, whipping it around her face.

The sensation of the air against her skin was incredible, and she felt awake in a way she didn’t except at sea—free and wild and uninhibited.

The cold was a distant memory, chased away by the heat of his body and the hypnotic warmth of his cock sliding in and out of her, the stroke of his fingers against her clit.

He knew just how to touch her, just how to make her mad with desire.

He curved down to nip at her neck, his purr strengthening until she could feel it through her whole body.

His teeth grazed her skin again, leaving a stinging line that his tongue traced back up her throat.

Maggie felt his cock thicken inside her, stretching her to her limit.

His breath hot and ragged in her ear, she knew he was close.

She ground her hips back against him, eliciting his groan.

“Want…seed?” he asked hoarsely.

It was shameful how much she wanted it.

“You can spill inside me.”

His grip on her tightened, fingers digging into her flesh, and the base of his cock expanded dramatically inside her, far beyond anything she’d anticipated.

The new girth stretched her to the very edge of pain, but the added pressure sent her over the edge.

Deep waves of pleasure rolled over her, slackening her muscles and stealing all her thoughts as his hot release poured into her, and hers gushed over his hand.

“Mine,” he hissed. “My Maggie.”

Then his wings contracted around them, blotting out the stars, and they fell.

Plummeting through the night, speared through her center, Maggie couldn’t draw a breath.

It all felt like a dream, everything heightened and absurd.

To feel so powerful and so helpless, so satisfied and so terrified all at once.

They would hit the ground soon.

They would shatter against the rocks or splash into the sea.

But what more fitting end?

She couldn’t imagine one.