He must have felt her in his mind, too, because he laughed into her mouth at the same time that his warm amusement flooded her thoughts. “Yours,” he said, the word barely distinguishable amidst his rough purr. “Only yours.”
As if to prove it, he pushed her hips down so the tip of his cock, still trapped in his breeches, nudged against her bare, slick core.
She wanted it. Wanted him, now, here on the beach, in sight of the stars. He groaned, feeling her need through their mental bond before she said anything. “Please,” she added. “I might die otherwise.”
He released her only long enough to unlace his breeches and release his cock. It sprung out, and she immediately settled onto it, enjoying the slow stretch as he entered. She was still a little sore from before, but it was a good sore, like she’d earned it. She would never tire of how completely he filled her.
“I please you?” he purred, rubbing circles on her back that loosened her tight muscles one by one. When he reached the base of her spine, she’d loosened enough that he slid home completely.
“You know you do, you greedy gargoyle,” she teased back. “You can feel my state of mind and the wet welcome I offer, and still you beg for compliments.”
“Yes,” he said, quite seriously. “Beg for heart. For mind. Body. Eyes. Hands. Thoughts.”
“And for fish,” she added, grinning.
“For all.”
She couldn’t deny him any of it. “You shall have it, then.”
She could feel his deep satisfaction when she began to move. She rose and fell on his thick shaft, his confident grip on her hips propelling her more easily than she could have accomplished on her own. Though their place on the beach was shadowed by the cliffs that rose on three sides of them, it almost felt like flying.
She’d never have known from his stoic face or his steady movements that Evrard was anything but self-assured, but inside her mind, he was desperate, his hunger driving him to a precipice that he could only barely avoid. She could feel hiseffortto hold himself back and how crazed it made him.
It stoked something in her, a deep desire to push him over the edge. To make him lose control completely. She squeezed him with her internal muscles, and he growled at her.
“Wicked,” he rumbled warningly. Delighted, she did it again, grinding her hips against him until he was at his limit.
Abruptly, he lifted her off his cock, holding her well above it so they were eye-to-eye. She whimpered and writhed, the emptiness inside her begging to be filled again. She wanted to envelop him. Keep him locked inside her.
He purred, feeling her need. Sharing it. “Wild woman. Wild as the waves.”
She liked that image of herself, deep and unconstrained. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nipping at his lower lip until he opened for her and let her have his tongue. She toyed with it, stroking and sucking it until she felt his inner resolve weaken.
“If I can’t have your cock, I’ll make you come like this,” she threatened, knowing he was halfway there already.
His eyes gleamed at her for the briefest instant before she found herself on her hands and knees in the sand, his huge body curving over hers.
Chapter 14
A Long Story
Evrard
She glowed in the moonlight, his Maggie. Not an agate, pretty and uncommon though they might be, but a rare pearl. A treasure. He wasn’t a lowborn from the cliffs with a mate like her. Even on his knees in the dirt, he felt like the richest gargoyle in Tael-Nost.
Teeth aching from how hard he’d clenched them to ward off his release, he stroked down her back and over her sturdyhaunches. She shivered, so he angled one of his wings to block the breeze blowing off the water.
The sand was cool under his palms as he braced over her, his claws digging grooves into the damp grains. His knee nudged hers apart, and she pushed back against him, the eagerness in her thoughts swelling his cock that he’d been trying so hard to subdue. His breath hissed out. “Slow, pretty pearl.”
“Why, when we both want it?” she whined. “If it’s over too quickly, we can just do it again.”
Chuckling at her irrefutable logic, he gave in and pushed inside her. She met him halfway, her body clutching him as he drove home. A groan dragged out of him, so loud that it echoed off the cliffs.
Nothing compared to the heat of her. The way she took him in, the way her body stretched around him. The way her thoughts burned. He didn’t need to see the sun when he had this.
“Please, Evrard,” she panted, rocking back and forth. When he didn’t respond, he felt a sharp flash of defiance burst in the corner of his mind reserved for her. “You have to move or I’ll find another cock to satisfy me.”
Her thoughts betrayed her unserious tease, but he was goaded all the same. So his mate wanted him to move? She thought she could bait him thus?
