I picture both gargoyles here now, Jude and Auggie, their powerful talons pinning me to the bed as they take turns kissing and licking and sucking, their fierce, possessive growls of pleasure vibrating across my skin as they fuck me with those deadly tongues…
My hips rock, and I dip two fingers inside, slowly drawing back to circle my clit with hot, wet strokes before sliding in deep once more, every thrust bringing me closer, the imagined feel of our tangled bodies setting my nerves ablaze as I drag my wet fingers across my clit again, then fuck myself deeper, faster…
Fuck yes… yes!
My core clenches around my fingers and I cry out into the darkness, everything inside me coming apart at the seams as the orgasm explodes—
“Westlyn!” The door bangs open, and for the second time tonight, a hulking gargoyle looms over the end of my bed, wings outstretched, fangs gleaming as he scans the room for a threat. “What happened?”
I take in the sight of his salt-and-pepper hair, the dark gray eyes flashing in the moonlight.
“D-Draegan?” I gasp, my voice breathy and strained.
“Are you hurt?”
Oh, goddess. This is bad. This is really bad.
“No, I… I had a nightmare,” I blurt out.
He glances around the room once more, then folds his arms across his chest and sighs. “A nightmare. Really. You seem quite alert at the moment.”
“Right, I… I meant earlier. I had a bad dream tonight, but then Jude came in and… calmed me down. So I’m totally fine now. Thanks for checking, though!”
“I’m not talking about earlier, Miss Avery. I’m talking about just now, when you were shouting as if someone had mounted an attack.”
Mounted…
“Oh! That. That was just… therapy. You know, re-create your nightmare, face your inner demons head on, change the outcome. It’s the, um, nocturnal reframing approach? Very effective. They’ve done studies. Do you have nightmares? You should totally try—”
“Miss Avery.” Draegan takes a step, then another, and suddenly he’srightby my side, his imposing presence swallowing up all the space. All the air.
His eyes are blazing.
I’m flat on my back, half naked beneath the sheet, completely helpless against his raw, masculine power. I should be terrified, just like I should’ve been terrified of Jude.
But all I can think is…
Daddy Drae is finally going to spank me.
“Are youlyingto me, little mortal?” he demands, his voice low and menacing.
“Um… no?” I squeak out.
Without warning, he yanks off the sheet, grabs my hand, and brings it to his face. There’s a deep inhale, and then…holy hell… he sucks my fingers into his mouth.
My thighs clench, fire burning between them as he licks my fingers in a slow, erotic caress with that luscious tongue, his storm-ravaged eyes never leaving mine.
This is so not helping…
A soft moan escapes my lips unbidden, and then, right as I’m about to throw myself on his mercy and beg for him to put that tongue to better use, he draws my fingers out with a wet smack of his lips and leans in close, his mouth hovering just above mine.
Oh, fuck… Is he actually going to kiss me? Or is he—
“There are many indiscretions I will tolerate, Miss Avery,” he whispers, breath tickling my lips, “particularly since you’re still coming to terms with the sudden and unplanned turn your life has taken. Deception, however, isnotone of those indiscretions. Lie to me again and I assure you, the nightmares that haunt your sleep will pale in comparison to the ones I unleash upon you during your waking hours. Understand?”
I nod, too stricken to do anything else.
His grip around my wrist tightens, claws scraping my skin. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
