Oh, fuck.
His muscular tail slides between my thighs, teasing my clit before dipping inside me without warning, replacing his demanding fingers.
A shudder of pleasure ripples through my body as he drives his tail in deeper, then drags it out again, in and out, in and out, those thick, hard ridges rubbing all the right places, the curved tip brushing against my G-spot until he’s got me panting and weak and out of my fuckingmindwith lust.
“Do you like that, darling?” he whispers, fangs scraping against my neck. “Fucking my tail?”
“Goddess, yes.” It feels amazing, every stroke sending tingles racing across my scalp and down my spine, my core on fire for him.
“That’s it, scarecrow. Use me. Show me how you get yourself off.”
His words unravel me, and I rock my hips, pushing against his relentless thrusts, chasing that wave as it rises inside me, higher and higher as he plunges deeper, shifting the angle so it glides against my clit with every thrust, and then…
I gasp, and Jude seals his mouth over mine, stealing my scream as the wave finally crests and breaks and tosses me into a spiral of endless pleasure, again and again and again as my body clenches around his tail and I completely shatter.
I’m not even through the final aftershocks when he drags his tail out of me and drops his loincloth, giving me an unobstructed view of his fully nude form for the first time.
His cock is massive, the hard, dark-gray length of him sleek and beautiful in the firelight, as smooth and perfect as the rest of his muscular physique.
But when I try to imagine that sleek, beautiful thing fitting inside me…
Goddess, help me…
“What’s this?” Jude teases, noticing my shocked face. “Have I finally managed to scare my little scarecrow?”
“I just wasn’t expecting it to be so... so…” I trail off, unable to find the right word. Big? Huge? Soul-shattering? None of them seem to do it justice.
“I told you what would happen if I found you,” he warns, his tail slowly winding around his cock, giving it a long, even stroke that has me whimpering with desire all over again. “Are you telling me you’re giving up on our little game already?”
“No,” I breathe. “I just… No. I’m not giving up.”
As crazy as it sounds, I trust him. He’s fucking unhinged, but he’s also sweet and protective and thoughtful, and deep down, I know he would never hurt me.
Maybe that makes me even more insane than Jude, but I don’t care. For the first time in my life, I’m not ashamed of my desires. I’m not ashamed to ask for them, to take them, to let myself feel fucking amazing, no matter how dark or twisted someone else might find them.
If that makes me crazy? Fine. Call the men in the white coats, because just like my psychotic gargoyle, I’m going all in. Maybe for the first time in my life.
I slide my hands into his hair and wrap them around his horns, holding on for dear life. Then, in a wanton whisper I barely recognize, I say, “Fuckme, Jude Hendrix. Make ithurt.”
He closes a hand around my throat again, the other hitching my thigh up around his hip. With a primal grin that sends another instinctive bolt of fear shooting down my spine, he pushes the head of his cock between my thighs, teasing my entrance. Already it’s stretching to accommodate him, hot and slick and pulsing with urgent need.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, darling,” he breathes.
And this is the part where I learn Jude istrulya gargoyle of his word.
He’s not gentle.
He’s not slow.
He’s not sweet.
He shoves inside me so fast it leaves me gasping for breath. One hard thrust, then another until he’s fully buried, and he stills, resting his forehead against mine as a shudder wracks his body.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You feel… you feel too fucking good.”
“Then why are you stopping?” I pant, unable to catch my breath.
Heat flares in his eyes, and he tightens his grip on my throat, his hips rocking against me as he fucks me harder, faster, deeper than I’ve ever been fucked before, stretching me beyond comprehension. Tears glaze my eyes, but it’s the best kind of pain, a deeply satisfying burn that quickly gives way to pleasure, hot and all-encompassing as he delivers thrust after punishing thrust, my back slamming into the wall again and again, hair tumbling loose, his body on fire with the same unquenchable hunger that’s burning through mine, two twin flames surging and glowing bright, consuming each other in a wild frenzy that doesn’t end until I’m clenching around his cock and crying out his name and he’s exploding inside me, letting loose a fierce roar that rattles my bones and marks my very soul.
