“You… you areverymean,” I pant.
“No, witchling. I’m the nice one, remember?” He lets out a dark chuckle. Then, as if to prove his point, he finally—finally!—presses his lips to my aching center and unfurls his tongue, giving me a long, languid lick.
I gasp as a shiver of ecstasy rolls down my spine, and then he’s…
Oh,goddess.He’severywhere.
His tongue is so long, so thick, he leaves no part of me wanting, the tip drawing maddening circles around my clit while the rest undulates against my entrance, his deep moans vibrating right through me.
Tightening his grip on my thighs, he spears my pussy with that perfect tongue, then draws back, licking and teasing his way to the very spot where Jude so ruthlessly claimed me last night.
A hot, delicate swirl around the rim, and then…
Holy fuck… Is he seriously going to—
“Augustine!” I gasp as his tongue delves inside, fresh waves of pleasure rolling and cresting through my entire body, each one driving me closer and closer to bliss, his big hands gripping my ass and spreading me wider as my gargoyle explores me with soft, hot strokes.
I’m totally open for him, totally exposed. Maybe I should be embarrassed or shy orcompletelyfreaking out that this is actually happening, but I can’t. It feels too fucking good. There’s no room for anything but euphoria as he licks and sucks and moans and works his magic, one seductively sinful kiss at a time.
Every moment with him unlocks another first for me, yet somehow, it feels as if we’ve been doing this together my entire life.
I close my eyes and arch my back again, grinding back against his relentless tongue-lashing. Pinpricks of light begin to dance behind my eyelids. The first tingles of the impending explosion ripple through me, and Auggie rolls onto his back, gripping my ass and hauling me against his mouth, his tail sliding around to tease my tight hole while his lips move to my clit, sucking and nibbling, hot breath ghosting across my slick pussy as he groans inside me, and then…
“Right there,” I whisper. “Goddess, yes. Right there!”
The orgasm detonates, shock waves of pleasure sizzling through every part of me as Auggie continues to devour me, his claws scraping against my thighs, his tail and tongue tag-teaming my most sensitive spots, again and again and again until I can no longer hold the headboard, no longer even hold myself up.
Auggie lifts me and flips us over so he’s on top, his mouth shining, his eyes half-lidded. “From now on, I want my first meal of every night to be you.”
I laugh. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Lamont, but I think we can come to an agreement.”
I reach for him, eager to feel his hard cock in my hands, in my mouth, in all the places he just licked.
But before I get close, he grabs my wrist and kisses my palm. “Later, witchling. When you’ve fully recovered from last night.”
“Keep doing what you’re doing to me, and I’llneverrecover.”
“Hmm. We’ll see.” He presses a soft, wet kiss to my mouth, then says, “Let’s say we head downstairs and fix you up some of Auggie’s patented night-breakfast.”
“Again, you drive a hard bargain, but sure. If youinsiston feeding me, I guess I shouldn’t disappoint you.”
“Excellent. Any requests?” He rises from the bed and holds out a hand, helping me to my feet. “Your breakfast wish is my command.”
“How about baked oatmeal, fruit salad, an almond joy latte, and maybe another thorough tonguing?”
“Done, done, done, anddone,” he says with a grin, and that pretty much settles it:
I’mneverleaving this magical place.
Chapter Seven
ROOK
Long before the internet invaded our lives, long before computers, long before the printing press allowed for widespread distribution of volumes upon volumes of accumulated knowledge—hell, even before I became a gargoyle—I always prided myself on my capacity for logic and reason. On my ability to keep a clear head, to work through complex issues one methodical step at a time. Rational thought is, after all, the foundation of a functional society—a place where things make sense, where every action has a predictable reaction, where even the most challenging problems have viable solutions.
But tonight, as Jude sits across from me at one of the library tables and recounts the horrifying tale of abuse West endured as a child, I lose the ability to think straight. Every one of his words fries another circuit in my brain, throwing my ordered thoughts into chaos. It’s all I can do to stay focused on his voice, on the gruesome details of her experience, on the names of the monsters who committed such an atrocious crime.
Jude’s not faring much better.
