Page 37 of Hated By the Gargoyle

A deep inhale above me made a shiver coarse through my whole body.

Then there was a tug at the waist of my jeans as they were pulled down roughly.

“I have caught you,” Qanek’s deep voice rumbled from above me. “You are mine now.”

The jeans came off my body and my waist was hauled into the air…

I fought back, an instinct telling me not to give in so easily. To make him work for it. To make him work for me. To prove how much he wanted me. And if this was how he was going to prove it, well… A thrill shot through my body as Qanek was caught off guard. I kicked out and away from him, crawling on all fours, naked, away from his grasp. I barely made it to a stand before his claws were tangled within my hair, gripping me tightly at the base. Enough to apply pressure, but not enough to hurt.

“You cannot flee from me,” he rumbled.

I gasped as his forearm wrapped around my waist and hauled me into the air. I kicked out and screamed, raking my nails across his skin. It did nothing but create an empty well of desire inside that felt like it could never be filled.

For a moment, his wings flapped and his powerful legs gave a kick until we were suspended in the air and there was nowhere I could even run to.

His hand circled my neck, feeling the pulse against his palm, and he hooked the other beneath my thigh, giving me a squeeze.

I wiggled in his hold and he only tightened his hand against my throat.

His teeth grazed my skin, lighting the surface on fire. He nipped a pathway along my spine, his tail curling around my other leg and pushing me wide open. Teeth grazed the lobe of my ear and he whispered darkly, “You are mine now.”

And then he shoved his way inside me.

The slickness of my desire eased his passage, yet I still screamed at the intrusion. At the way he split me open so wide, too wide, it felt like I was being ripped apart in the best way.

“Oh, God.” My nails raked across his arms, my heels finding his body to attempt to lift myself off his too-large cock. “Oh, God.”

Qanek roared and thrust even deeper inside me, pushing in so hard, stars scattered across my vision for a split second.

“What did I say about saying another male’s name in front of me?” he demanded.

“Qanek…”

His tail wrapped around me like a whip pulling me taut while his claws dug into my thighs, pulling me open even wider as he thrust deeper still, until I felt the hard, warm press of his balls settle against my ass cheeks.

“Speak my name again, feral creature,” he growled. “Let the Underworld know who your master is.”

“Qanek!”

Stars exploded through my body. That was all it took. He hadn’t even stimulated my clit and I was already falling apart in his arms as he touched that place deep inside me that nobody ever had before.

It was painful, too painful, and yet that stinging bite made way to something I’d been craving for days. Because even in the air like this, even as he punished me with his body by thrusting without remorse, his growls like a demon possessed, he protected me. His touch on my neck was light, and the tongue he trailed across my pulse was reverent.

And I wanted more.

I clawed at his waist, moving against him, trying to find leverage so I could move. I needed him to touch me there. I needed more.

“Qanek, please,” I whimpered.

“Yesssss.” He hissed, more beast than man. “I am yours and you are mine.” He flew downwards, still notched inside me, and we landed on the ground. I was cushioned on his arm when we landed, and I could barely catch my breath before he was lifting my hips with his claws and he began moving me against his cock. He bounced me on it, pushing me forward and then pulling me back, using me for his pleasure while keeping mine so close and so far.

My body was electrified. Every nerve ending, every point from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. I needed to be touched. My insides clamped around him and I tried to slow us down, tried to reach for my clit myself…

Qanek slapped my hand away.

“No,” he growled, lifting me with his cock still deep inside me. He sat me on his lap, pulling my back flush against his grainy chest. “I am the master of your pleasure, wife,” he said.

I groaned at the implications. At the torture he surely meant to inflict.