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Brazrothan
Fuuuhhhck.I was out of control. My body was reacting in ways my brain was not cool with, yet I could not deny the physical responses. They were instinctual and since I had absolutely zero practice hiding them since these were all knew to me, I was defenseless. Hell, I had no offense either. Why didn’t I just go with the guys? I wouldn’t be all lit up and agitated by the woman in my arms.
I landed on the top of the school’s roof. There was a flat square space and it was hidden by the tall structures of the roof’s aesthetic. I liked to come here and perch between two of the larger pillars, settle into my gargoyle completely and regroup.
I placed Eleanor on her feet and said, “I—”
“I’ll see you in two days, right? Next session. I won’t be late again. Don’t worry.” She headed in one direction and then the next as I processed the fact that she was leaving before I even had a chance to explain.
“The door is—”
“Right. I see it. Maybe I should find a way to land on the roof more often. Closer to my floor.” She was nervous and… oh shit. She may be scared of me.
I could feel a part of my heart break. I could feel that inner demon in me urge my feet forward. Trap her, keep her— but that would not prove that she was mine or safe. In fact, it would just make her more afraid and likely to agree to anything. My good and evil were warring inside my brain and I was like a third party tuning them out and dealing with the fact that my mate just shut the door and I could no longer see her.
I needed to see her. I considered this a long time. Long enough for my wings to settle, my color to return to normal, and my dick to remember how uncomfortable these clothes are if it is not relaxing.
I took in a deep breath and headed down the stairs. This entry took my mate through the top floors, but on the male side of the dorms. Fortunately, she was not successful in conjuring up light for more than brief flashes so she had not moved more than a few steps through the door.
“Hey.” I spoke gently so as not to scare her.
She sniffed and wiped at her cheek. My brows dropped into a scowl as I realized she was crying. “Are you okay?”
“You need to go, right? Need to get to her?” she asked and moved further down the dark corridor. The dorms began on the floor below. This space held decorations and other memorabilia for events, parties, and other campus functions throughout the year. The attic of the university if there was such a thing. There were several doors that were labeled and I had no doubt that like the messenger bag she was rifling through, those doors may open to entire buildings worth of items rather than the size of a regular room.
“What are you looking for?” I asked a question rather than answering hers.
“A flashlight.” She snapped her fingers and then looked into the bag as the little light faded. It was about the brightness of and had the stamina of a cheap matchstick.
“Eleanor.” I moved closer and she shook her head. I could see clearly in the dark, so there was no point in her hiding from me. I gulped and then asked, “Was it that bad?”
She stopped searching and the light completely faded. She looked my direction and said, “Which part? The part where I was finally feeling like I might belong here? The part where I thought for a flash of a heartbeat you might be interested in me beyond tutoring? Or.” She snorted a laugh that was far from funny. “Or the part where you clearly scented your mate in that pub so it didn’t really matter if we were at the start of something because the only thing I know about…” She stopped talking. Gargoyles. Not demons. Not all gargoyles, just my kind, would flush so their mate would know. “But you said you…”
“I didn’t expect—”
Of course, she could not see me, but that didn’t me from smiling when she put it together. With a gasp of shock she said, “That was you! In the library! You… stabbed me in the ass.”
“I did not. You ran into me. I was… thinking.” Not a total lie. I was thinking about her ass and then she backed into me resulting in a poke.
Her arm swatted out at the darkness and instead of backing away, I moved in closer, reached for her wrist and when my fingers felt her flesh again, I tugged and hoped she would move forward.
To my relief, she stepped closer to me. At the risk of being too bold, I admitted, “You. I scented you. No one else.”
Then, before she could process that, I leaned down as I pulled her in closer and kissed her. So soft. So tender. It took a lot to get me drunk and the two pints I had at the pub had barely started a buzz that my body burned through before I exited the pub doors. I was sober, but feeling… something else. High maybe? Light, strange.
It felt like she was sucking a part of my soul out of me and depositing a part of hers the moment our mouths opened, tongues clashed, and the sweet exploration turned into a heated duel. I could feel myself getting hard, growing desperate for more than the smooth slide of her tongue against mine exploring the nodules that formed along the center. I was made for a woman who could handle a bit more. I was made for a demon or a gargoyle mate. What I had was a witch and her frail human body with absolutely no defense against the rougher elements of mine.
Her breathing was ragged as she lifted her face up as if to press her lips to mine once more. It was enough to remind me that I wanted, needed more from her, but this was not the time or place to see if she could handle all of me or run screaming that she changed her mind.
I gulped and turned my head, bent a bit more so I could lick along her neck, feel her pulse thundering beneath warm flesh. My hands circled her wrists before she became too handsy. I moved her hands to push under my shirt. She needed little encouragement to push that up and then pull it off of me. My wings popped out as though they had been waiting for that.
Her hands slid along my chest as my lips moved back in and kissed along her neck, that cleavage. Expanding to flight width, the wings wrapped forward, enveloping, shielding us from any sudden visitors. Anyone could pop out of one of those rooms and at any time. Though the darkness would indicate no one else was up here, this place was unpredictable and the staff were just as secretive as the students.
“Braz.” The whisper of my name was cut short by a feminine sound I would replay in my mind on repeat later.
Her breasts filled my hand to overflowing and I laved, feasted on her sounds of pleasure. When her hips moved as if they would hump the air between us, I slid my other hand down to cup her ass. It was then I realized her pants had a zipper and button on the back.
“Turn around.” The command was both too deep and demanding for my own ears, but she let go of my shoulders where her hands had found purchase and turned to face the wall.
