Page 74 of Monsters in Love

He laughs, a dark, wicked sound, then leans in and nips at my neck. It’s not hard enough to break the flesh, but the sudden bite of it, combined with his nimble hands, is enough to suddenly send me over the edge. I cry out in surprise as the orgasm rushes through me, my clit throbbing and more creamy wetness spilling down my thighs.

I’m surrounded by him; he’s around me, over me, inside me, supporting me as I shudder and gasp through the throes of pleasure. He slows his strokes, dragging it out, and then purposefully removes his fingers and drags his hands up my torso, leaving damp trails in their wake. He cups my breasts, tweaking at my nipples and bringing on a new rush of sensation. When I touch myself, it usually takes a long time for me to come a second time, but being with Luc is a whole new realm of sensation. I can already feel the first orgasm subsiding and a new, sharper one building in its place.

And Luc knows it.

He uncoils his tail and slides a knee between mine, opening me slightly. And then he slides that tail all along my thighs, until the pointed tip is resting against my opening. With exquisite precision, he presses the tip against my clit and holds it there, applying a steady pressure. At the same time, he rolls my nipples between his fingers and sucks on my neck, his cock pressed into my ass crack and twitching.

“Luc,” I moan. “I need you inside me.”

“You can have your wish. All you have to do is come again.” His tail flicks against my clit, slow then fast, over and over, slipping and sliding around, and after a few moments, I feel the pleasure building in an unstoppable wave. God, I have never felt anything like this. I can feel it building all through my body, sharpening in my nipples and low in my belly. I clench my thighs and trap his tail right where I want it, the tip rubbing me exactly like I need it to.

“Fuck,” I breathe, and then it hits me, intense pleasure like the force of a tidal wave. My knees buckle, but he catches me, his tail still working my clit. I’m spasming hard against it, and he can feel it, because his cock gets even harder against me.

He slides to the ground, pulling me with him. “Take off my clothes,” he orders, and I scramble to obey, desperate to see what he looks like in the moonlight. Once his pirate garb is gone, I take in the view. He’s huge and muscular, his wings fanned out beneath him. His cock is shaped mostly like a human one, though it’s longer and thicker than any I’ve ever seen, standing tall and proud.

I’m curious about it—what it feels like, what it tastes like—but Luc has grown impatient.

“Ride me,” he demands.

I straddle him and take a deep breath, trying to force my muscles to relax. He’s enormous, but I’m dying to take all of him in. It takes a minute and a few bounces, but eventually I loosen up and slide all the way down, grinding my hips against him. I stay put for a moment, tightening my inner muscles around him, loving the way his cock flexes deep inside me.

I rock against him, slowly at first, getting a feel for him. He’s lying flat on the ground, eyes closed, mouth contorted with pleasure. Knowing that I’ve done that to him brings on a rush of power and pleasure, and he groans as my wetness floods against him. Without opening his eyes, he reaches up with perfect aim and captures my breasts in his hands, thumbs flicking at my nipples.

I bear down on him, hard, and then pick up the pace, sliding and bouncing. Impossibly, I feel him swell inside me, and then he gets so hard it’s unbelievable. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.

“Ahh,” I moan. “That’s incredible.”

He grins and opens his eyes. “During the day, I have to turn to stone. At night, I can control it.”

So that’s what’s happening: he’s literally rock hard inside me. But with none of the roughness of stone; his skin is silky and hot. Good god. I could get used to this.

I grind against him until we’re both sweating and panting. He rears up, shifting the angle inside me, rubbing against my sensitive inner spot. “Oh, fuck,” I moan and he picks up the pace, thrusting frantically.

“I want to feel you come around me,” he whispers in my ear, and that shivery bit of heat is all that I need to send me collapsing over the edge again, the orgasm pulsing through me. My tremors set him off; he gives a final roar and then I can feel him twitching and spurting inside me, hot and thick. It sets off another mini-orgasm, and we rock together until all the aftershocks finally pass, flopping into a tangled mess in the old hedge maze.

“Wow,” I finally manage as we roll apart and I slump onto my back. “I did not see that coming. No pun intended.”

He looks as ravished as I feel, clothes missing and his glorious hair all tangled. He meets my gaze and chuckles. “I can’t say I foresaw that either. As far as I know, a gargoyle has never coupled with a human in all of history.”

I smirk at him. “Well, I do like making history. But there’s no way this hasn’t happened before.”

He props himself up on one elbow, completely comfortable at being naked in the grass. “Truly, I’ve never heard of such a thing. When you mentioned it earlier, I was honestly stunned by the prospect. Now that I’ve experienced it, I have to admit that both our peoples might be missing out.”

I cuddle against him until I finally find the energy to stand and collect the tattered remains of my clothes. “Given the fact that this maze is prickly and I’m basically naked, I’m gonna need you to fly me back to the house,” I tell him.

He stands and flaps his wings open, then scoops me into his arms. “Happy to oblige. You’re a rare delight, Annie Winslow.”

ANNIE

Iwake up early the next morning, sore in all the best ways, and with a grin on my face. The sun is up, which means Luc is back at his post, which kind of sucks—I’d like him here in this ridiculous canopy bed with me, making me come until I can’t remember my own name. But since I can’t have that, I’ll shower and head to the bank, cash in these bonds, and deal with this dumb mortgage thing.

Celeste must be behind this; it’s the only thing that makes sense. She must have known about the bonds—not to mention Luc’s predicament—and set out to make us work together. Somehow, she figured we’d help each other and find the box before the deadline. Which means she must have known his heartstone was there too. It’s odd that she never returned it to him, but I’m certain she had her reasons.

Celeste was a sly old fox with a small gift for foresight. Her setting all this in motion sure makes more sense than the idea that she was deliberately out to get me. Celeste and I stayed in touch up until the end, and I think she wanted the best for me. She just had a sneaky way of going about it. Sure, she gave me the house, but she gave me more than that. A home, a new career, a new purpose. A friend with a hell of a lot of benefits. That old lady knew what she was about.

Whatever her exact plans, I’m thankful for the way things have turned out. I’m about to own this house free and clear, and I got hit with the best sex of my life. Who knew gargoyles had so many moves? Luc is stacked in all the right places, all big and proportionate and strong. Yum.

At the bank, I make a beeline for Lauriel and open the box on her desk. “Check this out.”

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