Page 101 of Heartsong
It had to be.
She’d never felt this way about someone before—like she couldn’t get enough, couldn’t be close enough or have enough of him. It terrified her still to have the depth and intensity of feelings for someone else; she knew that if it was all taken away, if Frey left her or was turned back to stone fully, it would devastate her. Yet, she couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
Anna had fallen for her flirty, surly gargoyle, and she wasn’t a quitter. Those two things meant that whatever happened, she was determined to be with him. She couldn’t give him up, not now, not with the promise of what could be.
What they already had wasso good—and Anna wanted more.
She blushed thinking about the other night when, upon coming home, dinner was already cooking, filling the house with savory scents. She’d been a little late, needing to dash to the bank, but had messaged him to let him know.
Anna had had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her choked gasp and burning cheeks as she waited in line. She couldn’t get home fast enough, already throbbing for him between her legs by the time she walked in the door. True to his word, he’d been all smiles and kisses, greeting her with warmth and greedy hands.
He’d swept her off her feet, placed her on the counter, shucked her dress pants, and feasted.
Anna’s pussy clenched remembering the voracious way his tongue had swiped and swirled over her, spearing inside as if he meant to gobble her up. The bastard had stopped right before she came, addressing the dinging oven timer and boiling potatoes. She’d watched on in an aroused daze, arms trembling to hold herself up, as he put the potatoes in the oven and took the chicken out to rest.
His lips gleamed with her slick when he smiled wickedly at her. Anna had made desperate sounds as his lips teased hers and his fingers made quick work of her shirt and bra. When he had her naked, Anna expected him to pull out his cock or return to tonguing her, but instead he’d lifted her again and brought her to the couch.
A bit baffled but too horny not to just go along, she’d yelped in surprise when he spun her around and bent her over the back of the couch. She’d just gotten herself propped up on her arms when the hot bar of his cock slid between the cheeks of her ass. Anna moaned, forehead falling to the couch cushion, as Frey’s hands kneaded and squeezed her backside. She heard the wheeze of the nearly empty lube bottle, and then his cock teased her entrance.
With her butt in the air like that, his hips aligned perfectly, and he slid easily inside on the first stroke. The second brought him deliciously deep, and the third saw him bottoming out. Already she was learning his shape, each time a little easier. Anna had come to relish the burn of taking him, how he shoved inside and made room for himself inside her.
His hands had been everywhere, caressing and stroking as his cock shuttled in and out in forceful but measured pumps. Her toes scrabbled on the floor for purchase, but he gave her no leverage, and as his pace picked up speed, he hooked her by the knees to place them on the back of the couch. He held her by the hips, pulling her back to meet every thrust, and Anna keened as she came.
The hot splatter of his cum on her backside made her shiver with aftershocks, and she’d almost told him to do it all again but come inside her. He was so good about pulling out, but Anna missed him.
After the couch acrobatics, Frey had picked her up—good, since she couldn’t walk anyway—taken her to the bathroom to clean her up, and dressed her in cozy PJs. Then dinner was served and they cuddled on the couch watching history documentaries as they ate, Anna’s brain a bit fuzzy on the details on how he managed all of it but too sated to care.
“Anna?”
She jumped in her ergonomic chair at the sound of her name. Clutching her phone guiltily to her chest, she peered up to see a curious June looking at her from across the front desk.
“Oh—hello! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you come in.”
June looked from her phone to her blushing face, and a small, knowing smile touched her pretty mouth. “No problem. We all get distracted.”
Flustered, Anna made a show of gathering her things to follow June into the main gallery. They had something of a routine by now, and as June got herself set up, Anna typed out a few quick messages to Frey.
It didn’t do her blush any good, but damn, teasing him was addicting. The idea of him waking up to the flurry of messages, of having the automated voice read them out one at a time with each getting dirtier and dirtier got her all hot and bothered. Enough so that she almost wished to hurry this second-to-last visit by June along.
Taking a deep breath, Anna slipped her phone into her pocket and, once she’d given her lady bits a stern talking to, went to join June where she’d set up to take her scans and pictures on the far side of the gallery.
They looked up at the statue that had replaced Frey, and Anna’s thoughts sobered. What was this gargoyle’s name? Had Frey known him in their past life?
The thought saddened her. She’d kept her promise to Frey and had been applying for new jobs. She had a preliminary interview set up for next week at a medical office; not her preferred workspace, but her background in admin meant she could do it and the benefits were pretty good. Still, whenever she looked upon one of the statues, it was hard to imagine leaving.
What will happen to them?
Frey was the only one who’d come alive that they knew of, and even then, it was only at night. How would they help the others if she didn’t have this job?
Chewing her cheek, her gaze flicked to June as the specialist did her thing. Engrossed in her work, June had that little divot between her brows that Anna had come to learn meant she was concentrating hard. The equipment didn’t seem to be giving her any trouble, but still, Anna respected that she was focusing.
It wasn’t until June took a step back from the scanning equipment and finished jotting down some notes that Anna made her move—even if she wasn’t quite sure what the game plan was.
“We’ll miss having you here. You’re part of the team now.”
June looked up, grinning. “The collection is absolutely fascinating. I’m sure next week won’t be my last time in. There’s enough here to keep any academic busy for their whole career.”
Aware that the new security cameras were motion sensing, Anna tried to keep herself from twitching or swaying.
