Chapter 68

Remy pulled the covers up over them both and wrapped her in his arms. "No kidding." He didn't have enough blood back in his brain for conversation yet.
"I'm glad you're not hurt anymore." Her comment was punctuated by a soft yawn.
"Yeah. Me too."
He felt the twitch of her lips as she smiled against his chest. "Goodnight, Remy."
He knew there was some reason he shouldn't do this, but his brain was still fried. He reached out and turned off the lamp. Then adjusted her delightful weight against his shoulder. "Goodnight, cherie. Sleep well."
Then with a satisfied sigh, he closed his eyes and joined her.
He woke to the sensation that something was wrong.
Okay, something horribly wrong and something very, very right.
The sensation of having a soft hand stroking his cock was fucking incredible. Then there was a wet stroke of a tongue and he thought he might be in heaven.
But lying on his back made his wings hurt.
Wings?
He sat up with a start, fully awake in a heartbeat. The morning sun filtered through a gap in the cheap motel drapes and illuminated the glossy walnut-colored head that was bent over his groin.
Mari lifted her face, smiled up at him and said, "Good morning."
Remy groaned and fell back against the pillows, automatically flexing his wings out from under him.
"What..." He tried to ask why she was still here, but he lost it when her tongue swirled hungrily around the tip of his penis. He gasped in a breath, gathered his wits and tried again. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" She paused for another slurp and Remy felt the jolt of sensation all the way to his toes. Then she giggled, causing her lips to graze against him in an erotic butterfly kiss. "If you have to ask, I must not be doing it right."
"No worries there, cherie." Her hands were both curled around his shaft, stroking, as her lips and tongue teased the head. He fisted his hands in the sheet, trying not to shred it with his claws. "Talented and lovely."
"Mmm. And having fun. Did you know you're even bigger once you shift?" She opened her mouth and sucked the tip of him inside. He barely fit, but the feel of all that wet heat wrapped around him was almost enough to send him over the edge. He tried to focus on her words, just to slow things down. He'd never had a blow job in his gargoyle form and he wanted to savor it - make the pleasure last for more than a minute.
"I know." He was intimately familiar with his alternate form.
"Do you always shift when you sleep?"
"Huh?" When one of her hands slid down off his cock to massage his balls - also bigger in this shape, he forgot what he was trying to say. If she kept it up, he was liable to forget his own name.
She giggled again, but this time her lips were wrapped around him, making them vibrate with her laughter. Remy groaned.
"Poor thing," she soothed. She dipped her tongue into the slit with a little wriggle. "Mmm. You taste good."
"Mari - " He didn't understand why she wasn't horrified by the sight of him in all his demonic glory.
"Shh. Don't start thinking now, Remy. Just enjoy." She ran a line of tiny nibbling kisses from the tip down to the root, then back up again.
"You're sure?" He couldn't help the upward pulsing of his hips, thrusting his cock into her soft hands and sweet hot mouth.
And then she stopped and he almost wept. She sat up in the vee of his legs and put her hands on her hips. "Is there a problem, buster?"
Only that you stopped. Out loud he said, "I'm not exactly - myself at the moment."
Her head tipped to one side. "You're not? You don't change into the same shape every time?" She reached up and stroked a hand through the thick patch of fur on his chest. "That's a bummer, because this one is pretty cool."
"Cool?" Not what he'd expected to hear. "You don't find me - repulsive?"
She began to laugh. "You never struck me as the insecure type, Remy. I mean, sure I'd have freaked out if you hadn't already warned me that you're a shifter, but do I really strike you as so superficial that I'd run away screaming?"
Now that she mentioned it, it did seem kind of unlikely. She'd had the fortitude to dig a bullet out of his shoulder. Based on her activities, she obviously didn't have an issue with the fact that his skin was mottled cream and gray or that he was bigger in just about every dimension than the man she'd fallen asleep with. Not to mention the wings - or his face. No, his delightful little selkie just laughed at his insecurities and went back to sucking him off.
Remy wasn't stupid. He smoothed one hand through her silky hair and cupped the back of her head. "Mmm, just like that, cherie. I could fuck that pretty little mouth of yours all day long."
"I hope not." Once again she laid her lips against his overheated skin and chuckled. "Eventually I'm going to want a turn."
"Just keep up what you were doing, sweetness. I guarantee it won't take long." His body might be a weird mix of human and demonic characteristics, but when it came to sex and sensation, he was still just a man. He laid his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes as she began to suck in earnest, her hand pumping him harder and faster.