Chapter 69

When she'd woken to find herself still snuggled up against Remy, at first all she had noticed was the sense of warmth and comfort. Then she'd registered the stretched soreness between her legs, along with the lingering lassitude from having been thoroughly satisfied. Scents of musk and sweat and sex mingled together to remind her of just how wonderful their early morning interlude had been.
As she gradually came fully awake, she rubbed her cheek against his furry chest. Though it was still warm and still smelled the same, the texture was different. She had to stop herself from shrieking when she opened her eyes. His chest hair was coarser and thicker, swirling into a rough pelt that covered him from pecs to groin. Beneath the hair, instead of his smooth tanned skin, she saw what appeared to be marble, grays and creams swirled together. She rubbed at his hip with her fingers. It was tougher and heavier than normal skin - more like thick leather.
Okay. She'd known he was a shifter. She could handle this. She pulled away and sat up to have a look.
He was bigger. Aside from the hair and skin tone, that was the first thing she'd noticed. Taller and much heavier, his body looked like a statue of Hercules - like Mr. Universe immortalized in stone.
Except for the wings.
Yep, that's what she'd been lying on all right. The tips of what looked like bat wings stuck out at awkward angles from beneath his back. Ouch, that couldn't be comfortable. She reached up and stroked a finger across the leathery skin of his wing. Warm and smooth and strong. Then her hand trailed down his stomach to his penis. It was impressive even in sleep. Also warm and strong and smooth. She wondered how he tasted.
Mari had never been with another shifter before and she wondered if that was part of why the attraction she was feeling was so strong and overwhelming. Or maybe it was just because he'd jumped into the ocean to save her and then wrapped his body around her to take a bullet instead of letting her be hurt. She'd been on her own for eight years, and even before that she'd taken care of her mother more than the other way around. .It felt weird to have somebody - even a complete stranger looking out for her. And then when he'd trusted her to remove the bullet - somehow that was so intimate she didn't feel like they were strangers any more. In fact, she discovered, she really hated the thought that he was just here on vacation and that one day soon he'd be headed back to Quebec. At least she'd assumed that he was from Quebec, based on his accent and the shirt he'd loaned her. How odd that they knew each other's deepest secrets, but she didn't even know where he called home.
It didn't matter. Her skin tingled, her breasts were heavy and swollen and she was already wet, just from looking at him and waking up by his side. Even though she was still a little sore from earlier, she wanted him again. Based on his reactions before, he had at least a passing interest in her. She looked down at his cock, lying thick and heavy against his thigh and licked her lips. Damn fine thing she didn't have to work or go to class today. She moved to kneel between his splayed thighs, which were thicker than the marble pillars in the casino. Then she gently lifted his penis with both hands and bent her head for a taste.
"Oh, yeah." She moaned out loud after her tongue swirled around the head. He still tasted fantastic - rich and masculine, maybe just a little bit saltier than before. He hardened rapidly under her touch, until her fingers only wrapped two thirds of the way around him. She ran a row of nibbling kisses down the thick ridge to his balls, which were nestled in a thick nest of white-blond curls. Then she trailed her tongue back up to lick the drop of pearly fluid that had beaded in his slit. The bitter salty tang made her internal muscles clench with pleasure and need. She felt even more cream seeping between her thighs and she pressed them tightly together.
"What..." Remy's head lifted up off the pillow as her tongue swirled around the broad tip of his cock. He gasped. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" She gave him an exaggerated slurp, then giggled. "If you have to ask, I must not be doing it right."
His eyes were the same - slate gray and intense. He groaned in pleasure, then gave her a worried stare before he started asking questions.
Mari was torn between her body's demand that she continue, and his obvious worry that she found this form unattractive. So she did her best to convince him otherwise with both words and actions. Finally he conceded the fight and lay back against the pillows with a groan, his eyes practically rolling up into his head. His big hand, with its inhumanly long fingers cupped the back of her head and gently tangled in her hair.
"Just like that," he moaned. "Damn that feels good." His stomach muscles clenched taut. When she drew his whole tip into her mouth and sucked, his ass lifted up off the sheet.
She wriggled her hips to quell the wet ache between her own legs. She desperately wanted him inside her, but she honestly wasn't sure it would work. He'd been big in human form. In his gargoyle shape he was huge.
Besides, the idea of having him come down her throat was exciting her too. It was an intimacy she hadn't shared with anyone else. The idea had simply never appealed to her before, but with Remy, it did. She pumped with both of her hands wrapped around his shaft while she worked the head of his erection with her tongue and cheek muscles. The very tip of him bumped against the back of her throat and he gave another ragged groan.
"Yes, cherie!" His words were huffed on a gasp. His hand clenched in her hair, still gentle but tugging a little, just enough to let her know how tightly he was holding onto his control. She sucked harder and tightened her fingers picking up speed as she swallowed hard. She could feel her throat muscles grip him as he shouted, and then a river of hot semen shot down her throat.
His orgasm went on and on as she continued to milk his cock with her throat and hands. She swallowed over and over, loving the feel of it almost as much as she loved the sight of him. His eyes had squeezed shut and every tendon and muscle had gone as rigid as the steel cables that held up a bridge. His teeth were clenched, showing elongated cuspids with tiny points. Cool - wings and fangs.
When his paroxysm subsided, she eased his cock out of her mouth and gently licked him clean. The salty, bitter-sweet taste of him only increased the ache in her belly and cunt - she was so turned on it hurt. With one last flick of her tongue, she cleaned out the last droplet from the little slit, and let out a whimper of her own.