Chapter 91

Marc was lost. Aldara tasted of toothpaste overlain with a faint hint of seawater and underneath it all a flavor uniquely her own. It was so sweet he didn't think he'd ever get enough.
He deepened the kiss, bringing one hand around to slide up under her sweatshirt and cup a full, firm breast. She moaned into his mouth and arched her spine, pressing the mounded flesh farther into his hand. He squeezed gently, rubbing his palm against the taut, beaded nipple. The tangy scent of her arousal filled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply through his nose as her lush ass rubbed against his painfully hard erection.
"More," she whimpered, pulling her lips from his to trail kisses over his jaw and up to his pointed, leonine ear. He hadn't been kissed in his gargoyle form since he was a randy teenager and he'd forgotten just how sensitive his cat ears were. Even in this shape, though, his lower body was all human and every male inch of him longed to shove her down on the mattress and fuck the living daylights out of her, right here, right now.
The fierce urge to possess her was enough of a shock to make him stop. What was he thinking? She'd been injured, couldn't even remember if she was married and he'd been about to ravage her like - well - an animal.
Pulling his hands from under her shirt, he gently lifted her off his lap. "I'm sorry."
Wide gray eyes gave him a glazed stare. "Why?"
"I can't take advantage of you like this."
Hurt registered in her trembling lower lip. "You want to stop? Why? You don't want me?"
He ran one hand through the silky tumble of her curly hair and tried not to think about the huge tent in his pants. "Oh cherie, believe me I want you. So much it hurts. But you nearly died today. You just had a nightmare. And if you did find out you've got a lover, you'd feel guilty about this for years." He already knew, somehow, that she wasn't the type to cheat - at least not knowingly.
"I see." She scooted a little farther away and smoothed the hair off her flushed face. Her eyes still avoided his. "Of course."
"Will you be able to go back to sleep now?"
A wry grin flitted across her face. "Perhaps. But I think my dreams this time will be very different, non?"
Dropping a chaste kiss onto her forehead, he stood. "No kidding." He started to walk away then stopped in the doorway and turned. "And, angel? If I knew for sure you were single - neither of us would be leaving that bed for a long, long time."
His blackbird - Aldara - smiled at that. "When my memory returns, I'll hold you to that promise."
"Can't wait."
He padded back to his temporary bedroom, threw himself down on the bed and sulked. He had to find out who she was, to know she was single. This need to fuck her, claim her as his own was unprecedented in his experience. Harpies were related to sirens - a tidbit he'd come up with in his research. Maybe it was just her innate magic that drew him so powerfully. Maybe he'd just been too damn long without a woman.
The sateen sheet felt like sandpaper on the engorged flesh of his cock and he flexed his hips, rubbing himself along the mattress. Then he realized how low he'd sunk - he was dry-humping the bed. With a groan, he stood and tugged off his lounge pants. After stacking two pillows, he lay back down, carefully arranging his wings out on either side of him before settling against the headboard.
Visions of Aldara filled his mind as his fist closed around his rigid shaft. Droplets of pre-cum were already leaking from his tip, probably had been since she'd been grinding on his lap. He remembered the weight of her breast, plump and ripe, begging for his touch and his mouth. His hand began to move, stroking up and down the length of his cock. He'd smelled her cream - she'd wanted him. She'd been totally ready for him to bury himself inside the wet heat of her soft pussy.
His hand tightened almost without him consciously controlling it, moving faster and faster on his shaft as he imagined the sensation of sinking into her moisture-slicked channel. Her gray eyes would be glazed with passion as he thrust himself into her. She'd be making little whimpers of passion that would swell into screams as he fucked her until neither of them knew where one body ended and the other began. Her walls would quiver around him, clutching him greedily and her nails would dig into the skin of his back while her legs wrapped up around his waist so she could take him deeper. Then she'd cry out his name, her tight cunt convulsing around him, milking his cock until he came. Finally, he'd ram himself home, spurting deep within her body, filling her with his essence, marking her with his scent, claiming her as his. He heard her cry out as another spasm shook her...
Hot ribbons of cum streamed over his hand and splattered on his stomach and chest. He milked his erection until he was limp and would have sworn there was no fluid left in his body. Just thinking about Aldara gave him a stronger orgasm than he remembered from fucking another woman. Christ, he was in trouble.
Another breathy cry reached his ears. Oh shit, she was dreaming again. He darted into the bathroom and wiped the cum off his skin then hurried down the hallway to her room. He hadn't closed either bedroom door tightly for just this reason.
Moving silently, he pushed open the door to her room and stopped, shocked by the sight that met his eyes. She wasn't dreaming. Instead, she was sprawled back against the pillows with the covers down around her ankles. And she'd lost the sweats. Lying on his bed, gloriously naked, she lay with her legs splayed, her spine arched and one hand fingering her pink, glistening pussy.
She hadn't noticed him. Her eyes were closed and her plump lower lip was caught between her pearly white teeth. A small whimper escaped her as she rubbed her clit, spreading the thick, rich moisture around the engorged nub.
Mesmerized, Marc stepped closer. She squirmed, her hips pumping up and down and he simply couldn't help himself. He crawled onto the bed between her spread legs and laid his hands on her knees.
"Want some help?" He heard the roughened tone of his voice and hoped he didn't scare her.
Her eyes flew open, locked with his. "Please," she whispered. "I need you so badly. It hurts."
"Can't have that." He meant it. He'd cut off his own arm before he'd willingly cause her the slightest pain. He hooked one arm under each of her knees and lifted her to his mouth, inhaling deeply. "God, Aldara, you smell like ambrosia. I could eat you for hours."
"Yes," she moaned as she shimmied, trying to press her cunt into his face.
Marc licked her slowly, a long slurp from anus to clit. "And you taste fucking incredible too."