Not to be outdone, she went for the button on his trousers and snapped it open. He took over and in seconds was stomping his trousers beneath his feet.
Destroy stood back and looked at Rowan. He was breathing heavily and licking his lips.
Rowan was loving the fact that she did this to this strong, powerful Goyle — she called his name, “Destroy?”
His eyes jerked up from her body to her face. She caught his eyes with hers and smiled at him while she reached behind herself to unclasp her brassiere. Slowly she let it slide down her arms and she tossed it at him.
Destroy’s eyes rounded, his nostrils flared, “Mine,” he rumbled.
Rowan’s laughter tinkled prettily in the room, “Not yet,” she answered, issuing a dare.
He lunged at her, prepared to rip her panties from her body and show her just exactly who the hell she belonged to, but only one step from the bed he remembered. “Wait!” he suddenly shouted.
“Wait?! Why? What’s wrong?” she asked, thoroughly confused.
But now his back was to her. He was completely naked, his ass in the air as he rooted around on the floor throwing their clothing up and over his back as he found first one piece then another. “Aha! I found it!” he said, taking something out of the pocket of his shirt. Destroy turned back to her, his entire expression changed. He was now very serious.
He walked slowly to her where she waited on her knees on the bed, totally nude, not the least bit shy about him seeing her body. “I love you,” he said.
Rowan’s face softened, “I love you, too.”
“I want everyone to know that you are taken, that you are mine,” he told her.
“I do, too,” she answered.
“I know that I can’t go with you each time you go to Philadelphia. But I want even the humans to know that you’re mine. And I want you to know each time you look down at your hand that I’m with you. That my heart is yours, my soul is yours.”
“Destroy,” Rowan whispered, near tears, happy tears.
“And that ribbon on your wrist isn’t going to last very long, so I bought you this instead. Lore helped me find it. I told him what I wanted.”
Rowan looked at him confused as he reached for her hand and slipped a gold filigree ring on her finger. It was a beautiful, delicate setting and a three carat oval purple amethyst was set in the center. Around the outside of the amethyst were set tiny round diamonds.
Rowan stared at the ring on her finger — it was gorgeous. “Destroy, it’s beautiful!” she said through tears. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“Oh, my! Yes! I’ve never seen a ring so beautiful!”
“Then, yes, I did have to do it. And I’m glad I did. It’s purple, like the ribbon,” he said a bit shyly, like maybe she wouldn’t get the connection.
“It wouldn’t be right if it were any other color,” she said, holding her hand out to look at her ring.
“It’s your wedding ring,” he told her as he reached for her hand again. He lifted it to his lips and kissed the ring where it sat on her finger.
Then her world was upturned again when she found herself flat on her back.
“I believe you said that you weren’t mine yet,” he smiled at her exaggeratedly, “I beg to differ.”
Destroy was so much larger than she was, that he had no trouble holding her down with one hand while he tore her panties from her body with the other.
Rowan gasped, and her sharp intake of breath had him stopping mid movement. He froze as he pushed her left thigh up and into her own breast, “Row, you can always say no. I’ll never do anything you don’t want.”
Rowan smiled at him, wrapped her hand around one of his horns and said, “So can you.” Then she tugged enough to plant his face where she wanted him most, between her thighs.
Destroy raised his eyes to hers and smiled wickedly as he gave her one long lick, top to bottom. “Now, who do you belong to?”
“Me,” she answered.
“No, no, no — you’re mine. Say it,” he demanded.
“Not yet. I’m not yet convinced,” she told him with one eyebrow raised.
Destroy wasted no time. He pushed both her thighs straight up and back, plunging his tongue inside her, while using his nose to nudge her clit.
Rowan cried out with the sensation of Destroy’s tongue inside her most intimate parts.
Destroy had lost all ability of reasonable thought. He was responding only to scents, sounds, feels and tastes. Wherever Rowan directed him by her still firm grip on his horns, that was where he licked, suckled and bit. She really liked his bites.
She didn’t last long before she was guiding him up her body, “More,” she begged, “I need more.”
“What do I get?” he asked her with an evil glint in his eye.
“Whatever you want,” she promised. “Just, please, I need you inside. Now!” she demanded.
Destroy didn’t hesitate, he’d lined himself up with her sweet, swollen center while waiting for her answer — and with her plea, he slammed home in one single thrust, while throwing his upper body forward to lean on his forearms above her.
Rowan screamed, but shoved her own hips up to meet his. Her hands gripped his biceps, her fingers digging into his flesh.
“Now, I’ll ask again, who do you belong to?” He was pressed inside of her, as deep as he could go. He could feel her cervix twitch against the head of his cock. Her walls clenched around him, but he refused to move.
Destroy pressed his lips to her ear, “I will not move until you tell me. I will stay planted here, All. Night. Long.”
“You wouldn’t!” she said.
He leaned back a little, so she could see his eyes, but was careful to keep his hips pressed against her, “Try me.”
They were at a standoff, both wanting to proceed, both wanting to win.
Then she had an idea, “You’re mine.”
“Yes, I am,” Destroy answered.
“You belong to me. Only me,” Rowan pressed.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Forever?” she asked, “No matter what?”
“Absolutely,” he declared with conviction in his voice.
“Well, then, since you said it first, I suppose I can say it second — I’m yours,” Rowan said.
Destroy didn’t care who said it first. His cock was painfully engorged, his woman ready, and the games finally behind them. He drew back his hips and slammed into her, again and again, and again.
They made love in a frenzy, completely lost to anything but sensation, snarling, growling, screaming their pleasure.
Rowan felt the pleasure building, her thighs trembling, her walls pulsating against Destroy, trying to pull him deeper inside.
Her breath was fast and heavy, as was his. Eventually she could take no more. She threw her head back and screamed, her entire body quaking under his. He did the same, pounding into her so hard he drove her all the way up the bed to the point that her head was hitting the headboard. He released a roar that drove all the small creatures within a mile into their dens to hide.
Destroy collapsed on top of Rowan, then turned, flopping to his back and pulling her on top of him.
Much later when they’d recovered enough to form words, Rowan lifted up and looked at him seriously, no teasing there at all, “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
Destroy pushed a strand of her long dark hair behind her ear, “Never my love.”
“I love you. I belong to you,” Rowan said.
“I love you, too, Row. I’m yours,” Destroy answered, his heart bursting with happiness.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” she said looking at him speculatively.
“Yes?” he asked, almost afraid to see what she’d come up with next.
“Is that all you got, Ribbons?” she taunted.
Destroy’s smile grew almost sinister, “Remember, you asked…” In a heartbeat she was flipped around, her bottom in the ai
r, her hands and knees pressed to the mattress, her head bowed low and held there by one of his hands, “Should I pleasure you or spank you?” he asked. “Hmm, maybe a bit of both,” he answered before she could, as he brought his hand down to smack her bottom hard enough to leave a perfect red hand print there.
Oh, this was going to be good, she thought. Very, very good.
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>
Enthrall stood on his porch with Lore and the man who had been the Windigo. He looked down at the unconscious man now drenched from the pouring rain.
“He lives,” Lore said, looking down at the man.
“Now what do we do with him?” Enthrall asked.
“I could eat him, I am still hungry,” Lore suggested.
Enthrall looked up at Lore, a slightly corporeal Lore, “I don’t think so.”
Lore shrugged, “Well, you asked. Surely you didn’t expect me to be helpful.”
“Why not? You’ve been very helpful lately,” Enthrall said.
“Yes, and I’m not altogether sure I’m happy about that,” Lore answered.
Enthrall raised an eyebrow, “What is that supposed to mean?”
Lore raised his eyes to Enthrall’s, a more serious expression than Enthrall had ever seen on his face in all the centuries they’d been friends. “It is not always a pleasant job, this helping. This responsibility.”
“You cannot lie to me, my friend. I’ve seen the pleasure on your face when you help our friends,” Enthrall said.
“Perhaps. I find the responsibility to pain me the most,” Lore said cryptically.
“In what way?” Enthrall asked.
Lore stepped closer to Enthrall, “I have news, Enthrall. It is not good.”
Enthrall was puzzled. What news could Lore possibly have that could have him in such a state, “Tell me, Lore. I will always stand beside you. What is it you need from me?”
Lore looked at Enthrall sadly, “It is not me who may need. It is you.”
Enthrall said quietly, “Tell me.”
“It is your Felicity,” Lore said, waiting for a response.
Enthrall’s stomach dropped, his face became stony, “What about her?”
“Now I am here for you, my friend,” Lore said.
“Tell me!” Enthrall shouted.
“She is dying, Enthrall,” Lore said solemnly.
Enthrall heard blood rushing in his ears, his heart stuttered. Every muscle in his body fought the instinct to bunch up and curl in on themselves. “Now?! This instant?” He shouted, moving back a few steps, preparing to ghost back to her.
“No, not this instant. But she is ill, Enthrall. She’s fading,” Lore said.
“I will not allow it. We will get her treatment — whatever it is, we will get it treated,” Enthrall declared.
“It has been too long ignored, Enthrall. It is too late,” Lore said sadly.
“It is not!” Enthrall shouted. “It can’t be,” he murmured as he ghosted away, going back to Felicity. Refusing to believe that Lore’s words could be true.
“Godspeed, my friend,” Lore whispered after his friend. Then he looked down at the still unconscious man, “And what the blazes am I to do with you?” he asked the still sleeping form.
He smiled, an idea forming.
He looked at the house across the way, Destroy’s house. Many a day Destroy marched through the swamps shouting his name to the treetops — it drove Lore insane, well, even more insane than he usually was. And since Destroy was now a guardian over Whispers, and Enthrall was otherwise occupied, he decided that this would be Destroy’s problem.
He grinned — this was going to be fun. He set one misty foot in front of the other, and with each step he took all the way across the 400 feet between Enthrall’s home and Destroy’s, he shouted as loudly as he possibly could, being sure to send his voice echoing all ‘round the land, “Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!”
When he was close to Destroy’s home and heard the snarl of the Gargoyle inside, irritated at having been disturbed while mating his woman, he laughed aloud, and called again, “Destroy! Are you not a keeper of Whispers? You are needed!”
Destroy’s footsteps could be heard stomping through his house, the door was snatched open, and he bellowed, “What?!”
“Hello, Destroy. This night… Whispers is yours,” Lore declared.
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Other books by this author:
Avaleigh’s Boys series
I’m Not A Dragon’s Mate!, Book 1
Bane’s Heart, Book 2
Kaid’s Queen, Book 3
Maverik’s Ashes, Book 4
Bam’s Ever, Book 5
Whispers From the Bayou series
Carnage, Book 1
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