Trill to Me Sweetly Paranormal love 1

by Charlie Richards

  Much to Maelgwn’s disappointment, Bobby cut off the rest of that thought.

  He twisted his hands together in his lap. “Not straight though.” Realizing he said that out loud, Bobby’s cheeks blossomed into a bright red. He finally lifted his gaze and muttered, “Sorry. I didn’t mean any offense.”

  Maelgwn reached out and gently took Bobby’s hand. Mindful of his claws, he gently scraped his thumb over the sensitive pads of Bobby’s palm to gain his attention. Bobby gasped, shivered even, and jerked his head up to look at him.

  “Bobby,” Maelgwn whispered. “You are my lover. You are the only man I wish to touch, the only one I want to touch me.”

  “But I’m…” Bobby frowned. “And you’re…” He waved his free hand in the air wildly.

  Licking his lips, Maelgwn eyed his mate closely as he leaned close. Bobby just watched him, his eyes a little wider than normal, a little darker green, but he didn’t move away. Maelgwn pressed his nose into the crook of Bobby’s neck, using pressure to get his mate to tilt his jaw. Pleasure flooded him at how quickly Bobby acquiesced.

  He nibbled lightly on the exposed tendons, gratified at the gasp and body shudder his little human made. “You have a problem with interspecies matings, my sweet human?” He purred the words against Bobby’s damp flesh, knowing how much pleasure the vibrations and warm air could cause a lover.

  Bobby whimpered, bringing his hands up to Maelgwn’s shoulders and clutching tightly. He could hear Bobby panting, then the man whispered, “Why aren’t I afraid of you?”

  Chapter Five

  Bobby whispered the question more because he thought he should than because he felt any actual interest in the answer. With how good Maelgwn’s large, rough hands felt holding his own, not to mention the amazing sensations caused by how he nipped Bobby’s neck with his teeth—holy shit those are huge canines!—and Bobby didn’t really want to think about anything.

  Maelgwn answered anyway. “Because you’re drawn to me,” he crooned deeply against his neck. “You feel our connection just as I do. The Fates brought us together.”

  He didn’t understand most of that, but the feeling of being drawn to this…gargoyle. Yeah, that he understood. Hell, Maelgwn could call himself whatever he wanted, because Bobby desired to feel his touch, craved the creature’s touch even—which he’d figure out later—and he wanted to trace every ridge of blue muscle—holy shit, he’s blue!—that he could find.

  Letting out a sigh, Bobby forced his eyes open. When did I close them? To his surprise, he realized they were alone in the cottage. “Where did everyone go?”

  Maelgwn eased back, and Bobby wanted to kick himself for saying something. His question caused the big guy to move away and glance around. He turned back and his thin lips turned up into a smile, softening the firm lines of his square jaw. “They knew we needed some time alone.”

  “Alone?” Bobby whispered. He could think of all kinds of things he wanted to do alone with Maelgwn, starting with exploring every inch of that sexy blue body.

  “We have much to discuss.” Discussion is the last thing on my mind. Ever since Bobby had woken to the deep tones of his lover’s voice, he’d been hard, almost desperate. Maybe that was how one of Maelgwn’s kind coerced a human into…well, sex? Except, Bobby didn’t feel coerced. All he felt was…need.

  “I want to touch you,” Bobby blurted out. His face heated, but it didn’t stop him from reaching up and gently tracing the firm line of Maelgwn’s square jaw. When he reached the thin lips that he’d tasted once before and desperately wanted to taste again, Maelgwn gently nipped his finger, sending a fresh wave of desire through him. Goosebumps erupted on his arms. Bobby couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard.

  “You can touch me anywhere you want, my sweet mate,” Maelgwn crooned.

  Bobby figured he’d need to learn why Maelgwn kept calling him his mate, too—after all, he didn’t sound Australian—but he’d worry about that later. He took in the large creature leaning over him, his dark blue skin, his long black hair, his dark gray eyes, and the firm jaw displaying long canines. Looking away from the pointy teeth, he paused. Good god, are those wings? Crazy!

  Maelgwn had broad shoulders and thick muscles. He wore some kind of leather loincloth which just added to his sexy appeal and showed off heavily muscled legs. In fact, the gargoyle’s thighs were as thick around as Bobby’s waist! And his abs, oh, so yummy!

  Other than, well, the wings of course, the blue skin, claws and long canines peeking over his bottom lip, Maelgwn would pass for human. An incredibly big human, but still…

  “You keep looking at me like that, and I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” Maelgwn growled gruffly.

  Bobby jerked his gaze back to Maelgwn’s face. He gasped at the heat and lust darkening the gargoyle’s gray eyes, making them look like the sky before a storm. “Maybe,” he paused and licked his lips, fighting past the sudden dryness in his throat. “Maybe I don’t want you to behave,” he whispered.

  Maelgwn growled again, the sound deep and sexy. Bobby’s prick oozed, and he just knew a visible spot was forming on his slacks.

  “There is much I need to explain,” Maelgwn insisted, though he did grip the nape of Bobby’s neck with one hand. It was so big that he was able to scrape the claw of his thumb along the top of Bobby’s lips. And Bobby didn’t know why he found that so fucking hot, but he did, and he couldn’t stop the visible shiver.

  “Talking’s overrated. You said your kind can have interspecies relations, and I really, really want to feel you.” Bobby chanced a look at Maelgwn’s crotch. “Oh, sweetie,” he muttered. “I want to ride what you’re packing so bad.” God, he sounded like a slut, but he ached even worse.

  Bobby was a size queen, always had been, and if the bulge filling out the loincloth was any indication, Maelgwn was hung like a fucking ox! His hole tightened in anticipation. When Maelgwn didn’t say anything, Bobby returned his gaze to the gargoyle’s face. His expression of tortured lust was enough to make Bobby act.

  Moving slowly, giving Maelgwn plenty of time to refuse—after all, Bobby didn’t want to force himself on an unwilling man, no matter what the hidden erection might imply—Bobby climbed onto his knees, swung his leg over Maelgwn’s thighs, and settled onto the big gargoyle’s lap. Maelgwn immediately moved his hands to Bobby’s hips, holding him steady.

  Taking that as approval, Bobby rocked his hips. He hissed softly at the pleasure-pain caused by the pressure on his dick.

  “Bobby,” Maelgwn snarled heatedly.

  Ignoring the warning in the big guy’s voice, Bobby rocked his hips again, then reached a hand between them and worked his pants open. Once his dick sprang free, he grabbed for the ties at Maelgwn’s hip, hoping that was how to open the loincloth hiding the dick he desperately wanted to see and touch.

  “God, damn it,” Bobby muttered, realizing somehow he’d gotten a knot in the leather strips. Glaring, he realized Maelgwn was looking at him with an expression that was a cross between lust and amusement. “Open your fucking loincloth, Maelgwn,” Bobby snapped.

  Evidently, his tone had just a little bit too much challenge in it. Maelgwn’s lip curled, showing off his impressive canine. His brow ridges furrowed and a low growl rumbled from him. Bobby suddenly found himself lifted from Maelgwn’s lap and into the air. He let out an undignified squeak.

  Then Maelgwn was moving, away from the bed, around the couch, and to the thick rug in front of the low-burning fire. He laid Bobby down and then towered over him, his gaze traveling over him.

  “You look so fuckable like that, Bobby,” Maelgwn rumbled as he untangled the mess Bobby had made of his loincloth ties. “Is this what you want?” He pulled the loincloth off and dropped it on the floor, freeing his erection.

  Looking up at the massive gargoyle staring down at him, Bobby figured he should have felt afraid. Maelgwn was seven feet of heavy muscles, sharp claws, and feral masculinity. His wings, now that they were spread, had to r
each at least eighteen feet.

  But it was Maelgwn’s dick that caused Bobby to pant heavily, and not from fear. Renewed lust and desire coursed through him in equal measure. His dick oozed another drop of pre-cum, sliding down his glans, sending sparks of pleasure up his stalk. His big lover sported an erection probably ten inches in length with a hefty girth. His foreskin was pulled halfway clear of the cap, showing off a hint of a wide slit and a glans gleaming with pre-cum.

  “Oh my god,” Bobby whispered, licking his lips. He reached down and squeezed the base of his throbbing cock to keep from coming at the sight of it. His anus fluttered and he moaned. Never had he wanted something in his ass so badly. “Please, fuck me.”

  Maelgwn dropped to his knees and grabbed Bobby’s pants. Bobby lifted his hips, helping Maelgwn strip him as he yanked his shirt over his head. Once he lay naked, Maelgwn let out a long, low growl. He skimmed his palms up Bobby’s inner thighs, the tips of his claws scraping ever so lightly.

  Bobby moaned at the sensations. His dick jerked. His balls pulled tight. When he went to reach for his erection, desperate for friction, Maelgwn grabbed his wrist and tugged his hand over his head. His second hand quickly joined the first, Maelgwn holding both his wrists in one big hand.

  Why do I feel so safe with a huge gargoyle leaning over me?

  It made no sense to Bobby, but that didn’t stop him from wanting more. He bucked his hips, hoping to get friction against his dick. He mewled in frustration when he met with nothing but air.

  “Please,” Bobby begged. “I’m so close.”

  “I can’t fuck you yet, my mate,” Maelgwn murmured. “I wouldn’t be able to resist claiming you, and I won’t do that until I explain what it means.”

  Well, that was probably good, since Bobby was more than a little confused by everything going on, and not just the fact that gargoyles were real. Bobby didn’t understand why he wanted Maelgwn so badly. His reactions made no sense, but even realizing that didn’t alleviate the burning need coiling through Bobby’s body.

  “I need to come,” Bobby moaned, his body twitching as his head rolled restlessly from side to side. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this worked up.

  “I will please you, my mate,” Maelgwn promised, running a hand down his ribs to his groin. “Then we’ll talk.”

  “Yeah, okay.” He’d agree to whatever Maelgwn said if it meant he’d get to come.

  Anything to get that hand moving ever closer to his groin wrapped around his dick. He almost cried out with need when, instead, Maelgwn grabbed his own shaft. But then Maelgwn lowered his hips and pressed his massive erection against Bobby’s shorter, more slender one. Bobby’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he watched Maelgwn grip his foreskin and tug it over both their dick’s heads.

  He’d heard of docking before, but never done it. First, he’d have to have found an uncircumcised lover, and second, he’d have needed to trust the man. Neither of those things had ever happened.

  It felt like silk moved over his glans, massaging and squeezing. Unable to fight the scream building in his throat, Bobby roared at the wild sensations shooting from his cap down his dick to his balls as Maelgwn rutted slowly against him. The warm flesh over his cap and the bumping of the other man’s cock head against his own combined with their flowing pre-cum to create the most intense sensations.

  Panting heavily, Bobby gripped Maelgwn’s shoulders. He felt the hard muscles under his hold bunch and release beneath his fingers. His body shuddered. His thigh muscles trembled as he rocked his hips up once, twice. Bobby’s balls pulled tight to his body and a tingle started at the base of his spine, heralding his imminent orgasm.

  Maelgwn leaned down and nipped at his neck. It was the last straw. His body bowed, his legs twitched, and he screamed as his release washed over him. Bobby shivered and jerked. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his cum flooded Maelgwn’s foreskin, forcing the warm liquid to ooze over their heads and down their shafts.

  Bobby mewled incoherently at the odd sensations that he never wanted to end. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard Maelgwn grunt and felt him stiffen. More warm seed, this time not his own, flowed between them. Another fact hit home, even if Bobby had found an uncircumcised partner, he never would have done this with them. It was too intimate and required to much trust in a partner. What about disease?

  The sharp prick of Maelgwn’s canines sinking into his neck forced a shocked gasp from Bobby’s mouth. Almost instantly, the pain morphed into pleasure, and a second orgasm bowled unexpectedly through him. Once more, Bobby found himself floating on waves of heady endorphins. His balls turned inside out a second time and he found himself flooding the small space between them once more.

  When Bobby finally regained his ability to think, he became aware of two things. First, Maelgwn gently licked where he’d bitten him and it felt really, really nice, while he stroked Bobby’s torso and hips, gently bringing him down from the most intense couple orgasms he’d ever experienced—and that was without penetration or a hand on his dick. The second thing that registered was the soothing humming that seemed to vibrate through Maelgwn’s chest, almost like purring. He found it relaxing, soothing—and wasn’t that the strangest fucking thing?

  “Hmm,” he hummed. “What is that?”

  Maelgwn rubbed his cheek against Bobby’s. “Trilling,” he murmured. “Mates find it soothing, so I’ve been told.”

  “What’s trilling? What’s a mate, and why do you keep calling me that?” Bobby asked sleepily. Damn, he felt wiped after that dual orgasm.

  “Let me get a cloth to clean us up, then we really have things to discuss,” Maelgwn said, his gaze sliding away from Bobby’s.

  “Okay,” Bobby murmured, suddenly experiencing tension he probably should have been feeling the entire time.

  He watched as Maelgwn rose, surprisingly graceful for such a large man. Bobby frowned, realizing Maelgwn wasn’t a man. He was a gargoyle. Though he was sexy-as-sin, he was still a gargoyle. I mean, my god, he has a fucking tail! Just what did Maelgwn want with a scrawny human like him, anyway?

  Maelgwn returned with a warm cloth. When Bobby reached for it, Maelgwn grabbed his hand lightly and pushed it away. “Let me,” Maelgwn insisted.

  Bobby nibbled his bottom lip for a second, then nodded. Needing to think about something other than the fact that very sharp claws were near his genitals—and why that bothered him now but didn’t during the heat of sex, he didn’t know—Bobby asked, “So, you’re a gargoyle. Do you turn into stone during the day?”

  “Yes,” Maelgwn answered without pausing in his actions. He glanced up at Bobby and smiled, but it looked a little forced. “That’s one of the things we need to talk about.”

  Bobby nodded.

  After a pause, Maelgwn added, “Once we’re bonded, I’ll be able to turn human like Tible does for Gus.”

  “B-bonded?” Bobby swallowed hard. “What does that mean?”

  Maelgwn sucked in a deep breath, then let it out through his nose, clearly agitated. The ridges of bone on his forehead that seemed a lot like eyebrows drew down. “Do you want me to build up to the important stuff or do you prefer the tear it off like a band aid technique?”

  “This is going to be life changing, isn’t it?” he asked, then wanted to smack himself upside the head. Of course, it’d be life changing. He’d just learned that gargoyles actually existed!

  Maelgwn nodded anyway. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

  “Uh, rip it off, I guess,” Bobby replied.

  Maelgwn nodded again. “Okay. The short of it is this. A gargoyle lives for a couple millennia. We’re all male. We hatch from eggs. We turn to stone during the day and turn flesh and blood at night. Our entire lives, we search for our mate, who is the other half of our soul, designed by Fate herself. You are my mate.”

  Halfway through Maelgwn’s speech, Bobby knew his jaw had dropped. First off, a couple millennia? Really? And they came from eggs? Holy shit! Okay, there was something
else he needed to focus on first. “I’m your mate? How is that possible? I’m human.”

  “And Gus is a rhino shifter. It doesn’t matter. Our mate is not restricted to our species. It doesn’t matter that you’re human. We know our mate on scent, and you’re mine,” he stated earnestly.

  “Wait a minute,” Bobby murmured, waving a hand to stop him. “Gus is a what?”

  “A shifter,” Mealgwn repeated. He grimaced. “Sorry, I shouldn’t muddle things. Yes, shape-shifters are real as well. We’ll discuss that another time. I have more to tell you about gargoyles, first.”

  Bobby nodded and grabbed his pants, suddenly needing to be covered. Maelgwn took his cue from him and wrapped his loincloth back around him. “Come, please,” Maelgwn urged, holding out a hand.

  Taking it, Bobby allowed the massive man to lead him to the couch. After Bobby sat, Maelgwn dropped between his knees, facing him. “You said tell you everything, but there is so much. Some I won’t remember. But the important facts are these.” He swallowed hard and frowned, as if cataloguing his thoughts. Then he looked Bobby in the eye and said, “I have been alive for nearly five centuries.”

  Bobby gasped, shocked, but Maelgwn continued.

  “In that time, I’ve earned the right to lead my own clutch of gargoyles. We live in a massive manor in the forest near Durango, Colorado. As my mate, I need you with me. I can’t move my clutch here, so I need you to go there.”

  “Holy shit,” Bobby muttered. “You want me to up and move after knowing you a couple days?” He shook his head. So many questions. “And what of this bonding thing you spoke of? What the hell is that?”

  His breathing sped up, and spots danced before his eyes.

  “Hey, breathe, sweet mate. Come on, breathe,” Maelgwn pleaded.

  Seconds later, Maelgwn pulled Bobby into his arms, held him tight, and did that funky purring thing again. The airways that seemed to be clamped tight immediately opened, allowing Bobby to suck in a much-needed breath of air.

  Oh, that sounds nice.