Brynna moved her legs so they were wrapped around his waist. She gripped him behind his head, pulling him down so they were chest to chest. He angled his dick so he was hitting her clit with each thrust. “Fuck, Travis. Holy… that… Yeah, that’s…” Brynna’s breathing was raspy, and her nails were digging into his back. If she happened to lose control and let her claws out, he was going to have some serious marks. Her fangs dropped, and that was all it took to find his nut. Travis pumped harder, and Brynna sank her teeth into the muscle between his neck and shoulder.
The sting lasted a second before euphoria replaced any pain Travis felt. His orgasm intensified as he pumped his seed into Brynna’s tight heat. In that moment, he wished he had fangs of his own so she could experience the same close-to-blacking-out bliss. Brynna licked over the spot where she bit him before flopping backward. Her eyes were wide, searching his. He couldn’t help but grin. Travis had never done drugs, but this had to be what being high felt like. When she grinned back, he leaned forward and pressed soft kisses to her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, then her lips again.
“Wow,” he whispered. “Can you bite me every time we have sex? Because that was something else.”
Brynna laughed, snaking her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. “Whatever you want.”
Travis eased his spent dick from her and rolled to his back, taking Brynna with him so that she was lying half on top of him. Brynna set her chin on her fist resting against his chest. He pushed a strand of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“What I want is to do that again and again. Do you think Marcie would be opposed to bringing our food to us so we never have to leave the bed?”
Brynna frowned. “No way. I don’t want her seeing you naked. Even if we’re covered with the sheet, I don’t want her anywhere near you when you don’t have clothes on.”
“Ooh, I like jealous Brynna,” Travis joked. He cupped her cheek, tugging his thumb gently over her smooth skin.
“Yeah, you say that now, but just wait until the first woman looks at you the wrong way and I go all shieldmaiden on her ass. I should go ahead and add you to my bank account so you’ll have bail money.”
“I have my own money.”
“And now you have mine. So, unless you plan on wiping out your savings account keeping me out of jail, you shouldn’t argue. It’s as good as done. Once I bit you, we became ‘us,’ and everything I own is yours. Oh! That means Molly’s mine now too.” Brynna’s eyes lit up, and Travis laughed at her. He didn’t need or want her fortune to be happy, but he’d gladly share his beloved pup with her.
“She’s been yours since the first time you saw her. I just hope by the time we get back to New Atlanta she hasn’t decided she loves Connor and Amelia more.”
“Nah. She has plenty of love to go around.” Brynna ghosted her fingers across his chest, and she licked her lips. Moving the fist she was leaning on, she kissed the skin where she’d been resting, and Travis’s dick twitched. Brynna kissed and licked her way down his stomach, turning so she was facing away from him. They were both sticky from sex, but apparently, she didn’t care. Brynna licked his half-hard dick, bringing it to fully aroused. When she took him in her mouth, he groaned.
Travis grabbed her right leg and pulled it so she was straddling his body, putting her wet pussy where he wanted. He’d tasted his release on other lovers’ lips after blowjobs, but he’d never eaten someone out after having blown his load in them. But this was Brynna. His mate. Their combined release was evidence of joining their lives in what was as good as a human wedding. He had given himself to her freely. Thoughts of things like bank accounts and weddings and last names flitted through his mind momentarily until he got a taste of her. Travis focused on making her come, which was hard to do with her talented mouth sucking his cock like it was her favorite thing in the world.
After mutual orgasms, Travis crawled on top of Brynna and made love to her. Their first round of sex had been quick and rough. He made sure the second was slower yet not any less passionate. He wanted to show Brynna with his body how much he cared for her. It was too soon to say he loved her, but they had all the time in the world for that. Now that he was a Gargoyle mate, his life would be extended, and he would forever appear to be twenty-seven. He was good with that.
Instead of asking Marcie to bring them food, Brynna called her friend and asked that she fix two plates and leave them in the kitchen for later. They showered together where Travis took her against the tile wall. Her mate was stronger than he looked. After bathing one another, they dried each other, kissing and touching. Brynna tossed on some clothes to go after their food, and Travis changed the sheets. Yes, they were going to mess the clean ones up, but the ones he removed were in serious need of washing.
Brynna returned from the kitchen with a tray containing two covered plates as well as a six-pack of beer. “I started to grab a bottle of champagne, but I know you don’t care for it, so I thought we’d celebrate with this instead.”
Travis wasn’t a big drinker because of his health issues, but he’d found he could tolerate a few bottles of cider. He enjoyed the sweetness in moderation, and Brynna liked the taste well enough to drink it with him. His woman – his female – could drink him under the table, but that wasn’t saying much. She was a Gargoyle, and therefore she had a high tolerance for alcohol.
They sat cross-legged on the bed, facing each other. When she removed the covers, he was pleasantly surprised to see one of his favorite meals – fried chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes. “Did you tell Marcie to cook this?”
“I might have sent her the recipe and mentioned it was your favorite.”
“Thank you. For everything. I promise I’m going to be the best mate to you. I’m probably not what you would have chosen for yourself, but I figure if the fates chose me, they had a reason.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Trav. In my eyes, you’re perfect. And can I just say you’re different than I expected in bed? Who knew my shy mate would be a wildcat?” Travis was never happier to have met his college lover than in that moment.
“Maybe you just bring out the animal in me?”
“Well, whatever the reason, I’m glad.” Brynna sighed, smiling at him. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment, and I’m happy I get to share my life with my best friend. You really are perfect for me.” She raised her bottle. “Here’s to us,” she said, tapping it against his cider. “Skål!” Travis repeated the Norse toast and took a sip of the sweet alcohol.
“Now that the house is yours as well as mine, tell me what you think. Should we remodel so we can keep it and live here part-time? I know you don’t want to leave Trevor or your job. If you want to live in the States year-round, I’m good with that too.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to be my Sugar Momma?” Travis winked.
Brynna rolled her eyes. “Well I am older, so I guess the label works.”
Travis laughed and shook his head. “I think it’s more up to you and what you want. This is your family home.”
“You’re my family now. I don’t want to sell the house; I know that, but I also think this place is too big for just the two of us, so maybe we should turn it into a hotel and build a house closer to where B and Uri are going to be.”