“You smellincredible,” she says, voice thick with want. I’m going to come before she even touches me at this rate. But God, I need her to touch me. I’m going to die if she doesn’t.
“Please,” I whine beneath her, thrusting up again.
Seraphine lifts her gaze lazily from my cunt, back up to my face, grin evaporating.
“I’m going to release your hands,” she says, and my elation is squashed almost immediately as she follows with a secondcommand. “And you will grip the edge of the sink basin behind you until I tell you otherwise.”
“But—”
“Yes?” Her tone doesn’t suggest she wants to know my complaint, so I swallow it, nodding instead. When Seraphine lets go of my wrists, I grip the sink edge above me with a loud slap that reverberates through the basin.
“Good,” she purrs, rising to press a gentle kiss to my lips. I return it, pulling her back to me by deepening it, tilting up to press my tongue against hers. Her fangs press against my bottom lip, careful, then less so as she answers the kiss, meets my need with as much hunger as I hoped for. Then, sparks flash behind my eyes asfinallySeraphine slides a finger into my slick folds. I moan into her mouth, hands clutching the sink so tight I’m sure I’ll break it. She purrs again, flicking lazy circles around my clit before finally pressing lightly on the hood. More sparks, brighter, building.
“I know about you.” Seraphine breaks our kiss, holding my gaze as she plunges one questing finger inside of me. I clench around her immediately, desperate for more. I don’t look away, drowning her dark eyes, sweating hands scrambling for purchase on the ice-cold sink basin. “I had my assistant ask around as to how a human ended up selling homes to monsters.”
“You’re not a monster.” It’s all I manage as her second finger enters me, thumb now working my clit in earnest.
“I have claws, teeth, wings,ma belle.” But she is beautiful in her deadliness, a weapon made to stun and awe on its bloody downward swing. “Is that not monstrous?”
“Wonderful.” Liquid heat slides through me, relaxing my grip on the sink, slithering down through me where it pools around Seraphine’s fingers.
“You were not always so enamored,” she continues as if I hadn’t spoken, a third finger stretching me deliciously. “What changed your mind?”
“You.” I don’t hesitate, opening my eyes enough to meet hers as I answer. “Immediately it was you.”
Seraphine’s clawed wings snap wide, gripping the counter around us and cocooning me in her musky, floral scent. She dips her graceful neck down to my cunt, huffing again, her breath twisting me tighter as her mouth descends on my clit. Fingers still working me inside, her tongue laps through my folds, a soft hum vibrating it over my clit. Sweat slides down my spine, suctioning me to the no-longer cold counter, hands sliding along the sink edge.
“Hello?” A familiar voice floats above the heated air between us. But although I snap my eyes open and twist my head in its direction, Seraphine is in no rush, widening her attentions to include the gentle graze of her fangs against my cunt.
“Ah, I see you couldn’t wait. Well, let me know when you’re ready,chérie.”
With a wet pop, Seraphine lifts her mouth from me, pausing her blissful attentions. She wipes a sloppy hand over her mouth like she’s a feasting medieval king back from battle, wings releasing from the counter. I start to sit up, but she fixes me with an imperious look. “Did I say you could let go?”
My hands slap back against the sink of their own will.
Standing easily from the counter, Seraphine turns to our visitor. An older woman with startlingly pale skin and a puffy cloud of grey wispy hair is standing in the entry. She’s wearing a flowing caftan, the same color as the night sky, patterned in winking stars. Her delicate shoulders peek through gaps in the Grecian-like draping, and when she reaches to hug Seraphine, tinkling silver sounds from both wrists.
“I’ll spare you the niceties,” the woman says in that infuriatingly familiar voice. “Since you’ve already worked her up to what I imagine is a quite painful point to be left waiting.”
“She will wait,” Seraphine says, looping an easy arm around the woman’s waist. But before jealousy can sink its teeth in me, she turns so they both are gazing down on me, slick and glistening, bare on the counter. “Look at how beautiful, how good, she does.” The gargoyle’s praise keeps me pinned, banishes any embarrassment I should have. Instead, I let my knee drop wider, giving the women a full view of my ready cunt.
“Oh yes, very nice,” the other woman agrees cheerily, nodding as if Seraphine is showing her a tea set and not her half-fucked partner. “But you know I have other appointments this evening, darling.” She gestures toward the spectacular view behind them.
“Um, excuse me?” I find my voice, huskier than I expected and far less demanding than I probably should be. “What are we doing?”
“You may let go,ma belle.” Seraphine releases the other woman and comes around to help me sit, letting me slump against her solid form. “Meghna and I have something very special prepared for you.”
“Meghna?” My jaw drops in shock, mortification creeping in at the edges of my vision. I just flopped open my pussy to aclient. I stiffen, rigid in Seraphine’s arms. She rubs a soothing hand down my arm, but I flinch away, shifting my dress down my legs and standing on wobbly legs.
“This wasn’t how I thought we’d finally meet.” I hold out a trembling hand.
Meghna gives me a warm smile, opening her draped arms and enveloping me in a hug that smells like rain on the sidewalk. Where Seraphine is all heat and steel, Meghna is a gentle steam soothing my muscles. “I did warn you our Seraphine has a wayof taking over the situation.” She boops the tip of my nose with a wink.
Our Seraphine. I look between the gargoyle and her friend, an unasked question clear on my face.
“Oh, see, I worried we may have overwhelmed you—” Meghna starts to explain in her reedy way, but Seraphine cuts her off.
“Don’t condescend Anya because she’s human,” the gargoyle sniffs. “She gets it.”