The Warder's Gryphon
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Viola Grace
Word Count :23000
Publication Date :2011-06-19
Series : Warders#5
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-167-4
Timmon has been sent by the Warder’s to find their missing cousin. After a few weeks of watching this extraordinary woman, he decides that she is the one for him. The problem is that he has been watching her in a non-human form. Now he needs to get onto her radar. That can mean only one thing. Moving in next door. You have never seen a house-warming this hot.
With a sigh, he reached under one of the pillows and drew out the stuffed gryphon. “Yes, I was your cat. It seemed the best way to keep an eye on you in the evenings.”
Her mind ran through all of her moments with the cat, the cat in her lap. Watching her shower, and his own dips in the cold pond. They always coincided with…oh god. “So, all those times that you jumped in the pond…”
“It was to keep from shifting shape and taking you right there. You were magnificent in your passions, and I wanted desperately to join you in your bed.” His lips skated over her flaming cheeks and he lapped at the pool of flushed skin at the base of her throat.
“So you watched me…” She couldn’t find the words, and his hands had now joined the effort to distract her.
“Yes, I watched your clever fingers circling your clit, like this.” He set words into action and she shivered at the light touch. Exactly what would drive her high and fast.
“And I watched you take two more fingers and slide them into your passage, like this.” She arched back as his thicker fingers teased her more than her own ever had.
With his two hands at work and his purring moving in time to his hands, her own breathless moans and sighs joined the symphony and in moments she was gasping, shivering and thrusting her hips against his hands.
His hands withdrew and he took their place between her thighs, licking up the juice from her orgasm and soothing her clit from the relentless pressure that he had put on it. His long and slow strokes with his sandpaper tongue were quickly rebuilding the flames in her body. Every inch of skin craved his touch and only that one center was receiving it.
Her fingers fisted in his hair and tugged his head up, “Timmon, if you don’t fuck me now, I am going to scream so hard that the roof will collapse.”
His dark and lust-filled eyes focussed on her and he smiled again. Moving far to slowly for her peace of mind, the blunt head of his cock began to press for entrance. Relaxing the muscles that only wanted to grip him tight took most of her self-control, but she managed it until he was fully imbedded in her wet heat.
Then he stopped. He didn’t move one inch. She waited for him to move, to do something.
“Listen mister, either you get your tight ass in gear, or I am gonna wiggle out of here and find my way down the mountain.”
“You said you wanted me inside you.” He was smug, but sweat dripped from his brow, the sign of his effort to hold himself still in her tight embrace.
“No, I said I wanted you to fuck me. This is just parking.” Her internal muscles fluttered around him, once, twice, and then she settled into a rhythm that had his eyes closing and a lot more sweat pouring off of his head and body.