7. Garrex

CHAPTER SEVEN

GARREX

I landed hard on the rocky outcropping entrance of the Undercroft, my hold on the witch tightening instinctively to shield her from the impact. Gwen's warmth seeped through my chest, her heart still racing from our narrow escape. I knew I needed to let her go, but my muscles refused to obey the command. I held her close, my face buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her.

Hating the metallic tang of the locket polluting the warm vanilla and parchment slowly imprinting itself on my soul.

The thing felt wrong. I'd been around enough wells in the years since Cecily. I could even sniff out an empty one, provided its resources had been spent recently. The locket was no simple well, but I did not know what it might be.

And Gwen, in all her beautiful, reckless bravery, had snatched it right from under the noses of who knew what enemies.

At last, I forced myself to lower her to the ground. As she slid down my body, I became acutely aware of every point of contact. The softness of her curves. The silky strands of her hair. The slight catch in her breath as she steadied herself.

My hands lingered at her waist, unwilling to break contact completely. I found myself mesmerized by the delicate curve of her neck, the flutter of her pulse visible just beneath her skin. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath, still slightly rapid from our flight.

Mate.

Gwen pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The light of the moon highlighted the faint flush in her cheeks, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine that color came from something else entirely.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. I cleared my throat, trying to focus on anything but the desire to taste her skin.

Gwen frowned, a puzzled look crossing her face. "For what?"

My fingers traced slow circles on her hips. I wanted to commit the feeling of her to memory, to sear this moment in my mind forever. She would learn the truth eventually. They all did. And she would hate me, just like the others.

But until then, I was hers.

"If I haven't told you how breathtakingly gorgeous you look tonight."

Pleasure suffused her features, her blush deepening. I reveled in her reaction. How long had it been since a woman responded like that to my words?

Far too long.

I tightened my hold on her. The temptation to drag my tongue along the shell of her ear, to feel her tremble against me, threatened to overwhelm my better judgment.

Gwen's gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Then, as if she'd read my thoughts, she rose up on her tiptoes, her lips parting ever so slightly.

Mine.

I gave myself over to instinct and dove in, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss. Her hands snaked up my shoulders, nails raking across my skin. A low growl escaped me as I pinned her against the rough stone behind her. Her whimper of pleasure spurred me on, my tongue exploring the sweet depths of her mouth.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. My own hands roved over her curves, her ass, the perfect handfuls of her breasts. The heat of her skin burned through the thin fabric of her dress, her nipples pebbling under my thumbs.

She moaned into my mouth, the sound of her pleasure driving me wild. I needed more. I needed to hear her gasp my name as she writhed beneath me, to bury myself inside her, to mark her as my own.

I pulled back, breathing heavily. I braced one hand against the rock, my forehead pressed against hers. "We should go downstairs."

The strain in my voice betrayed my barely restrained need, and Gwen nodded.

Torches flared in a blur of light as we raced down the stairs. The main chamber's fires burst into life, casting the familiar surroundings in a welcoming glow. Gwen's heels clicked across the stone floor as she spun around, eyes catching mine with a wicked gleam.

I advanced on her slowly, savoring the sight of her flushed and panting.

She was beautiful, standing there in the center of the room. Like she owned the place, the magic inside. Me. The torches cast shadows over her curves. A spark of challenge flickered in her eyes as she tilted her chin up at me.

Daring me to act.

I met her stare with one of my own, my voice low and rumbling. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare."

The feral edge in her voice sent a bolt of arousal straight to my cock.

Need roared through me like an inferno. My lips crashed against hers in a desperate, devouring kiss. My hands grabbed her hips, holding her tightly against me as I let myself drown in her scent, her taste, the intoxicating sounds she made. My cock throbbed, straining against my pants.

I wanted—needed—to devour her whole.

I scooped her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her over to the edge of the large table and deposited her there, my lips never leaving hers. The locket skittered over the wood, forgotten in light of more important pleasures.

Gwen arched toward me, her eager hands mapping the contours of my body. Over the crags on my chest. Down my sides. Her fingertips grazed the bulge in my pants, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

"Holy fuck," she breathed. She pressed her hands against the outline of my cock and squeezed. "How the hell are you going to fit?"

I groaned, thrusting into her touch. "Leave that worry to me."

The sensation of her hands on me was almost too much to bear. I pulled away from her, dropping to my knees and nudging her legs apart. I kissed my way up her thighs, bunching the fabric of her dress around her hips.

As the material slipped up, her scent hit me—hot, sweet, and so damn perfect. My mouth watered as I hooked her undergarments aside, exposing her glistening folds to the firelight.

Gwen's breath caught as I leaned forward and blew a breath of cool air over her exposed, aching flesh.

"Please," she begged.

Yes.

I slid a finger into her, loving the way she gasped and clenched around me. My thumb teased her clit as I worked her slowly, her cries bouncing off the chamber walls. I could feel her need building, her entire body tensing in anticipation.

I added another finger, stretching her. Stoking her passion to fever pitch.

"Oh, my—" she moaned, writhing under my touch. "Garrex..."

It was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard, and I wanted more. I leaned in and tasted her, my tongue flicking over her swollen clit. She bucked her hips, pressing herself against me.

I drew the little bundle into my mouth and sucked. Gwen cried out, her fingers gripping my hair as she rode my mouth. Her walls fluttered around my fingers, her climax nearing. I curled my fingers, hitting that spot deep inside her as I continued my assault on her clit.

The first ripples of her orgasm exploded through her. Gwen threw her head back and screamed as her delicious cunt clenched around my fingers, her juices flowing onto my tongue. I licked and sucked, drawing out her pleasure, letting the echo of her screams vibrate through me.

Readying her for me.

GWEN

As the last waves of my release ebbed away, Garrex stood and claimed my lips in a bruising kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, a faint hint of musk and salt. It only fueled my desire for him, the raw primal need to be filled, to have this powerful being claim me as his.

His fingers fumbled with his belt, but I slapped my hands away and took over. With my eyes locked on his, I undid his pants and reached inside. The first brush of my fingertips against his rock-hard erection pulled a groan from his chest.

"You're stone here, too," I breathed.

I wrapped my fingers around his girth and stroked. He was thick and cool, perfectly carved like the rest of him. My hand barely reached around him. My stomach fluttered with anticipation at the thought of him. Licking me. Fucking me.

Garrex gripped the edge of the table, his nostrils flaring as I worked his shaft. He jerked forward, his hips involuntarily thrusting against my palm. Every moan and shudder fed my lust. I was so ready for him, my pussy slick and dripping.

His mouth found mine as he stepped closer, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance.

I was dizzy with need, my breath coming in quick gasps. And still, still, he teased. Little thrusts, circling his head around my opening, sliding the length of his cock against my aching core.

"Fuck me, guardian," I demanded, my words scorching my tongue. "I want my sworn shield deep inside me when I come again."

He snarled and tore my panties from my body. His hands gripped my hips hard as he yanked me to the edge of the table and pressed his thick, cool cock at my entrance.

My eyes widened at the pressure. My mouth fell open at the sheer, aching stretch. An inch, then two, the cold a shock against my molten core. I clawed at his back, my breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as he pulled back, then slid forward again. More, deeper, the exquisite pain and pleasure and lingering chill nearly overwhelming.

He worked me open, each stroke a bit easier, a little fuller. I couldn't help the mewling sounds escaping my lips, the moans as he rubbed my clit with each thrust. And still, he drove into me, impossibly big, impossibly hard.

"You're so tight, little witch," he groaned as his cock bottomed out inside me. "So wet and hot and fucking perfect."

I trembled beneath him, stretched and stuffed. I rolled my hips, and he answered with a deep, punishing thrust. He ripped my dress down the center, his hand cupping my breast as he fucked into me.

My vision blurred. I was lost, consumed by the sensations of his lips, his hands, his cock filling me, breaking me, claiming me. I was unraveling, falling apart as he stitched me back together, rewriting my very existence with each relentless stroke and second spent together.

"These hips. These breasts." He leaned down, dragging his tongue across my nipple. I shivered at the contrast of his cold stone against my overheated flesh. "You have no idea the power you hold over me."

"What about you?" I asked huskily. My palms ran up his bulging arms and over his shoulders. The tips of his wings peeked over the edge, and I wrapped a hand around one pointing tip.

A shudder ran through Garrex and he stiffened, his cock twitching inside me.

I stroked a palm down a thick seam of his wing, loving the groan that rattled deep in his throat. "Do you like that? Are your wings sensitive?"

His hands flexed, and he dropped his head back with a snarl. "Yes."

I reached around and stroked another line of his wing. He growled as I touched him, his movements becoming wild and erratic. I relished the sight of his loss of control. His hand fisted in my hair, his grip rough as he dragged my mouth to his in a heated kiss.

My hips rocked of their own accord, my body responding to his every movement. The head of his cock hit that spot deep within me, sending waves of pleasure rolling through my core. I was close. So close.

"That's it, witch," he growled. "Come for me. Let me feel that perfect cunt squeeze my cock. Let me feel your body reward me for this pleasure."

His filthy words pushed me over the edge. I arched my back, my eyes screwed shut as wave after wave of white-hot bliss washed over me. My walls contracted, pulsing around his hard length as he continued to pound into me, his breath ragged.

Garrex's movements grew faster, more erratic. He buried his face in my neck, teeth nipping my skin. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me, harder, deeper, until with a roar he slammed home and emptied himself inside me.

I clung to him, breathless and quivering as we rode out the aftershocks of our shared pleasure. My fingers traced lazy patterns along his arms, and I smiled at the way the impossible stone of his muscles twitched in response.

Eventually, Garrex pulled away, his cock slipping from me. He lifted me gently from the table and held me in his arms as he sat on the edge, cradling me in his lap. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

"That was..." I trailed off, unsure of how to put the experience into words.

Amazing. Soul-shattering. Life-affirming.

He'd changed my life. Rescued it, then changed it. Taken me from bored shopgirl and given me lifelong mysteries to unravel.

I had powers. A mission.

A sworn shield with a cock I couldn't wait to have in me again.

I smiled. "Magical."

"Magical, little witch." Garrex chuckled, the low rumble vibrating through my core. "You're fucking magic."