18. Barnaby

Chapter eighteen

Barnaby

She’s letting me hold her. Maisie has gone limp in my arms as I clutch her close, fear and adrenaline still coursing through my veins from the werewolf’s attack.

I thought I might lose her. I thought he would get past me and then wrap those fangs around her throat the way he did my arm. The rage is still there, bubbling just under the surface, and until it goes away... the monster, my true form, will remain.

My senses are much keener now, though, and eventually the scent of Maisie’s fear ebbs. Her heartbeat slows, and she relaxes against me.

“Barnaby.” Her hands curl tighter around my back. “You saved me.”

“Of course I did.” My tongue sticks in my mouth before I can say the other part, that I would do anything to save her, because I love her.

“Thank you,” she says quietly .

Eventually, I release her and help her back to her feet. Maisie stares up at me, awe still painting her face.

“Wow. You’re super tall.” Her eyes travel down my broad chest, over the defined muscles of my abdomen, to...

When she reaches my groin, her eyes grow huge. “Whoa.”

I follow her gaze downward and find that unfortunately, thanks to her rather close proximity just now, my cock is starting to swell and thicken. It’s still hanging down, but not for long.

“Sorry.” I glance around for the remnants of my clothes, but they’re in shreds all over the forest floor. Instead, I try to cover it with my hand, but it’s too big.

“I-it’s okay.” Maisie swallows hard, her eyes not leaving my crotch. Finally, she seems to realize what she’s doing and jerks her head up. “Sheesh, I’m sorry. I’m ogling you.”

I cock my head. “Ogling?”

She flushes, and her heart rate speeds up again. I can hear it pattering fast in her chest. “You know. Admiring your junk.”

“ Admiring ?” Now I’m all types of perplexed. “It’s ugly. And... disgusting.”

At this, Maisie’s brows furrow. “What? It’s not ugly.” She grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away defiantly. I allow her to do it. “I think it’s cute.”

I gape, unable to even ask for clarification. She thinks my true form’s cock is cute ?

“I mean,” she adds, stumbling over herself. “It’s too big to be cute. It’s, um, cool? It’s neat. I mean, I like it.” She reaches up to cover her face with her hands, hiding herself from me.

She likes it.

She actually likes it.

“You’re saying this to placate me,” I say, backing away. “You don’t need to, though. I know this form is horrifying.”

Maisie frowns at me, and it’s a rather judgmental frown.

“No, it’s not.” She surveys me, from my horns all the way down to my clawed toes. “You’re pretty cool like this. Plus, you absolutely kicked that werewolf’s ass. It was hot.”

That word again. A rush of pleasure shoots through me. She really doesn’t mind seeing me like this? Despite the rumors about vampires, I’ve seen myself in the mirror. I know that I look like death and the devil and a bat all stewed together.

But she saw my cock. She said it was nice. Her cheeks heated, as if she was shy to admit it.

Now I’m well and truly hard.

“Barnaby...” Maisie’s eyes have traveled downward again. “Is this turning you on?” Instead of backing away, as I expect, she takes a step toward me.

I freeze in place because I can’t hide it. “Yes. I’m always turned on by you. Especially when you look down there.”

Her eyes snap up to mine. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I reach out and push one of her wild curls back from her face. “You can look at me as long as you like.”

“Could I touch you?”

That’s the very last thing I expected her to ask. I raise an eyebrow.

“You want to touch that ?” My cock lifts its head even higher and now it’s beginning to extend toward her, searching for that promised touch.

Maisie nods, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight. When I give her a brief, disbelieving nod, she takes a step closer. She peers down at my cock, which is the same white as the rest of my skin. Her small hand reaches out and wraps around it, and the sensation of her warm flesh against my cold skin almost undoes me instantly.

“Maisie,” I groan as she tightens her grip. I buckle forward, overwhelmed by it.

“Does it hurt?” she asks, worried.

“No, no.” I let out a sharp breath. “The opposite.”

She grins, and her first hand is joined by her second one. I know the werewolf passed out nearby could wake up at any time, but I don’t want to stop her, not when she begins to stroke the length of me, from the thick root to the swollen tip.

Then Maisie kneels in the pine needles, and to my absolute shock and incredible awe, she opens her mouth and circles me with her lips.

I’m stunned and disbelieving as she takes as much of me in as she can on her first try. She giggles against my cock as she sucks on it, stroking her hands in time with her lips. I nearly topple forward, and I brace my hands on my thighs just so I don’t crush her.

“Maisie,” I moan, unconsciously tangling my claws in her hair. I try to move away after realizing I’ve touched her with my huge, clawed hand, but she leans into me instead. Her mouth pumps faster, and I’m so close to the edge already that I don’t know if I can hold on without sliding off the cliff.

“Wait.” I touch her cheek, and Maisie pauses, looking up at me. I’ll never get tired of how beautiful she looks with her lips spread wide open, her cheeks hollowed out. “I’m going to finish if you keep going. Right here, in the woods.” I glance around us.

She blinks those beautiful hazel eyes and gently removes my cock from her mouth. After licking her lips she says, “Would you rather finish inside me?”

The bottom drops out of my stomach. She can’t be saying what I think she’s saying.

“Inside... you?” I echo, not sure I heard her right.

Maisie peers down at my cock, and then back up at me. “But not if you’re uncomfortable with it.” She offers me a tentative smile.

Uncomfortable? With the idea of burying myself in my perfect little human woman?

I snatch her up off the ground in one swoop, and she squeaks as I settle her in the cradle of my arms. I glare down at her.

“I am not going to have you here in the pine needles,” I snarl. “We are going home.”

Maisie clings to my neck, but her eyes are shining. “Okay. Take me home, then.”

I spread my wings out behind me, beat them against the air, and shoot off into the night sky.

Maisie

Flying is really, really cool. Nobody has any idea just how cool it is because, well, most people can’t just spread their wings and fly .

But my guy can.

I hold tight to Barnaby as trees rush beneath us, not because I’m afraid he’ll drop me, but because I’m afraid I might float out of his arms. His wings beat again and again, a steady, rhythmic sound as he carries us toward the mansion.

I can’t believe what we’re about to do. I rub my thighs together because I’m already wet between the legs. As if Barnaby can smell it, his lip quirks. It’s strange, and strangely lovely, to see his true form’s face. It still reminds me of my vampire in his human form, just changed. Different.

Good different. Hot different.

And I clearly blew his mind when I sucked his dick. I wonder what other ways I can blow his mind.

The mansion comes into view and Barnaby swoops down, making a straight line for the front door. He doesn’t release me as he wiggles the knob open with his clawed hand, then bends his neck to squeeze inside the doorframe.

Oh, boy. He’s really big. I hope this actually works .

Still carrying me bridal-style, Barnaby rushes up the steps of the house and ducks into one of the guest rooms. I still haven’t seen his coffin yet, but I hope I do someday.

Though he sets me down gently on the bed, all the muscles in Barnaby’s body are coiled tight and his cock still lurks at half-mast. I sit up on my knees, watching him as I pull my shirt over my head and toss it away. Barnaby’s long, black tongue darts out to lick his lips as I unhook my bra, too.

I want him to know just how beautiful he is in any form. How much I want him, no matter what he looks like. The horns and wings and enormous cock are a bonus, though.

I make quick work of my corduroys and underwear, throwing them onto the floor with the rest of it. When I’m naked at last, I gesture for Barnaby to come closer. I don’t even think he realizes he’s been gently stroking his cock while he watches me, and now it’s thick, swollen, and alert for me.

“Maisie.” My name comes out of his mouth in a hoarse, growling whisper. “Do you know what you ask for?”

Instead of answering, I spread my thighs on the bed and reach down between my legs. Barnaby gasps as I run my finger down over my clit, touching it while I stare at him. He takes a step closer, then another one, each thump! of his heavy, clawed feet on the floor making me wetter and more excited for what’s to come. I move my fingers faster, then raise my other hand to touch my nipple .

Barnaby groans and presses a huge knee down onto the bed next to me. I quicken my pace, rolling over my clit again and again while he pants over me.

“I didn’t think it could be any bigger,” I say between labored breaths as I watch him stroke himself, “but I was wrong.”

It does not seem to amuse him. If anything, Barnaby shrinks back, and his hand slows down.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He fixes me with that glowing stare. “I will never hurt you.”

“Then I guess you’d better get me good and ready.” I dip two fingers inside myself, and Barnaby’s breaths speed up as his eyes dart down between my legs. “Before you fuck me.”

A low, rumbling growl slips out of his mouth. He grabs my hand and pulls it away, bringing my fingers up to his lips. He licks me and groans at the taste.

Before I can blink, Barnaby is on his knees, shoving my thighs apart. He buries his mouth in my pussy, and he’s never eaten me out like this before, not ever. His incredibly long tongue attacks my clit, spinning me up into a raging-hot inferno before ducking down lower, where he presses it inside me. It’s large and thick, and I wriggle as he fucks it in and out of me.

“Barnaby!” I reach down to grab his hair like I usually do, but my hands find his massive horns there instead. Gripping them tight, I gyrate my hips against his face as he torments me with his tongue. Before I know it, my entire body is shaking, and then I’m drowning in my bliss .

Claws grip the flesh of my ass as I climax, and I scream out Barnaby’s name. He keeps frantically licking me as I cool down until I’m writhing and whimpering. When he rises above me again, Barnaby grabs his giant cock and strokes it once, hard, earning droplets of cum at the tip.

“Please,” I whine, curling my toes around his hips to draw him in. Barnaby sucks in a breath, and those glowing eyes are hooded.

“Tell me to stop if it doesn’t fit,” he says in a somber tone, and I nod quickly.

“Go slow.”

He kisses my forehead, but before he can pull away, I take him by the cheeks and pull him down toward me. Then I plant my mouth on his, even though the shape is strange, making sure he knows just how fucking hot he is—just how much I want him.

Barnaby gasps in surprise, then after a moment to collect himself, begins kissing me back in earnest. But instead of pushing me to the bed, as I’d hoped, he pulls away and sits down against the headboard, spreading his odd legs out in front of him. His cock stands up straight, his rather copious balls hanging beneath it.

“This way,” Barnaby says, his voice barely more than a whisper, “you can take me how you want.”

I shiver all over. It makes sense, actually, and it’s incredible that this massive monster is ready for me to take him .

I nod rapidly and climb up, straddling his waist with my knees. His cock juts up between us, leaking for me, hungry for me. I sit high so I’m now raised above him, and slowly guide him between my legs. That veined cock throbs in my hand as I rub against it, letting his head stimulate me, circling my hips to grind us together. Barnaby clenches the comforter with his claws.

Slipping my hand underneath his, I lift it and settle it on my waist so he’s holding me instead.

I lean forward and position the massive, sloped head of his cock right at the juncture of my thighs, where I’m warm and wet for him.

“Hold me,” I tell him, memorizing the planes of his strange, beautiful face, committing the horns and the wings folded behind him to memory.

Nodding obediently, Barnaby leaves one clawed hand on my hip, raising the other to my breast. He surrounds it, brushing his claw over the nipple, and I feel myself clenching right where I want him.

With a deep breath, I sink down onto him.