Binding Santos (3 page)

Santos struggled to breathe around the death grip Tyron's ass had on his cock, and he tried to come to terms with what had just happened. He hadn't intended to get the gargoyle off quite that quick. Damn, it was sexy how fucking responsive Tyron was. Once the gargoyle's orgasm had eased, Santos pulled his dick out until just his head remained in that hot, slick passage before slamming back inside.

Bending his knees and planting his heels, he opened Tyron's legs further to allow him to rock in and out of the ass he was quickly becoming addicted to. That thought had him pausing mid stroke, but then Tyron's canines scraped against his nipple, sending a burst of pleasurable pain through his body. The gargoyle latched onto the sensitive bud and sucked, driving everything from Santos's mind except the delirious sensations derived from the body above him.

Stroking swiftly, he kneaded one small ass cheek while bringing his other hand up to the horns decorating the handsome gargoyle's crown. His eyes hooded to half mast, enjoying the glide of his throbbing cock in and out of Tyron's ass, he skimmed his fingers around the base of several horns before ghosting the length of one with his fingertips. Tyron's breath hitched, and he lifted his head to stare at Santos.

The renewed lust in the gargoyle's blue eyes and the flush across Tyron's cheeks and neck amazed Santos. The creature derived so much stimulation from the simplest of touches. As if to back his thoughts, when he took a horn more firmly in his grip, sliding his hand up and down, mimicking what he planned to do to the gargoyle's dick, Tyron let out a harsh cry and started rocking back onto Santos's cock, matching him thrust for thrust. Tyron's hole clenched and released, milking Santos's dick, driving his own desire higher.

Snapping his hips up faster, he released Tyron's ass and gripped the satiny dick rubbing between them. Once again hard and leaking, he jerked the gargoyle's shaft and horn in counterpoint to his thrusts. Seconds later, Tyron growled. Santos watched in awe as the little gargoyle's blue eyes glowed with a ferocity he'd never seen before. Tyron jerked forward and sank his teeth into Santos's neck. A bite that should have been painful flooded his system with pleasure. His balls contracted so fast he couldn't breathe. He snapped his hands to the gargoyle's hips, digging his short claws into the leathery hide as his cock erupted in Tyron's ass, flooding the tight channel with his seed. Through the intense pleasure, he felt Tyron's ass clamp down on his dick, throwing him into waves of aftershocks. His cock shot again and again until Santos felt certain he had no cum left in his balls.

The scrape of a tongue sealing the bite mark on his neck made his body shudder and his softening cock jerk happily, still buried in the gargoyle above him. He let out a shaky sigh and wrapped his arms around the gargoyle's warm body. He smiled at Tyron, who lay panting on his chest.

"Now that would be a great way to wake up every day," he murmured. And the idea didn't scare him quite as much as he was certain it should.
Interesting.

Tyron chuckled and cracked an eye to look at him. "Definitely."

Too bad it couldn't be permanent, Santos thought, not for the first time. But he knew his attention span was far too short to make promises he couldn't keep. Nuzzling his face into Tyron's neck, he murmured, "Do you want to eat and talk? Or stay right here and talk?"

Stay right here forever.
Santos pushed the surprising thought away and focused on Tyron's answer. "Here is fine," Tyron murmured, tightening his ass muscles around the cock still invading his hole. "Mmmm, just fine."

Santos chuckled, flexing his groin, making his shaft shift inside the tight passage holding him. Yeah, he liked it right here too. "What do you want to know about The Dispersal, little one," he murmured, surprising himself with the endearment. In all these years, he couldn't remember calling anyone anything except
pet
, which is how he viewed his fucks. They were his pets for a few hours.

Tyron lifted an amused brow, but didn't comment on the term. "My tribe is searching for descendants of the McDarmund tribe. We've heard they were destroyed by rogue demons during The Dispersal. No offense," he added quickly.

"None taken," Santos whispered, his thoughts drifting back over two hundred and fifty years. He'd been twenty seven when it started, barely out of puberty. "I was very young then, so can't tell you how accurate this information is, but..."

"You were alive during The Dispersal?"

From the tone in the gargoyle's voice, he knew he'd shocked Tyron. "Yes. I've been around a while," he said with a chuckle. "Everything I'm telling you was overheard. I never talked to anyone about gargoyles. I never saw the need," he admitted. It had never occurred to him to question what he'd heard all those years ago.

"The Demon Coalition heard the Huzza of the McDarmund tribe had come across some information very dangerous to demons. Things we can't have other supernatural's knowing," he said, idly tracing the seam where Tyron's lowest horn met his head, just above his temple.

"Like what?" Tyron asked breathlessly, making Santos smile at the affect caressing his horns had on the gargoyle. The idea of whether he was like this with only Santos, or if every lover made him react this way, pushed into his mind, momentarily distracting him. An unfamiliar feeling filled him, making him see red.
Anger? No, jealousy? Couldn't be.

Focusing on Tyron's question, he smiled.
Things like Leeching.
"I can't tell you that, little one. Then your tribe would be in danger of the coalition, and we wouldn't want that." He leaned up and gently brushed his lips over Tyron's, his tongue flicking out for a quick taste before he settled back on the pillow. "I heard the coalition sent emissaries to confront the gargoyle, which somehow ended in the death of two demons. The brother and sister of two council members, their deaths were not taken well. The Demon Coalition decided the entire gargoyle tribe must die for their Huzza's crimes."

He saw the sadness and pain filling his lover's eyes and rubbed his hands over Tyron's shoulders, trying to ease the tension. "Not everyone agreed with their decision," he hurried on to say. "Some demons, which for safety's sake will remain nameless, sent the tribe a warning. The Huzza didn't heed the demon's advice to take his tribe and flee. Although I can't confirm it, I did hear that he sent away most of the hatchlings along with several protectors, but the information of where they were sent or who they were died with the gargoyles. The coalition's assassins were very thorough, and no one in the gargoyle stronghold survived."

Tyron remained silent for several minutes, his gaze fixed on some point to the demon's left. Finally, unable to stand the pain he saw on the sexy gargoyle's face any longer, he cupped the creature's jaw and brought his lips down for a chaste kiss. "I can introduce you to a... psychic of sorts. She has visions of people by touching an object owned by them."

"How will that help us?" Tyron asked softly, his hands lifting to tangle in Santos's thick, black hair.

Santos smiled, the light tugging sending shivers of pleasure across his scalp and down his spine. "Well, all we need to do is find something that belonged to a hatchling of the tribe."

Tyron gave him an amused, disbelieving smile. "And how are we going to do that? That was over two centuries ago."

Chuckling, Santos reached up to caress the gargoyle's horns, loving the shudder than went through the small frame above him. He wrapped his legs around Tyron's and rolled them until he had Tyron under him. He settled comfortably in the vee of the gargoyle's thighs. "Did you forget so quickly," he asked, easing his rapidly hardening dick almost out of Tyron's hole before sliding it back in, the way made slick and warm by his release from such a short time ago.

"What's that?" Tyron panted.

"I'm a detective. I can find anything," Santos whispered into the gargoyle's ear before latching onto the sensitive flesh below Tyron's ear. He sucked hard at the salty, leathery flesh, eager for another taste of the coppery skin he'd enjoyed when he'd had the gargoyle pinned against the window and at his mercy. A dark hickey formed beneath his lips, giving him the flavor he wanted.

"Why?" Tyron gasped. "Why would you do that for me?"

He grinned against the mark he'd made. "Because when I deliver the item, I will claim this sexy ass again," he vowed, already anticipating the act, even while in the midst of this one. Surprise that he'd just planned what could constitute a second date filled him, but it didn't diminish his ardor one bit.

Done talking, Santos slid his hands up the back of Tyron's head, through his short, blond hair, and grabbed a horn tightly in each hand. The gargoyle's body bucked underneath him as he let out a hoarse cry, telling Santos exactly what his harsh grip did to Tyron. He glided his fists up and down the horns and returned his attention back to his feast at Tyron's neck, making the mark even darker.

The ability to speak coherently fled the creature beneath him as Santos continually slammed his dick into Tyron's hole. He could feel it greedily suck him back in with every stroke, squeezing and massaging him. Releasing the gargoyle's horns, he wrapped his arms around Tyron's back and sat up onto his knees, bringing Tyron with him and encouraging the gargoyle to straddle his lap. "Oh, fuck, yeah. Ride my cock, little one. Show me how much you like it buried inside your greedy hole."

"Yes," Tyron groaned out through clenched canines. Santos moved one hand between them and wrapped his fingers around the gargoyle's hard prick. Tyron growled, which Santos thought was the sexiest fucking thing he'd ever heard. Santos tightened his hold, watching as his lover shamelessly fucked himself between the fist on his cock and the dick in his ass.

He watched Tyron's blue eyes begin to glow and his teeth lengthen. Knowing what would come next had excited anticipation coursing through him. Tingles danced up and down his spine, and his balls tightened. Who would have thought getting bitten while fucking would feel so good? But now he couldn't wait for that sensation again. He titled his head, the movement encouraging Tyron, and the gargoyle sank his canines into Santos's neck.

His roar filled the room as exquisite sensations raced through his body. He felt a nearly overwhelming urge to bite Tyron back, to show the gargoyle how good it felt. But he held back, knowing Tyron would mistake that as the completion of a gargoyle mating. And then thought fled as his cock erupted, spewing stream after stream of his seed into Tyron's welcoming channel. He vaguely heard Tyron cry out his name as he came too, the sound making him smile, before he collapsed on the bed. He tucked Tyron in close to his chest and drifted happily off to sleep, satiated beyond his wildest dreams.

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Tyron stared at Santos's sleeping form. He knew it was cowardly to sneak out while the demon slept, but he couldn't stand the thought of Santos waking and telling him to leave. If his ass hadn't clenched almost painfully when he'd pulled on his cargo shorts, not to mention the pleasant aches in all the right places, he'd have been sure this whole experience was a fantastic dream. Never had he been fucked so well and so thoroughly, but that was probably because it was with his mate, right? That's the way it was supposed to be, wasn't it?

After their discussion about The Dispersal and the amazing sex, they'd slept for several hours. Then Santos had made him a delicious dinner of steak, rice, and asparagus. He'd thought it odd fair for a demon, and his curiosity had gotten the better of him, making him question it. Santos had explained that demons technically lived off the emotional energy of humans, which is why most found jobs in public places, they still required nutrients from food as well, just not nearly as much as most creatures. If energy from humans was plentiful, they could go without eating physical food for weeks.

He'd asked about his work as a detective, wondering if it brought Santos into contact with enough humans to remain healthy. Santos had shrugged, telling him sometimes. He'd admitted to also working for the Demon Coalition as a tracker. He'd bring in wanted demons to stand trial, which is why it had been such a simple thing for him to find the demoness that had attacked his clan-member's mate several weeks ago. Santos had silenced any more questions with a deep kiss, which turned into a round of sex, right there on the table. Then Santos had tossed him over his shoulder and carried him back to bed.

Dismissing the memories, Tyron pushed to his feet and glanced at the note he left, making certain it would be easily found on the pillow he'd used. He slipped silently from the bedroom, grabbed his laptop and glasses, and left the condo. He found himself at an elevator. He took it down to the main floor and walked out of an impressive condo building. Pausing, he craned his neck and gazed up at the top floor, wondering if Santos still slept. Releasing a sigh, he rounded a corner of the building, pulled off his already torn shirt, and unfurled his wings. He took to the air, letting the cool morning breezes and floating sensation sooth his nerves.

Twenty minutes later, he landed outside Rostrorod, the clan home of the gargoyles. He waved to a couple gargoyles, mostly keeping his head down since he knew he smelled of sex. Reaching his rooms, he showered quickly and then hurried to the infirmary. He wished he had time to meditate for half an hour. He wanted to clear his mind and settle his emotions, but he was late as it was. He promised himself an hour of meditation tonight to make up for it. Nothing relaxed him faster, and he'd probably need it to keep from hunting his mate down.