Page 13 of Gargoyle Vigilante

He considered his situation. The most stunning man he’d ever seen wanted him, or at the very least, wanted to get it on so they could have babies. A part of him still doubted that any of this was real, butthisguy thought it was.

He’d been dying to relinquish his V-card for ages, and well, what was so bad about getting something good out of his predicament?And if he decided this crazy situation wasn’t for him, he could always figure out how to get away from the muscle hunk later.

Dante pulled back again, favoring Amir with a teasing smile. “Then you like what you see?”

His need still gripped him, had become a raging furnace, the longing and desire its own entity. Reasoning and logic were swiftly evaporating, taking all common sense with them. He squirmed, concerned that he was sweating so much thathe’d dampened his briefs. At this point, whatever was going on with his body, whatever Dante wanted to call it, none of that mattered. He needed Dante inside him, and he fucking needed itnow.

“Um, I…” His voice shook, and his breaths were shallow. “I don’t mind playing around a bit. I mean, we can always discuss details later, right?”

Dante moved in closer, his lips mere inches from Amir’s own.

“Later’s good.”

The moment their lips touched, Amir threw his arms around Dante’s neck. He’d never been kissed, yet instead of being nervous or afraid, he shoved his tongue into Dante’s mouth, tasting him over and over with desperate swipes. It was as if now that he’d decided he wanted Dante to take him, his patience had evaporated.

Dante wasn’t moving fast enough, Amir needed more. More touch, more tasting, more everything. He ground against Dante’s lap, gasping and breaking free of the kiss the moment his ass landed on Dante’s hard as fuck cock. A trickle of fear coursed through him when he thought about the monster in Dante’s pants fitting inside of him.

His underwear became wetter, and his skin felt as though it might spontaneously combust. Every nerve in his body was alive and sparking. He’d worry about jumbo cocks later.

They tore at each other’s clothes, and right as Dante tugged off Amir’s jeans, the small wooden ring box containing the Seal tumbled out of the front pocket.

Amir frantically wiggled out of Dante’s embrace, snatching up the box before Dante could take it. This time, his embarrassment was not the same as before. He felt as if a vise was squeezing his heart. Why couldn’t he have met Dante under different circumstances?

Dante reached for him, and he shrank away. Now, his heart was being crushed. The expression of hurt on Dante’s face gutted him.

Dante drew his eyebrows together. “Are you afraid of me?”

Amir shook his head. “No, of course not. I don’t know why, but I sense you’d do anything to protect me. I can’t help it, though. For the past three years, my uncle has drummed into my head that no matter what, I shouldn’t let the ring fall into the wrong hands.”

“I see.” Dante rubbed his chin. “Then which hands are the right ones?”

Amir was about to answer but his words caught in his throat. Dante had a point. Was he supposed to run forever? How could he ever outwit those demonic killers? And if they got the ring and used it to turn the world to darkness, he’d never forgive himself. But what other options did he have?

“Were you serious about Archangel Michael? As in, therealMichael, assistant to the Big Cheese?”

“You didnotjust call the Divine Spark a Big Cheese.”

Amir was about to apologize profusely, but before he could say anything, Dante was slapping his knee and hooting in laughter to the point that tears were streaming down his cheeks.

He was still regaining his composure, wiping a finger under his eyes as he spoke, “Oh high heavens, that’s the best thing I’ve heard in at least a century.” Dante grinned at him. “I think we’re going to get along fine.”

Amir couldn’t begin to imagine what the long-term might be like, so he decided to focus on the immediate. The fate of the Seal—and if he was being honest—his vicious, unrelenting arousal. He still felt flushed, as if he was sitting next to a blazing fire with a wool sweater on. If he didn’t get some relief soon, he was going to lose it.

Amir inhaled a deep breath.Forgive me, Uncle. I don’t know what else to do.Surely, beefy gargoyles and archangels stood a better chance of keeping the ring safe than him.

“Okay. When Michael gets here, I’ll give him the ring.”

Dante arched his eyebrows. “Seriously? You’ll give it to him, but not me?”

“Oh.” Amir covered his mouth with one hand then glanced down at the ebony box inlaid with multiple tiny jewels that included sapphire, emerald, and topaz that he held in his other. “I didn’t mean that you can’t be trusted. You said that Michael was the one who guarded all the relics, though, right?”

Dante chuckled. “Good one. However, something you need to know about me is that I have a lot of knee-jerk reactions that might come across as a bit harsh. I promise to work on that so I don’t drive you crazy.” Dante tucked a few of Amir’s curls behind one ear. “Giving it to Michael is the right call.”

“You’re not mad at me then?”

He swallowed hard, not sure why Dante’s approval mattered so much, but he couldn’t help himself. His intuition told him this all made sense, even if everything was happening too fast. Dante’s talk of fate and destiny rang true.

Dante brushed his thumb across Amir’s cheek. “Mad at my precious mate? Impossible.”

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