Page 32 of Gargoyle Vigilante

Amir bounced, eliciting an even stronger groan from Dante than before. “Okay.” He wiggled out of Dante’s embrace and scrambled off his lap. “Let me grab the lube. Use lots of it so the knob will slide right in.”

Dante rubbed his forehead, startled by how quickly Amir had embraced the idea. At the same time, he’d also noticed what a voracious appetite he’d had for sex over the past several days. Dante’s original concern that he might be pawing at Amir too much was unnecessary.

Amir had already torn off his clothing, placed the lube by a pillow, and was in the process of yanking the covers down. He paused when he reached Dante.

“Could you stand up a sec? I need to get these out of the way.”

He did as his mate asked, amused by how much Amir had shed his inhibitions. Amir next worked on happily stripping away Dante's clothes, and he didn’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t necessary, that they would disappear on their own. He found himself mesmerized by the man he'd fallen in love with—the Nephilim who was made only for him.

Once they were both nude, Amir took a step back and grinned. "Okay... I'm ready."

His voice held an excitement that eased Dante's worry. He brushed the back of his hand across Amir’s cheek then took a step back, giving himself room to complete the transformation.

Dante nodded, inhaling deeply. A tingling built at the base of his spine then moved fluidly through him like a ripple in water. His muscles stretched and bulged, his skin taking on a hard, pebbly texture. The shift took hold, enveloping him down to his bones. Dante’s spine elongated, and his thick, muscular tail emerged. His fingers curled into talons while his teeth sharpened, and his wings sprouted from his back with a snap.

During the transformation, Dante kept his gaze locked with Amir, who watched the process unfold with wide and fascinated eyes. The undertones of fear Dante had half expected to see were absent, replaced instead by intense curiosity. Dante stood before his mate in his full gargoyle form then folded his wings against his back. However, his tail swished from side to side, his cock extending in eager anticipation

Amir stood still, staring up at him in awe. "You're breathtaking," he breathed out in a soft whisper.

Dante’s chest tightened, Amir’s words easing the anxiety that his mate would forever see him as an abhorrent monster, an unholy thing that he’d reject, would run from.

"You’re the one who’s breathtaking, my angel,” he said with a throaty growl.

Amir seemed startled by the sound, but he took a tentative step forward. Dante retracted his claws, extending a hand to Amir, who accepted the gesture. Amir’s fingers were so small and delicate compared to his own massive hand.

"Your skin," Amir whispered, tracing a finger along Dante's hardened forearm. "It's so different, and yet... I find it amazing."

Warmth surged through Dante, his heart melting. His mate’s acceptance of him—allof him—filled him with joy. He might have a tough exterior, but it hid a soft core he wasn’t aware existed until Amir became a part of his life.

Amir tipped back his head, peering up at him through lust-addled eyes. “Touch me, Dante. I want to feel your hands all over my body, feel you everywhere.”

He bent his head and kissed Amir's exposed throat before dragging his rough tongue along the velvety, soft skin. Dante’s senses were heightened, Amir’s flesh tasting like the sweetest candy, his aura pulsing around him in shades of orange and red. He growled as Amir’s heat imprinted against his own cool skin, and his tail flicked in anticipation.

Amir’s pliant body shivered beneath his seeking touch, and Dante scooped him up in his arms, kissing him thoroughly before laying him on the bed. He grabbed the lube and popped open the cap.

“On your side.” With Amir’s more advanced pregnancy, lying on his belly would be too uncomfortable. Amir nodded shakily then did as Dante asked. “Now bend your top leg. That’s it, baby.”

He ran a calloused palm along Amir’s thigh and over the curve of a tempting ass cheek. A low growl resounded in his chest.Too tempting. He clasped his hand around Amir’s slim hip, holding him in place so he could feast on his hole. Oh, he’d use his tail too, would give Amir everything he’d requested, but he couldn’t resist having a taste first.

Dante teased the rim, flicking his forked tongue over the wrinkled opening, utilizing both fleshy points to work him over. Amir gasped and struggled beneath Dante’s grip, moans and whimpers falling from his lips. The ache in his core expanded, filling every part of him with a primal need.

He breached Amir’s hole with one side of his tongue, fucking him with it while still taunting his rim with the other. Amir clutched the pillow, his fingers digging into the fabric, his cries increasing. He’d never tire of tasting Amir, touching, fucking, hearing his desperate pleas for more, smelling his arousal, and giving his beautiful mate the release he craved.

His tail slithered madly, curling around his body, seeking Amir as if it had a mind of its own. He kept tongue-fucking Amir while the end of his tail slowly caressed Amir’s leg, the bulbous knob leading the way. With the spikes safely hidden away, the club-like feature was as pebbled and hard as the rest of Dante’s skin. Every bumpy part of his tail would stimulate and torment Amir’s ass.

But he had other plans first. Dante slipped his tail between Amir’s thighs, undulating the thick appendage around his cock and gently squeezing.

Amir gasped. “Dante!”

Dante removed his tongue from Amir’s ass then purred in his ear, “Too much?”

“N-no,” Amir’s breathing hitched. “Don’t stop.”

“Who am I to deny my angel?”

While his tail worked its magic on Amir’s hard length, Dante reached for the lube. When he penetrated Amir’s ass, he wanted him nice and slick. His hope was that Amir could handle the knob plugging him so Dante could bring them both to a climax with his tail seated in his passage.

Dante breached Amir’s ass with a thick, rough finger, working the slick in his hole and getting him ready to accept the large, bumpy end of his tail. He added two more, stretching and probing while Amir impaled himself on Dante’s fingers.

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