Page 4 of Stone Seduction
“You okay down there?”Asher’s voice filled my head.
I caressed my amulet, the green stone at the end of the silver chain warm.
“You’re awake?”I said via the special mental connection to Asher this amulet provided.
“I’m on the lighthouse roof,”he answered.
I looked up at my home atop the cliff, just able to make out a figure at the top.
Asher waved.
I smiled, waving back, immediately flooded with gooey warmth.
My Asher.
My lover.
My port in the storm.
We were…I wasn’t sure what we were other than lovers right now. But things were blossoming between us quickly. And I couldn’t wait to see where they went.
He was the yellow against the murkiness of reality, the man making my heart race, my body tingling with delicious desire every time he looked at me.
“Come back inside,”he said.“Let me warm you up.”
My sadness over Finn alleviated somewhat. Further time spent in bed with Asher would chase more of those blues away. Yes, they’d still be waiting to drag me back to sorrowful shadows, but for now they could get lost.
I wanted gargoyle cuddles.
“Can’t have you catching a cold,”he added huskily.
My cock responded to his baritone, sparks licking across my skin.
“Okay. I’m coming.”
“What are you doing here?” I heard the crab monster say. “Will you come for tea and?—”
A sickening crunch had me spinning around.
“Pickles!” I yelled in surprise.
The crab lay flat, twitching, pink gore leaking from a fresh wound where its eye had been. Not dead, its body not meltingaway in true death. Only the strength and weapons of a gargoyle made that work.
What the hell?
There was a wet noise, the crab wiggling as if something was being pulled out of it.
Fear crawled across my body, killing off the horny sparks. I backed off, ready to run, curiosity keeping my eyes on the weirdness.
“Hello?” I said, a shiver of fear passing over me.
Great. Draw attention to yourself like some horror movie cannon fodder.
The crab stilled. My scalp prickled, the sense of being watched clenching my guts.
Asher landed beside me, his wings outstretched, his skin pebbling with gray stone, his ridged tail curling up behind him like a scorpion’s.
Thank God.
