Page 8 of Stone Seduction
Luke Garland. The human who?—
No. I couldn’t gothere. Not now, not with the secret I carried. Scratch that.
Shit. We were so close to being more than bedfellows, on the cusp of something beautiful. He’d called me his yellow, we’d had some amazing sex, got the ball rolling on?—
“What’s wrong?” he asked me.
Gods, his soft voice carried such rich sweetness.
Tell him about Finn,my conscience pressed.
“Nothing. I’m just relieved you’re safe again.” I snapped my rose quartz bracelet, drifting into thought.
How did you tell the man you were falling for that he’d stolen his brother’s gargoyle protection, doomed him to become a terror, and that the potion he took also messed with his memories?
Every time I checked him with my second vision, a gargoyle tool to make sure humans were dosed up, I saw that extra layer of green light peeking through.
Finn’s protection.
Luke shuffled to the edge of the sofa, his hands cupping my face. “You’re not okay.”
I closed my eyes against the warmth of his touch. His pulse thrummed against my cheeks, my resolve melting. The truth bubbled to the surface, my soul rejecting this dirty lie.
I’m gonna tell him,I almost convinced myself.
Only, Seth had told me about Luke summoning a tidal wave after he’d stolen a monster’s power at Crab Cove. An infuriated Luke, a version of him I’d seen for myself.
There was a darkness inside my mark that might explode if he discovered the truth about Finn.
Traitor.
Fucking piece of shit.
Lying went against my nature, this one sitting there like spoiled meat.
Bollocks.
But what choice did I have? What if Luke went crazy and annihilated the town or something? It was a strong possibility, even if it hurt to think of him as anything short of wonderful.
Luke moved, lifting my head up. His face closed in on mine, planting a kiss on my willing lips.
Tiny sparks danced between us, my senses attuned to the joys of him. His cinnamon-orange scent, the wetness of his lips, the feel of him on me, the gentle moan passing from his mouth to mine.
I want you so, so much…
We lost ourselves to the kiss, our flesh melding, our lips the perfect fit. My hands slid up his thighs, bumping the bulge between his legs.
He giggled with a jolt, breaking the kiss. “Oh…”
I licked my lips, hungry for every inch of him.
He caught me staring at the solid temptation.
“Go for it,” he purred, sliding his hand into his PJ bottoms. He moaned as he played with himself, gnawing seductively on his bottom lip.
“Naughty human,” I returned, rock hard myself. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Yes…” he cooed.
