Page 3 of Stolen By the Gargoyle
He was thick, thicker than any man–or creature–I’d ever met before. His body was easily seven feet tall, from what I could tellin our positions. A wide chest that looked like it was carved from gray marble. Underneath the grayish color, there was the hint of a dark purple tint. He appeared to be chipped from a block of ice, seeming solid and strong but somehow warm beneath me at the same time. While his skin was smooth it still felt like rock and somehow, in the same breath, like… abody.
His entire being felt like a conundrum. My fingers itched to touch and explore, but I knew if I reached out, that would invite more and give mixed signals, and I didn’t want to confuse the gargoyle even more than he already appeared to be.
What I needed was space.
My palms came down on a solid surface in front of me. Too late I realized they were his thighs, and they were thick. Body builder, mountain man thick.
I scrambled back, embarrassed by the noises coming out of me as I tripped over his knees and fell against the nest of soft pillows and blankets. I floundered with no dignity, coming up for air and crawling away from him like a crab.
I let in a breath, all too aware of my naked lower region, slick and wet with evidence of what he’d done to me–what I’d gladly allowed. But I didn’t want to think about that.
I wanted underwear.
Pants would be good, too.
“Where are my clothes?” My shirt was intact, at least. I was almost too afraid to tear my eyes from him to look around for it. Afraid because those dark eyes on me were predatory… hungry.
He looked at me like I was a meal he meant to devour and savor, and it was unsettling how that made me feel.
I cleared my throat. “My clothes?” I urged when he didn’t say anything.
This time, he did speak. His mouth opened and then…sounds. Something rumbled from his chest, pulled deep from his throat. It sounded like an avalanche. Like rough stones chippingtogether to create fire. It was deep, tumbling together in heavy consonants and vowels that I couldn’t quite decipher.
Was that his language?
He stared at me expectantly, like he wanted me to answer.
The problem was, I had no idea what he fucking said.
Frustration mounted in my chest, making me want to explode. I hadn’t signed up for this. I didn’t even know where I was and now I was with this gargoyle who didn’t even speak English.
“¿Hablas español?”
His head cocked slightly to the side as he regarded me.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
Fuck.
I pushed to my feet, the rapid movement making his wings twitch. I froze, wondering if he was going to lunge for me, but he was still. As still as a statue. He didn’t even blink and could have been sitting on a pillar at church for as much as he moved. Even his breathing seemed to cease. But his eyes seemed to burn as they watched. It was nerve wracking, and I nearly recoiled from it.
“Okay…” I shook my hands out. “So, you can’t understand me. My name is Dolores Villanueva. I hope you know that, since you kidnapped me and all…”
I waited with bated breath for his response, but nothing came from him except for that rumbling, rock-like sound.
“Alright, well I’m not supposed to be here, you know.”
Again, nothing.
I tipped my head back, looking up at the ceiling. It was cavernous, with thick rocks jutting from the curvature above our heads like a threat. I shivered when I heard the squeaking of a bat.
“Great.” The word felt tight in my throat, and I had the overwhelming urge to weep. “Just my fucking luck,” I whispered to nobody in particular. “I’m stuck in a bat-infested cave, with agargoyle who gives a mean orgasm but can’t understand a single word I’m saying.” I closed my eyes to keep the tears at bay. And when I opened them again, I felt one slide down my cheek. “Fuck.”
I stared at thehuman woman that I stole to be my wife.
She prattled on, muttering to herself as she carved a pathway on the floor by walking back and forth. She would occasionally stop and look at me, expectant in that gaze, before she muttered under her breath and resumed her incessant pacing.
The babbling slipped from her tongue in a long string of anxiousness. It made me tilt my head to the side and regard her with far more curiosity than I had before.
