Page 5 of Stolen By the Gargoyle
If only she would let me speak.
“This is ridiculous, you know. I don’t care how well you give orgasms.” She gave a very brief pause to draw in a breath, though I noted the way her eyes went to me. To my mouth.
Was she thinking about what we had done earlier? Was she as crazed with the need for more as I was?
When I’d taken her, she had worn far too much clothing for my liking. After laying her among her new nest, I’d stripped her of the blue pants that covered her thick legs and the softer, patterned undergarments so I could feast between her thighs like a beast starved for affection.
Judging from the enthusiastic way she met the thrusts of my tongue, I knew she’d enjoyed it. My tongue darted out to slide against my fangs at the reminder, the action causing her eyes to flash with what could only be need.
Enough of this prattle.
I reached for the cloth that covered me. I would divest myself of it and make her my wife. Now.
Dolores’ eyes widened as she saw me reach for the strings holding the cloth together.
“No!” she cried out, slapping her palms against her eyes but peeking from between the spaces of her fingers. The curly spirals of her hair bounced as she jumped back a step. “I don’t want to see all that!”
Her heart sped up.
She was lying to me. But I did not move to tear the cloth from myself again, sure she would soon beg me regardless.
“You know what, I think it’d be better if I just left, Mr. Gargoyle,” she said suddenly, throwing her hands up. “I mean, there’s no reason for me to be here so I’m just gonna…” She started walking away.
My wings rustled with agitation and finally, finally she was silent enough for me to speak.
“No,” I growled.
The word made her freeze in her tracks. She turned to me, plump mouth gaping open. “What did you say?” Her voice was like a flutter of soft wind.
“No,” I repeated. “I will not let you go.”
“I will not letyou go.”
“You–you speak my language?” I could feel my mouth dropping open in my shock.
His voice was deep, rumbly… grave. And it did weird things to my insides. It was the type of voice shadows were made of, the kind that sprung from the depths of the earth to shake the world. There was the promise of an accent there as well, almost Latine but foreign just the same.
“You knew what I was saying the whole time?!” I accused.
His head dipped a fraction. “You speak very much.”
My mouth dropped open once again.
“So you’re saying I talk too much.”
“Why repeat what I have already said?”
My fingers tangled into my curls, catching into the spirals. I untangled them, pushing the dark strands from my cheeks only for them to bounce back into place.
I tried to steady my breathing and not freak out more than I already was, but it felt a nearly impossible feat.
“Okay,” I breathed, the word catching inside my throat alongside the thrum of my heart. “Okay.” My palms met and pointed in his direction. “What in the hell is going on?!” When he only blinked, I couldn’t stop the barrage of questions. “What am I doing here? Where are we? Where are my pants? And not that I don’t appreciate the orgasm you gave me, butwhy? And why won’t you let me leave?”
I took in a deep breath, each question that ran together left me dizzy and without air.
“I brought you here,” the gargoyle said. His wings twitched and then stretched wide, the purple sheen of them almost sheer and membranous, but also grainy in texture, like black sand. “We are in the Underworld,” he continued. “I disposed of your garments. We are to complete the mating ceremony. And I cannot let you leave, because you are to be my wife and your place is at my side, where I can protect you.” He paused, tilting his head in that eerie way of his. “I believe I have answered all your questions.”
Unfortunately, his answers only left me with evenmorequestions. My head spun, making me dizzy. Shit, was I going to faint? I think I was going to faint.
