Page 15 of Stone Heart
“Then where can I go? My mother is going to worry about me.”
She winced, and he went on alert. Pain crossed her face, and he rushed across to her. She gasped when he appeared in front of her. He gripped her chin and tilted her chin up so he could meet her eyes. Pain broadcasted from her blue pools.
“What ails you?” he asked, watching tears forming in her eyes. He glanced over his shoulder to Vikuth and jerked his head toward the door. “Call for the healer.”
Without a word, Vikuth nodded to Rhodack and hastened from the room.
“It’s just migraines. I’ve had them for as long as I can remember.”
It didn’t take a supreme being to recognize a spell had been cast over her. Someone had placed a powerful spell on her, and it was causing her pain. He stared deep into her eyes and knew it to be true. She was under someone’s power.
“No, little one. This is no regular pain. You’re under a spell.”
“No.” She shook her head.
He took notice that she didn’t pull away from his touch. A crack formed in his stone heart that she had accepted something as small as his touch on her chin. He breathed in her scent and memorized it.
“I’ve had migraines for years. My mother has always known what to do to make it go away.”
He narrowed his eyes at the mention of her mother. So, her mother knew how to make her migraines go away? He gently caressed her chin with his fingers as he continued to gaze into her eyes before dropping his attention down to her soft, slightly parted lips.
Visions of those lips wrapped around his stiff cock came to mind, and he pushed them aside.
Not now. Soon, though. His cock stiffened in his pants. He didn’t care that a gasp escaped her lips as she glanced down at his length pressing against her belly. He pulled her close, wanting her to feel what she did to him. He slid his fingers to the base of her neck as he lowered his lips to hers.
Never before had he ever kissed a female so gentle. Her soft lips created a stirring in his chest he was unfamiliar with.
He wanted more.
In the back of his mind, he knew he had to get her to accept him. That’s what his gargoyle demanded. Acceptance from their mate.
Her lips slowly parted when he slid his tongue between her lips. He’d draw her pain from her with just a simple kiss. He may not be able to remove the curse from her, but he was strong enough to pull the pain from her into his body.
I will take the pain for her.
She pressed closer to him, groaning while the pain seeped from her to him. Her smaller tongue met his, shy at first, but she grew bolder as the kiss deepened. He urged the pain into him, pushing it down. The strength of it surprised him, but he could handle it. There wasn’t much that could bring a gargoyle to his knees.
She protested when he moved back from her, leaning his forehead against hers. Their breaths came fast as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“I need to speak to your mother, little one.”
