Stone Guardian(85)

He pushed her hair back from her cheek, the petal soft skin sensitizing the nerve endings in his fingers. “Yes, it has. I wish I had the willpower to let you sleep as you need, but I could not wait that long to hear your voice again.”

“You need to be careful saying things like that. A girl could get used to them.”

“I am afraid I am unable to speak anything but the truth. I hope you can forgive me my bluntness.”

She pushed herself up with one arm under her while her other hand stroked over the contours of his human face. “I guess I’ll have to learn to manage.”

He gathered her into his arms and laid her head against his chest as he cradled her. “You are very good to me, thank you.”

For several minutes she stayed still in his arms, resting against him and occasionally rubbed her cheek against the spot over his heart.

She broke the silence. “Your heartbeat is different than a human’s.”

“Gargoyles have two hearts. No matter my outside appearance, I am not human.”

She pushed back against his arms, giving herself enough space that she could look up into his face and meet his eyes. “Even looking at you now, seeing you in your shifted form, I’m very aware you are not human. I am here with a gargoyle, and I would have it no other way.”

A weight he had not been aware of broke free inside him at her words. He swallowed hard to tamp down the shout of joy that threatened to escape. “In our creation myths, it is said Gargoyles began as creatures created of magic. The first of us were created by wizards to be companions to humans, to be used however the humans desired. But the wizards made us too strong, and soon we overcame our masters and created the first of the Clans.”

Her eyes widened, and he saw the scholarly part of her nature come to the fore. “Is that true?”

“How can anyone know the truth when magic is involved?” He could not help but smile at her chastened look. She was adorable, and brave, and sensual, and all his.

And he would wait no longer to make her his mate.

He lowered his voice, and was rewarded by her eyes going half-lidded and her breathing becoming labored. “I know not. What I do know is gargoyles and humans are compatible.”

He covered her mouth with his, a deep invasion that gave no mercy. She would have no doubt to the meaning of his words.

She met him stroke for stroke, his little warrior. She rose up on her knees so their mouths were level and brought her arms around his shoulders as she dug her nails into his back.

She was wearing a flimsy shirt and the same underwear she wore before. Her scent, that same scent that made his mouth water in desperation to cover her, wafted around their sanctuary and held him in thrall.

She was aggressive, crawling up his body for better leverage. She pushed into him, her tongue attacking his mouth. Even as she dominated him from above her hips worked on him, moving in sensual rhythm he had seen her use many times as she danced while he watched from afar.

His hands wrapped around her hips, not to stop the little movements she made, but to encourage her to bring them closer, let him feel every delicious torment her body delivered to his. She obliged, and that sweet warmth between her thighs settled over his cock. At the desired sensation his hips shot forward in instinctive reaction. Without the fabric of her panties, he would have been inside her.

This unseated her, and she fell forward, her momentum startling him enough that he fell backwards on the bed while she landed atop of him.

Her head picked up, embarrassment in the lines of her open mouth and wide eyes. But after a few moment she started laughing.

There was no sound more dear to him, save her moans and cries when she came. “What is so funny, Meyja?”

Still chuckling, she ducked her head, small embarrassment still evident. “We’re both virgins. This situation might be hopeless.”

He rolled her over so she was now on her back while he loomed above her. He nuzzled her behind her ear, making small moans erupt from her throat. “I may not have done anything yet, but I have imagined you naked and beneath me too many times to count.” He leaned up and with both hands ripped the shirt that hid her from his view, her bare breasts now visible to him. Her shocked gasp ended on a low moan, and her lower body started moving again in supplication.

With one finger he circled her tight nipple, the skin there pebbled and rougher than other areas of her body. But would she taste the same here, at this little pink area? His tongue laved over her, dampening the peak and tightening it further.

His teeth scraped over the nipple and he was rewarded with a low wail. He rolled it in his mouth, loving her taste here as everywhere else.

The only place she tasted better was between her legs.