Inmy room at theVaultthat night,Itossed about.Icouldn’t get comfortable, and it wasn’t due to the unease of what might be out there threatening me.Itwas something far more earthquaking.I’dkissed a gargoyle.
Howstrange it had been to kiss someone who wasn’t human, someone who was an entirely different species.Theway he looked frightened me at first, but nowIfound him enthralling.Thecurved horns, the vast wings, the tail.Thesmooth gray skin and the changing gray hue of his irises.Utterlyenticing.
Beyondhis intriguing looks was the way he made me feel.Noone had ever looked at me the wayDumonthad.Noone had ever sworn to protect me with such sincerity.Noone promised to care for me and make me feel so—well—I’mnot sure what it was.Admired?No, that wasn’t right.Special?No, that was too hokey sounding.
Cherished?
No, that was jumping too far too fast.Allwe shared was a kiss—one magical, toe-curling kiss.
Yet,I’dnever thought one small kiss could mean so much.
Iflopped onto my belly.IfIstayed here in bed like this all night just thinking and replaying that magical moment,I’dnever get to sleep.Buthow couldIget that moment we’d shared off my mind?Iraised my fingers to my lips, remembering the hard press of his firm lips on mine, replaying how his large hand caressed my skin, splaying my hands wide like his wingspan.Myskin tingled with heat asIenvisioned how his touch affected me.
Butthen, the sentry had arrived, snapping us both out of that passionate embrace.Whatwould have happened had he not interrupted us?Wouldwe have taken things further right there on the rooftop, the stars and moon witnesses to our unexpected tryst?
Irewound to before the sentry’s arrival and pictured how hot it had been asDumontran his hands and lips down my body.AsIdid,Ilowered my much smaller hand, tracing howIenvisioned his movements.He’dreach down and caress my breasts, take each hardened peak in his warm mouth.Thenhe’d slide thatmassive hand over my torso, down my lower belly, and farther still, trailing his thick fingers in between my legs.Islid my hand lower and reached between, finding myself already so wet.
IimaginedDumontbeing here touching me, kissing me.I’dreach down and stroke him—that massive body, over that unimaginably perfect core, and all the way to his hard length.Sofreakin’ big.He’dgroan in pleasure as my fingers traced his immense erection…
AsIplayed out this fantasy, my fingers moved faster.Iflipped onto my back to get greater access.HarderIstroked, my breath coming faster.AsIgot closer, my panting grew louder.Ohshit, just how acute were the gargoyles’ hearing?Couldthey hear me asIfantasized aboutDumont?
Couldhe?
Ienvisioned his gray face with the hard lines and determined eyes that seemed to turn gentle around me.Picturinghim watch me touch myself pushed me to the edge, andIcouldn’t stifle a moan.
Iturned my face into the pillow, hoping no one heard me.
DUMONT
AfterIchecked in with the sentries and ensured there were no active threats,Ileft the rooftop to seeEloise.Afterthat kiss,Iyearned to be closer, more now than ever.Thatsimple touch of her lips on mine was so brief, and yet, it meant so much.Shefelt something for me too.
Iboth cursedLyam’sarrival and was thankful for it.Thefire betweenEloiseand me had grown so quickly thatIcouldn’tthink of anything but her.Perhapsit was for the best that he’d interrupted us so we had a chance to regroup.Icouldn’t get complacent with a potential demon threat, especially with the recent fires and battle withCalixstill fresh in mind.
Andnow?Igulped.Whathappened now was a mystery to me.Thatmight have been just a curious kiss forEloise, but for me—it changedeverything.I’dkissed my mate and was now certain that there was no one else for me.Ididn’t want anyone else.Shewas the one.
WhenIwalked down the hall, a sound stopped me.Itwas a woman’s voice.ComingfromEloise’sroom.Shewas—moaning?
Ohno!Irushed over to her door.Wasshe in pain?
AsIraised my hand to knock, a very different sounding moan emerged.Itwasn’t pain, but pleasure.
WasEloise…
Ilistened.Herbreaths came fast.Itsure as hell sounded that way.Iremained there, frozen, my eyes fluttering closed asIlistened to the sultry sounds coming from her room.
Whowas she thinking about?Couldshe possibly be thinking about—me?
Afterthat incredible kiss, it was possible.Iyearned to knock on the door—but then would she knowI’dbeen out there.Likea creep.
Icame here to check on her, but nowIcouldn’t bring myself to leave.
Doit.Youcan’t stand out here like this!
Right.
Butwhat ifIcarried through with whatIcame to do—simply knocked on the door to check on her?Thatwouldn’t be inappropriate, would it?
Stopthinking with your dick!
