“That sucks. I’m so sorry. I hope no one gave you attitude.”
“There was one guy at the end—the strangest part was he looked like he’d walked off a Hollywood set.” I shake my head. “And really, the day wasn’t too terrible. He was angry that an exhibit was… being restored. Do you mind if I call you when I get home?”
“No worries. Talk to you soon.”
It’s time.
I’ve come up with a dozen theories, and most of them are plausible. If the gargoyle now has a cock, there must be a hidden mechanism within the statue that released it. Maybe he wasn’t built entirely of stone. The gargoylehadbeen the property of a magician.
Maybe the magician used him for more than magic tricks…
Slowly, I lift the cloth inch by inch, until the rounded, glistening tip of his phallus appears.
It’s just a trick.I laugh. A trick that sucked me right in.
Soon I’ll be free to unwind on the couch and mindlessly enjoy my true crime shows. A romance I’m dying to read was released today…
“What a day,” I tell the statue, tugging at the sheet until he’s completely revealed. I press my lips together, my gaze drifting from his scowling face to his jutting cock. “A big day for both of us. Sorry I covered you. You surprised me.”
Except for his new appendage, he’s completely unchanged. Hesitantly, I lift my hand and caress his bat wing. He feels the same as he always does, smooth and cold, hard as stone. My hand dips lower and traces his abdomen, searching for the magician’s trick.
When my fingertips reach the base of his cock, heat surges to my cheeks and a buzzing begins behind my eyes. My legs cramp. Touching his genitals makes me feel like a pervert.
I glance behind me to double-check that I’m alone. This would be the perfect time for Hopkins to return. He’d look at me with those squinty eyes and bushy eyebrows. He’d click his tongue like he knew what I was all along. Checking the windows, I confirm there’s no one outside.
I turn back to the gargoyle. “It’s an impressive cock,” I whisper, meeting his stone-carved eyes. “Anybody would be jealous of what you’re packing. But it’s time to figure out the magician’s trick so I can put it away. We get kids in here sometimes,” I trail off. “You know how it is. We can scare them, but traumatizing goes too far.”
I put my fingers back on him, more forcefully this time, leaning in and eyeing his large testicles, his base, shaft, and pointed mushroom-capped tip. Wherever my gaze goes, my fingers follow, testing and pressing, rubbing and gripping.
He’s larger than I remember. Along the underside of his shaft, there’s a line of subtle ridges that vanish into his tip. His testicles, though appearing incredibly soft, are just as hard as the rest of him, just as smooth. I cup them and wince, rubbing them with my palm, my blush heating furiously.
He’s as cold and hard and smooth as stone. The theory that there’s some sort of mechanics involved in his design starts to seem farfetched.
I drop my hand and peer up at him, frowning. “There’s got to be a release somewhere. You can’t be hard everywhere. What are we going to do about this,Zuriel?”
I hear a crack, and he blinks in reply.
I freeze as my gaze narrows. I must have imagined it, simply another strange shadow. The creak of an old building.
Except the gargoyle does it again. Another blink. And this time, his entire face moves. The corners of his lips turn into a broad smile, revealing thick fangs. Groaning, shifting, crackling, and grunting noises fill my ears as I press my back against the counter.
“Summer.” My name emanates from him, hollow and dry, dust drifting in the air.
I can’t look away. My eyes widen as the gargoyle straightens, cracks his neck, and twists his spine like he’s been sleeping in an awkward position for a very, very long time.
Finally, my body responds.
Screaming, I knock over a bookcase as I race for the front door. I scramble with the lock, sprint outside, and don’t dare look back.
Chapter5
The Awakening
Zuriel
“...Zuriel.”
She uttered my name.
