If I wasn’t already falling for her… Yeah. Pretty sure this would fucking do it.
I glance over at Jude, who’s just slipping his phone back into his pocket. He gives me a nod—Draegan must be on his way—then grabs the dagger from the countertop, returning his attention to the mages.
They’ll be gone soon enough. No need to keep up appearances.
I drop the human mask and let the gargoyle loose, a desperate ache pulsing through my balls as the full intensity of West’s desire crashes into my heightened senses.
Jude senses it, too. He glances at us over his shoulder, his eyes darkening with lust, even as the mages manage one last gasp of fresh horror at this new revelation—a dark, dangerous, winged beast, with fangs and claws and an insatiable appetite for destruction.
But West? The way she’s looking at me now…Fuck. A mischievous smile curves her lips, her gaze absolutelyferalwith need.
All I want to do is bend her over the counter, tear off those pants, andburymyself deep inside her, forgetting everything but the feel of her soft skin, her heat…
But… no. This isn’t the time or the place. Not for me.
Right now, West needs this more than I do. Some hot, filthy pleasure to bring her right back to her body. To the moment. To the gargoyles who’ve sworn to protect her.
A growl tears through my chest. Hovering close to her mouth again, I whisper darkly, “Turn around, witchling. Pull down your pants and put your hands on the counter.”
She obeys me at once, the clothing pooling around her ankles.
“Bend over and let me see that tight, beautiful ass,” I command, and she does. “Now close your eyes for me.”
Seems I’ve finally found her hard limit, because after all that, suddenly she’s shaking her head.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I need to see him, Auggie. Please. I need to see him end it.”
Jude hears it. Glances over at us again. His gaze locks onto hers, fierce and determined. Then he shifts those crazy blue eyes to me, his intention clear.
His glamour falls away in an instant, revealing the massive gargoyle inside.
He moves to the side of the pillar, giving West and me a clear view of the quivering, sputtering mages.
Damn.
This is some dark shit, even for us.
But I can’t say no to her on this one, and neither can Jude.
And I’m not gonna lie… this is…fuck. I’m not sure what the fuck it says about me, but here it is:
I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.
I run my palm up her spine and fist her hair, tugging it loose from the bun and wrapping it around my clawed fist, pulling it until she tips her head back.
“Watch him,” I growl. “Watch your gargoyle slit their throats while your other gargoyle makes you come all over his tail.”
“Goddess, yes,” she breathes, and that’s all the invitation we need.
I curve my tail around the front and slide it between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the ribbed tip. She’s already hot and slippery for me, her soft little moans making me so fucking hard it hurts.
Still fisting her hair, I slide my free hand down her belly, lower, gently rubbing her clit with the pad of my finger.
“More,” she whispers. “I need more.”
“I know you do, witchling. I know.” I drag a claw over her clit, a light tease that has her panting again. Then I slide my tail inside her, curling the tip to hit that perfect spot, thrusting in and out, in and out, making her feel every thick, ribbed inch.
Before us, Jude grabs Alonzo Florentine by the back of the neck, hauling him to his feet. The broken body can’t even stand on his own.
