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"Okay," I whisper. I grab one of the sculptures off the shelf.

It's one of the ones with a piercing, a small silver barbell through the tip. I hold it up, studying it in the dim light, then I flick the piercing with my finger.

Ekon hisses, his entire body going rigid. "Yue—"

"You felt that?" I ask, my voice teasing.

"Yes," he growls.

I flick it again, harder this time, and watch as his dick visibly hardens beneath his sweatpants.

"Interesting," I murmur, setting the first sculpture down and picking up another one. This one is smooth and curved, with ridges along the underside. I run my fingers along the ridges, tracing each one slowly.

Ekon groans, his tail snaps out and knocks over shit near it. His massive claws in his feet dig into the doorframe.

"Yue, if you keep doing that—"

"What?" I ask innocently, picking up a third sculpture. This one is thick and textured, with a flared base. I wrap my hand around it, squeezing gently. "What are you going to do, Ekon?"

His gargoyle form shifts, and his clothes explode off his body, landing in strips on the floor. Ekon’s wings spread wider, and his dick pulses, heavy and near his belly. His tail lashes behind him again.

"I'm going to show you what happens when you play with so many at once," he growls.

Heat floods through me, pooling low in my belly. "Promises, promises," I whisper.

Ekon moves faster than I expect. One moment I'm standing by the wall, and the next I'm in his arms, his stone body solid and cool against mine. He carries me through the doorway and across the room. His wings fold around us like a cocoon and then he lays me on his bed.

"Last chance to run," he murmurs, his gray eyes locked on mine.

I thread my fingers through his locs and pull him closer.

"I'm done running," I whisper right before his mouth crashes into mine.

Chapter 16 Ekon

The gray sheets bunch under my knees as I lower myself over her. The bed creaks, a low groan that complains of my weight. The sound is wrong in my ears. The bed is far too thin for what's about to happen on it. My hand braces beside her head, stone knuckles denting the mattress flat. Yue's white coils fan across the pillow, and the winter scent of her body rises between us. I dip my head, nose brushing over her body.

I'm still mostly shifted. The stone recedes in slow bursts across my chest, granite turning to warm brown skin. On my hands, the stone stays put. My locs hang heavy, some of them still stone chunks, lying against her collarbone as I dip my head. Yue parts her lips, and she looks at me with gleaming eyes.

"You going to keep staring," she says, "or do you want som—"

I press my thumb against her bottom lip, and her mouth opens. The sarcasm dies in her throat, and her breath hitches. Her pupils blow wide, and my dick, the real one, hangs thick and heavy against my thigh.

Yue’s knee brushes my leg, and my dick twitches against it. Under me, she's so fucking small. My gargoyle frame is easily seven feet, far longer than this damn bed. My feet hang off the fucking side. Yet, when I shift my weight and my knee pushes between her thighs, heat greets me. Somehow, our limbs connect in a way that makes sense. Grabbing her shorts, I rip them off in one pull. She yelps, but no sound escapes. The thin fabric of her shirt clings to her body.

Turning to the side, I scan my bedroom before my eyes land on my nightstand. It’s beside my bed. My tail rises and swings toward it. With my hands, I cup her face, kissing her lips. My tail opens the drawer, and I tense, body trembling as it removes several items. They land beside us on the bed, and Yue tries to look at it, but a quick squeeze of her waist keeps her mouth where I want it.

I lick the inside of her mouth, tongue sweeping as her body bucks off the bed. My hands move under her, ripping off her panties.

“Stop that shit,” she snarls, breaking the kiss.

“You won’t need them here,” I reply, my voice a deep growl.

“I’ll need clothes. I can’t walk around here with my pussy out all the time.”

“Says who?”

With a grin, I move down her body, using my wings to keep her from seeing the items on the other side of the bed. Her legs open when I fall against her, using my weight to keep myself propped up. Her bare pussy flutters against my face, and her fat ass clit trembles when I blow a breath on it. Opening my mouth, I inhale her. My tongue slathers her clit with saliva. She moans, body shaking while I twist and twirl my tongue.