Page 5 of Her Gargoyle Captor

Kael freezes, those smoldering eyes boring into me. "He sold you?" His words drip with venom. "Like cattle to be slaughtered?"

I give a jerky nod, unable to tear my gaze away.

A low growl rumbles from Kael's chest, the sound so primal it chills me to the bone. "Whatever pathetic worm you dared to court will suffer a most agonizing death." His claws flex menacingly. "To sell a woman for his poor gambling skill? I will make his end twice as agonizing as the elves'."

My heart thunders in my ears as his words sink in. Part of me wants to plead for mercy, but something in Kael's expression warns me it would be futile.

And something in me wants to see Berand suffer.

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KAEL

Chapter 4 - Rodeo

Kael

My blood boils at the thought of another man touching what's mine. This human woke me, her essence freed me from my stone prison. She belongs to me now, body and soul.

"This boyfriend," I snarl, my claws flexing. "He will die for what he's done."

Her eyes flash with a delicious rage. "He's not my boyfriend! I would gladly see Berand dead. In fact, I hope you tear him apart."

My cock stirs at her bloodthirst. Such a fierce little thing. But I need to know…

"Did he fuck you?"

She hesitates, then nods. "Yes."

Red clouds my vision. I grab a nearby vase, launching it across the bedroom.

"I'll rip his cock off first," I growl. "Feed it to him piece by piece. Then I'll gouge out his eyes, stuff them down his throat."

She shivers, but not from fear. Her scent spikes with arousal.

"I'll flay the skin from his bones," I continue, voice low and deadly. "Slowly. Make him beg for death long before I grant it."

"Good," she whispers.

I turn to her, nostrils flaring. "You like that idea, don't you? The thought of his blood spilling..."

She meets my gaze, defiant. "He deserves to suffer."

The rage burns through me like molten lava. How dare that pathetic human male touch what's mine? My claws itch to rend flesh, to make him suffer for his transgression.

I whirl, snatching a delicate crystal sculpture from a nearby shelf. It shatters against the wall, fragments scattering across the floor like deadly rain. Not enough. My fist connects with an ornate mirror, spider-web cracks distorting my reflection.

"Fucking worm," I snarl. "I'll tear him limb from limb."

The human girl cowers in the corner, her eyes wide with fear. Good. She should fear me. I am destruction incarnate, vengeance made flesh.

But then…

"I-I know how to calm you down," she stammers.

I freeze, amber eyes locking onto her trembling form. What game is this?

Before I can demand an explanation, she sinks to her knees before me. My cock, already half-hard from the violence, twitches with interest.

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