Page 32 of Enchanting Her Monsters

“Do not feel bad. Any other week and any other situation, I could wait for my alone time. But bonding is special and time sensitive for gargoyles and their mates.”

Flint dives right at the hill, and I screech a bit when he only slows down a fraction before a hard, jarring landing. “Sorry.” He rubs his huge hands down my back to calm me. “I’ve should have warned you. Gargoyles aren’t known for their graceful landings. I’ll have to work on that too if I plan to carry you around more.”

Keeping hold of me in his arms, he walks over to a mouth of a cave.

With a little giggle, I have a flashback to the monster story I was trying to write about my characters, Goliath and Nora, right before I met the guys.

Oddly enough, when we enter, it looks eerily like my scene from my unfinished book. Except my sweet gargoyle has soft blankets laid out neatly in the center and several unlit candles in a circle around the perimeter of the cave.

“When did you do this?” I ask as he places me down on the pallet of blankets.

“I scouted the location when we first arrived. And I’ve been modifying the structure to make it bigger and smoother inside, so it will please you.” He returns to the opening and places a thatched handmade door in front of the opening.

“What!” I gasp as the cave is cast in darkness. “You carved this cave?”

“Yes, I asked the mountain to shift for us.”

“Holy boulders! That’s fucking amazing.” I shake my head in disbelief and watch while Flint uses a long match to light the candles in the space.

“I suppose I forgot to mention my ability to connect with stone. It’s easier when the land holds magic. I believe the witch Amira has helped keep this land alive in that way.”

Flint finishes with the candle lighting that gives our hideaway a romantic vibe. “I thought you would be more comfortable if you could see during our communing.”

“Communing?” I ask. “Is that what a bond is called for gargoyles?”

“The process is done through communing, but the bond is known as a merge.” His thick fingers slide under my shirt and skim over my waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Are you cold?”

“No. Excited,” I admit. “Nervous.”

“Are you nervous about bonding with me? Do you not want to?” He leans down and his beautiful pale gray eyes search my face for the truth. “I will not force a bond on you if you’re uncertain.”

I snatch his horns in my hands and pull him to me, kissing the heck out of him. He moans and meets my passion with his.

“I want you. I’m nervous because I don’t want to mess up,” I explain. “And I guess I’m worried part of the reason our bond is fading is because of my bonding with Arran, or what I am now that my magic-containment spell has been undone.”

“Arran’s bond shouldn’t affect our bond.” He strokes his thumb over my cheek. “I will guide you through the process so you can’t mess it up. Or do you worry that being a witch will make our bonding impossible?”

“Apparently, I’m half witch, a quarter Elven, and a quarter demon.”

His thick brows rise. “Demon?”

“Oh, no!” I shake with anxiety. “Is that going to ruin things?”

“It doesn’t ruin things.” To ease my fears, he pulls me to his broad, hard chest. “Only surprising that you have such an unheard-of combination.” He shucks his pants and kneels on the blankets in front of me. “My sweet love, will you be my mate?”

He’s so large in his full gargoyle form that he’s now my height when he’s on his knees.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “Yes, I want that very much.”

Slowly, he lifts my shirt over my head. His hands slide down my arms and over my bra covered breasts. I help unlatch it at the back. He drags the shoulder straps forward and intently watches the show as my full breasts are revealed.

“I’m very lucky that my mate is so beautiful,” he murmurs as he dips his head to suck each nipple. His large tusks brush over my sensitive skin, and my pussy becomes slick with need.

He slides my pants down along with my underwear, and I help him by stepping out of them when they get to my ankles, kicking off my shoes as I do.

His hands move up to cup my ass. “So soft.” Then one hand slides to my front and dips between my thighs. “Open for me?”

I move my feet apart and give him better access.

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