Page 78 of Monsters in Love

“You can’t honestly want anything else to do with him?”

I laugh. “Of course not. But I owe him a little something.” I step around Luc and raise my hands again, already chanting the spell under my breath. It would be stronger if I had herbs or crystals to ground it, but in a pinch, this will do. I direct the spell at Chad, who is still frozen with indecision, torn between his fear of Luc and his determination to get this property.

“You must leave and not return,

and never bother me.

Why you left, you’ll never learn.

As I will, so mote it be.”

I can see the moment the spell takes effect; his features go slack with bewilderment

and he scuttles to his car, tearing down the driveway much faster than is safe.

“What did you do to him?” Lucien asks.

“Nothing much. Just a little aversion and memory spell. It will make Chad want to leave Haven’s Hollow and never come back, but he won’t remember why. Can’t have him blabbing about gargoyles at Mabon Manor.”

Luc grins at me. “What an excellent use of magic.”

I smile back. “I thought so. Thanks for your help with him. I thought I had it under

control, but I didn’t expect him to break through that barrier. I don’t know if he would have actually done it, but he could have killed me in that blind rage.” Now that the adrenaline is fading, I’m realizing what a close call I just had. Holy hell.

Luc’s expression turns sober. “I will always protect you.”

“I know. It’s your job.”

“No,” he says. “It’s my choice.” He leans down and kisses me, sending my brain and body into a tailspin.

“Mmmm,” I murmur when we break apart. “How are you so good at this?”

He shakes his head. “It’s not me.We’regood at this.”

“That we are. Take me inside and show me just how good?”

“With pleasure.” He sweeps me up and carries me to the parlor, depositing me on the old couch there.

“You called me a monster again,” he points out.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just did it to scare Chad. I don’t think you’re a monster, and as I’ve already said, it doesn’t even matter, because Ilikemonsters.”

“Well, I like you. Very much. And I don’t mind being seen as a monster if it gets rid of miscreants like Chad Alder.”

“I very much like you back, my big, scary, sexy gargoyle. Now take off your pants,” I demand with a giggle, leaning forward and tugging at the laces.

Before I can get his trousers off, he leans forward and scoops under my butt, hooking his hands in the waistband of my sweats and tugging them—and my undies—off in one swift motion. I don’t manage more than a squeak of surprise before he’s on his knees in front of me, a wicked gleam in his black eyes.

Without preamble, he pulls me to the edge of the settee and shoves my knees apart, exposing my hot, damp flesh to him. He leans forward and drags his fangs against my inner thigh, a teasing threat that makes me shiver. Then he lunges and fastens his mouth against me, and my eyes literally roll back in my head at the rush of sensation.

His mouth is even hotter and wetter than I am, and his tongue is magical, flicking and stroking against my clit. I buck against him, demanding more pressure. He laughs against my skin, tickling me in the best way, and then shifts so he’s able to get a finger inside me. He swirls it, expertly stroking my G-spot, while never relieving the pressure on my clit, sucking and lapping at me like a wild man.

I manage to flutter my eyes open enough to see that he’s undone the laces on his pants and is stroking his huge cock while he works me over. It’s the hottest visual: a giant gargoyle so overcome with desire at pleasuring his woman that he has to touch himself.

His cock is rock-hard, the tip is glistening, ready to slip inside me and fill me up. I can’t hold back; the orgasm rams through me like a freighter, and I frantically thrust against his mouth as I come. He licks it all up, making appreciative noises all the while. And then he lifts me and spins us so that he’s sitting on the couch and I’m sprawled across his lap. He impales me with perfect, smooth aim and I gasp at the sudden sensation of fullness.

Aftershocks are still ripping through me, milking his cock, and he groans and kisses me hard. I can taste myself on his tongue, which makes me even wetter; I pinch my own nipples to try to rein in the second orgasm that I can already feel building.

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