Page 53 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
I cast a last lingering look of regret at his beautiful bare backside and tail—is he really going to fuck me with it?—before I towel off and get dressed.
I smile to myself when I realize he’s selected a white pair of boxer briefs from my bag complete with a colorful rainbow on the front and the words “I woke up this gay.”
Awww. My gargoyle boo gets me.
I pull them on along with my last clean pair of jeans and a long-sleeved red crewneck. It’s not exactly as warm as I’d like since the weather is a bit chillier than I anticipated here in the Highlands. Besides, I only packed about a week’s worth of clothes for this trip, so I’m probably going to have to see about finding somewhere I can purchase a few more things, including some heavier sweaters.
That brings me to a halt, and I sit down on Elryk’s bed as I fully absorb the reality of my new situation.
I’ll actually need to get quite a number of things if I’m going to be staying here. My parents can probably ship a few essentials and put anything else in storage. I don’t have a ton in that tiny apartment in Chicago in any case, and not much that I’d miss really.
And I do fully intend to move here and make this my new home.
What I told Elryk wasn’t a lie.
Part of me recognizes this whole situation is a little bit bananas, but it also feels so fucking right. The moment theOracle told me the situation, my gut instinct acknowledged the truth of it all. I’m also happier than I’ve been in I don’t know how long.
Of course, some of that’s probably due to the fact that I just got laid, but still.
Elryk is amazing, and I want to know everything there is to know about him. I’m quite confident we could be awesome mates, and our sexual chemistry is off the charts, so that’s a really fucking good start in my book.
By all that is holy, do Ieverwant him to fuck me for real. Believe me, I’m going to make that happen sooner rather than later. Life’s too short, and I’m not going to miss out.
While I don’t fully comprehend all that this bond between us entails, I do know that even in such a short time I can’t imagine being apart from Elryk for long.
I already care for him more than I have for anyone possibly ever.
It’s not precisely love just yet, at least I don’t think so, but I have a sneaking suspicion it won’t be long before I’m head over heels for my very own real-life Goliath.
I seriously need to introduce him to that old cartoon. He could give Keith David a run for his money with his deep, sexy voice—and the accent on top of it. Mmmmm…
I can only hope that by the point I’m gaga for my gargoyle, he’ll feel the same about me.
There’s still a lot of things we need to figure out. First and foremost in my mind is money. What kind of work can I do here to make money for myself? Is the clan going to pay me for my services as a Conduit, presuming I can actually do what they think I can? That seems kind of… icky, especially since I’ll be essentially getting room and board for free already. But at the same time, I’m not a citizen and this castle is quite remote. Finding a day job could be tricky.
Then there’s the matter of getting a visa to stay here. Will Elryk and I need to get married for that?
Thankfully, the UK recognizes interspecies marriages among humans and Otherkind, but it could still become a bit of a long and drawn-out process from what I’ve read.
For now, though, I set aside these concerns since we need to hear more about what urgent news awaits us.
Once Elryk is dressed in a fresh kilt, we hurry back downstairs and this time head toward the Great Hall, where a larger group of Guardians have gathered. A new gargoyle I haven’t met stands beside Kelwyn at the front of the room, talking quietly with him.
As I survey the group, I have to marvel at just how handsome all of these Guardians are. No doubt many of them are waiting to find their fated mates as well. I truly hope the Oracle’s vision was correct, and that I’m only the first of many to come along.
Once everyone is seated, Kelwyn gets their attention. “I’m sorry for having to call you here so late this evening, but we have urgent news. I’ll let my brother explain what he’s discovered.”
“That’s Raedyn,” Elryk whispers in my ear and I nod.
“As you all know,” Raedyn begins, “our clan leader sent me out west to try and discover what this forthcoming threat is that the Oracle saw in her vision.” He swallows and I could almost swear his gray face goes ghostly pale for a second. “’Tis no ordinary threat we’ll be facing, but an ancient one that few remember nowadays.”
Elryk sits at attention, his entire body rigid and on high alert.
“The Sluagh are coming.”
The room goes deathly quiet before everyone breaks out into anxious whispering.
He might as well have said the classicGame of Thronesline, “Winter is coming.”
