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“Was that you… getting even with me… for not letting you come earlier?” he pants out at last, as he tries to get his breathing under control.
I grin at him. “Not hardly. That’ll be coming—no pun intended—when you least expect it.”
He snickers and we kiss languidly for several minutes until his cock starts to soften and slips out of me.
A rush of wet heat leaves me and I groan. “We’re gonna have to buy Nasser a new rug, aren’t we?”
Elryk appears rather smug about that, actually.
I push back a little and open my legs wide. “Do you want to see your handiwork up close and personal?”
Fucking hell. I had no idea I had that kink hiding inside me.
Elryk’s eyes flash with fire and he moves in between my legs, using his claw-tipped fingers to spread my thighs even wider as he takes in the sight of his come leaking out of my ass.
“Is it wrong that I love this?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Not at all. I like it too. Makes me feel like I belong to you, and you belong to me. It’s so… intimate.”
“Aye. Like we’re closer and more connected somehow.” Elryk pulls me in for a cuddle, and I don’t even mind that we’re both a sticky mess. “We belong to one another, now and forever, mo ghràidh.”
I really like the sound of that.
Chapter sixteen
Elryk
The ley line at the site of DarkWing Castle remains shrouded in mystery. Few outside of the gargoyle clan have ever set foot near it. A powerful magic barrier keeps out those who are not permitted entrance. Little is known about why the gargoyles were chosen to guard the line, although one might assume their inherently protective nature as a species may have played some part in it. According to gargoyle legend, a Goddess blessed the ley line and their clan, asking them to watch over it for her for eternity. Because the ley line is so powerful, it affects some of the natural world around it. However, few will speak about this impact with outsiders. Even the author ofthis book, a world-renowned scholar, was unable to get permission to visit the site or learn more hidden details.
—Guardians of the Line: A Hidden History,by Dr. Targan Wildethorne
Nasser knocks on thedoor of his own cabin early the next morning. “Are you two decent in there?” he calls out with obvious mirth in his voice.
Noah, who evidently sleeps like the dead, stays still, curled in a ball and cocooned under the blankets on the bed.
With a sigh, I get up and pull on my kilt, then let Nasser in.
My friend stops in his tracks, barely through the door, and inhales sharply as he glares at me. “Good Goddess, man. It smells like sex in here.”
His astute gaze immediately zeros in on the crustified rug, and he shakes his head. “You owe me a new rug, you bastard.”
“I know. I’ll buy you one.”
Nasser crosses his arms. “That was a quality rug. Real plush, that one.” He rubs his fingers together. “You better be ready to pay up, my friend.”
I smirk and cross my own arms. “Not a problem. It was bloody well worth every penny.”
Nasser snorts and glances over at the bed. “I’ve no doubt it was. I’m glad you didn’t break my fucking bed.”
“You’ve got Noah to thank for that.”
We move over to the small table under a window that looks out onto the forest.
“What did you learn?” I ask him, my tone low but serious.
Nasser’s eyes turn stormy. “They were definitely the ones who hired whoever it was that attacked Noah on the train. It seemsthey caught wind of him in London when a wild double-decker bus incident happened.” His mouth twitches. “Goddess above, do I ever want to hear that story someday.”
I run a hand down my face. “Noah told me a bit about it, but it’s quite mind-boggling, to be honest.”
