Page 79 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
You’re likely to have some new experiences today that might inspire your active imagination, Sagittarius. Channel that in productive and empowering ways. Be on the lookout for something unexpected that could land you in a sticky situation. Trust in your romantic relationship and continue building new friendships. Folks are revolving around you this week, and it might be wise to keep them in your orbit.
With little time towaste, I have to forego a much-desired nap once Elryk and I return to DarkWing Castleand take a nice hot shower instead. We’d cleaned up a bit at Nasser’s place before passing out in his bed, but a wet washcloth is not the same as a real shower.
Once we’re both squeaky clean, we head down to the kitchens for a late breakfast. Tal whips up some toast and omelets for us, and I guzzle down several cups of coffee like it’s infused with life-giving mana.
It’s remarkable how getting clean and being well-fed can change your perspective on things. My embarrassment from returning in the BDSM Baby Bjorn in broad daylight this morning for all the folks at DarkWing Castle to see has faded. Now I’m feeling refreshed and back to my usual energetic and optimistic self.
Once again, Elryk’s a lucky bastard because gargoyle physiology makes him a motherfucking machine that only needs about five hours of sleep a night. So he’s well rested and almost chipper after our smoking hot night of passion.
Even Tal’s side-eyeing him and flashing me a knowing smirk.
Heh. Getting laid by yours truly makes my usually grumpy mate downright perky!
I sigh dreamily as I slurp down my third cup of coffee, recalling our memorable sexy-time shenanigans on that rug in front of the woodstove in Nasser’s cabin.
Already, I’m envisioning so many more bow-chika-wow-wow moments for us, because there’s so much I want to do to and with Elryk DarkWing.
But first things first—stabilize the barrier and fight off the Sluagh. Piece of cake. After all, I am motivated. I’ve got a gargoyle to fuck in every nook and cranny inside this castle, and probably outside too—helloOutlanderfantasies I’m going to make realities—and I’ve got children’s books to write and illustrate.
My next one’s going to involve a kraken in a rainbow kilt.
Scotland is proving to be the land of inspiration for me already!
I drain the last of my coffee and get to my feet, brimming with determination.
“All right, my studly gargoyle mate,” I say, rubbing my hands together. “Let’s go feel up this ley line with my mental tentacles!”
Elryk nearly chokes on his tea.
He prefers it to coffee.
What a weirdo, but I still love him.
“I dinnae think that’s the best way to refer to the process of tapping a ley line, my love.”
I pretend to consider this. “Hmm. Would you prefer I refer to it as tapping that ley line ass?”
He cringes and it’s adorable. “No.”
I waggle my fingers at him. “Then feeling it up, it is.”
He gives me a sappy smile that’s been appearing ever since he fucked me like no one ever has.
Tal snickers as he grabs our dishes. “Get on with you both. You’ve work to do. No sneaking off for a shag either.”
I pout at him. “You’re no fun.”
“Save the honeymoon for after the danger’s passed,” Tal chides like the responsible and mature gargoyle he is.
Elryk forces the lines of his face back into their usual stern expression. “Of course. Thanks for breakfast, Tal.” He turns to me. “Let’s get started.”
My mate is becoming so predictable to me. When it comes to work, he’s super serious. But I’m loving the fact that I can drag him away and help him loosen up.
I glance at his man-bun—not a hair out of place.
You’re all mine, gorgeous locks. I’m going to make you wild and messy the next time Elryk and I get down and dirty together.
I also thank Tal for the grub, and we leave the kitchen to the sound of the older gargoyle grumbling fondly about fools and young love.
