Page 22 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
She glances up at me with those doe eyes and fluttering lashes again. They’re a weapon, I swear.
I plant my hand on the doorframe and lean into her. She holds her breath. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself if you shared a bed with me. And while that is what we had intended to do when coming back to my place tonight, you’re tired, and what I have planned for you will take all night. You need to rest. Tomorrow we can play.”
Before she can argue, I turn to a closet outside of the bathroom across the hall from her room.
“Towels and toiletries are in here. I’ll get you some clothes to sleep in for tonight.”
I sense Locheran at the penthouse door and excuse myself, despite how much I don’t want to leave her side.
“Kitten’s keys,” Locheran says when I open the door, his hand held out and a smirk on his stupid face.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I slap the keys into his palm and try to close the door. He sticks his foot inside to stop it.
“Do you think she’s the one?” he asks.
“It would explain a lot of things. Like why she’s seeing our true forms.”
“Don’t fuck it up,” he quips, and I narrow my eyes at him. He bows. “Your Majesty.”
“Get the fuck out. I’ll text you her address.”
“Fuck you for sending me to get a cat,” Locheran yells as I close the door in his face.
When I return to the guest room, the door is open, and I hear the shower running in the bathroom across the hall.
I set a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt on her bed and prepare her a sandwich with chips and a glass of water. I didn’t get a chance to take her out to dinner. I had planned a beautiful date beginning with a meal at my favorite French restaurant, a walk along the Hudson River underneath the night sky, and multiple orgasms to end the night.
Instead, I have a possible fated mate who is being targeted, likely because of me.
I shower as well and dress in a similar outfit to the one I chose for Evangeline. The thought of her wearing my clothes awakens my cock. Now that the danger is over, at least for now, I’d love nothing more than to ravish her. But I must be patient. She’s too tired tonight.
I walk out of my bedroom at the same time she does from the guest room.
“Hi,” she says shyly.
“Hello, Kitten.”
Her cheeks blush at the nickname.She loves it.I take a step towards her.
“I left you something to eat.”
“Thank you. I just finished it. I love turkey sandwiches.” She matches my step with one of her own. Her eyes dart around my body, to my horns, my mouth, my arms, down to my four-toed feet. “Can I...”
She looks away and plays with a wet strand of her brown hair.
“What is it, Evangeline?”
“Can I touch you?” She grimaces. “Innocently, I mean. It’s just...I have this overwhelming urge—orneed—to touch you.”
She shakes her head.
“That’s dumb. I’m sor—” Her nose crinkles, almost saying the word I’ve scolded her not to use.
“It’s not dumb. You can do whatever you’d like to me—withme.”
She smiles and moves closer. Raising her hand, she places it on my stomach and runs it up my abs to my chest. I hold back my growl because if I let it out now, I’ll grab her and hold her against the wall while I slam my cock into her wet pussy.
