Page 14 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
“Yes, sir.” The words come out in rasp.
“Sir?”
I can hear the smirk in his voice. Helikedme calling him that.
His hands drop down to my ass, and he squeezes, grinding his thick cock into my pussy, hard enough to make me moan.
“We’re not going too fast?” he asks, trailing his lips across my jaw.
“No.”
“Tell me what you want.”
Before I can answer, the elevator doors open, and Xander pulls away from the wall.
“I want to walk.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. I want to see your place.”
“Hmm. Maybe I wantto take you—”
His words cut off, and he stills. He sniffs the air and growls.
It’s not the sexy growl from earlier either.
“What is it?”
I barely get out the words before he’s rushing me back inside the elevator. He pushes a button for the floor below, and when the doors open, another massive gargoyle is there waiting.
“Locheran,” Xander says, handing me over as if I’m a child. “This is Evangeline. Protect her. Send Thorne and Elara to the penthouse.”
I can’t even protest being left in the arms of a stranger because Xander is back inside the elevator, the doors closing, before I’m able to process what’s happening.
“Um...”
Locheran turns to walk down the hallway.
“Please put me down. I’m not a toddler.”
“I don’t know, you are kinda short,” he muses, setting my feet on the ground.
“Says the man with horns and a tail.”
“You can see my true form?”
“Am I not supposed to? I saw Xander as a gargoyle when we met.”
“Interesting.”
“What else am I supposed to see?”
He ignores the question and takes his phone out of his jeans pocket to make a call; I assume to the ones Xander told him to send to the penthouse.
I finally get a good look at this gargoyle.
He’s got a similar build to Xander. Muscles for days. He’s not as tall, that’s for sure. I’d say he’s a little over six feet. His hair is a lighter blue, and his skin is a darker shade of purple. Okay, are all gargoyles sexy?
