Page 65 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
“I know you are, and I assure you, in this instance, all my cum stays inside your cunt. That’s what the knot is for.”
Okay. That makes me feel better.
“Wait, what do you mean in this instance?”
“Well, not every gargoyle knots during sex. There have been a few…incidents in the past, which is why ‘sky sex,’ as you like to call it, is highly frowned upon.”
“Did you break your own rules, Your Majesty?”
He chuckles.
“Maybe.”
“So, where are we sleeping tonight?”
He starts flying…still inside me, and I’m already getting turned on again.
“We could stay in one of the apartments in my building, but I do own other apartments around the city. Your choice. I’m not tired, and I can already feel you getting worked up again.”
I blush, because I’m barely able to hold back my whimpers as his entire body vibrates while flying.
“You’re right. I’m not tired either. Will you fuck me all night until the sun wakes? Please, sir.”
“There’s my naughty kitten.”
Epilogue – Evangeline
1 Year Later
It’s been a year since I killed Magnus.
The day after I permanently turned him to stone, the Council of Gargoyle Elders arrived and took his petrified form back to Paris—it surprisingly didn’t shatter to a million pieces after falling to the ground. Thankfully, the area below had been evacuated by Xander’s soldiers during the battle.
Elara was also sent back to Paris and put on trial. She was cleared after a seer was brought in to seek her truth. They discovered Magnus had kidnapped her fated mate three years ago and had been holding her captive for years while he formed his plan to steal the throne from Xander. Elara had no choice but to help him, and he used her as a spy, forcing her to request to be put in Xander’s army.
She still has to be monitored, and she’s now serving in her father’s army, where he can watch her as well. Her fated mate was also saved from captivity after one of Magnus’s captured soldiers was tortured for information on her whereabouts.
My father discovered my mother was released from the hospital and fought to recommit her. He argued that he never gave me power of attorney, but with his signature on the papers, he was unable to prove otherwise, and a judge ruled in my favor.
He confronted me after we left the courtroom. He demanded I tell him how I did it. I claimed it was all his idea. We went back and forth for a few minutes before he accused me of being ‘just as crazy as your mother.’
Guess I am.
Xander and I bought my mother a house in the suburbs where she lives with Birdie—who I visit as much as possible. Mom spends her days gardening, practicing spells, or just enjoying a life of freedom.
We meet for dinner once a week, too, where she shares more stories that have me wondering if they’re ones she made up or visions of mine and Xander’s future.
My favorite is the story of the half-gargoyle, half-human prince who grows up to be a warrior and takes over an expansive kingdom when his father decides to retire.
Xander will be able to travel the world when he hands over the throne to our child.
Not that we’re pregnant. I’m not. We still haven’t decided when to have kids. We’re enjoying each other too much right now.
Plus, today is our wedding day.
“Do gargoyles get old?” I ask, putting on my makeup.
We decided to keep the wedding small and nontraditional. No church, no white dress, and no believing the superstition that it’s bad luck for the groom and bride to see each other before the wedding.
