Page 10 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
I reach up my hand and place my palm on his chest in the middle of the v of the shirt. His skin burns underneath mytouch, but I don’t pull it away. He’s smooth, like stone...or marble. But it’s not hard nor cold. I want to run my hands all over his body, and I’m not sure why. Almost as if the moment we made eye contact, waves of euphoria were shot throughout my body.
Does he feel the same?
“What are you?” I ask again, my voice soft and low and in awe of this being before me.
“I’m a gargoyle,” he growls and grabs my neck, squeezing hard enough to make me yelp.
Instead of being scared, I’m turned on, and I whimper as he tightens his hold.
“My question, Evangeline, is what areyou?”
Chapter 4 – Xander
She’s divine.
An angel.
Or she’s evil, here to tempt me.
“Tell me,” I say and back her up against the metal fence. Fuck, I wish she’d stop whimpering. It’s confusing my cock, which wants nothing more than to sink into her cunt in this moment.
She’s stunning, even more so than her picture on the app. Her curves are plentiful. That red dress does nothing to hide them from me. I can hear her heart beating frantically, her breathing heavy. Her pale skin is blushed pink, and my eyes fall to the tattoos lining her arms, shoulders, and chest. Evangeline lilacs mixedwith ones I recognize as heathers because they’re a symbol of protection, just as her name means divine protector in my world.
The coincidence doesn’t get past me, but I’ll revisit this later, as I need to know how the fuck can she see my true form.
“Xander,” she whispers, her voice strained from my grip around her neck. Yet, I cannot smell her fear. I see no panic on her face. No, all she’s giving me is lust and excitement. “My name is Evangeline Bishop-Whethers. I’m human.”
I loosen my grip slightly because she’s right. Everything about her is weak. Well, weak only because she is human. I have no idea how strong of a human she could be.
I also sense no magic within her except for the hum of power radiating from her tattoos. A protection spell. Why would she need a protection spell?
Now’s not the time to ask her that question.
My paranoia has clouded my judgment. I let my fear of evil convince me this woman is here to kill me. She may not be supernatural, but she’s different from all the other humans I’ve encountered throughout my years.
I release her neck and sniff in her direction, trying to figure out why she’s special. My cock strains against my pants. It likes this sweet smell on her body.
I need more. I grab her hair to tilt back her head and run my nose along her skin. I inhale deeply, and she gasps and arches her back to press her soft body against mine.
“Did you just growl?” she asks, sounding amused.
I let go of her hair and step back.
“Did I?”
“Yeah,” she smiles and bites her lip. “It sounded like this...”
She proceeds to make a noise that is anything but a growl. It was like a kitten attempting a frightening roar.
It was freaking adorable.
“I could kill you with my bare hands and you’re mocking me?”
She giggles. “Sorry, I’m not mocking, I swear. This is just surreal. I’ve never met a supernatural being before.”
“You know about us?”
“Well, yes and no. My mom used to tell me stories. She said there were bad beings and good ones. I think you’re a good one.”
