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TheStoneSentrieshad come to gather its ashes and discard them to prevent the possibility of it regenerating, but unfortunately all signs of the phoenix had disappeared.Itried not to dwell on that much, not whenIhad so many more positivesIcould focus on, such as exploring more of my past and understanding more of my abilities.WhatI’daccomplished with using my family’s grimoire to overpower the phoenix still blew my mind, encouraging me to delve deeper into that side of my family’s history.Moreresearch and more books—my happy place.
Ialso attempted to find out about my sister, but my research quickly came to a dead end.Myfamily’s roots were shrouded in mystery, likely to keep us safe.
Hugowas convinced the prophecy had to be about me.Adelaidewasn’t the witch who’d come into power—it was me.ThemoreIpracticed magic using my grandmother’s tools, the moreIstarted to believe it.
Andeven more exciting was my developing relationship withHugo.SinceI’dpromised to be his mate, our connection seemed to grow each day—while we explored more about each other each night.Wewere happily in the honeymoon phase of our relationship, which was intensified by the mate bond.
HugoandIspent almost every night together.Heinvited me to move in with him—no pressure.AlthoughIneeded more time beforeIjumped into the next official phase of our relationship,Ispent most nights at his place.
Backat work in the library, normalcy returned.Robertwas back, butIkept all that had happened from him for now.Comingto terms with a world that included supernatural beings was one that had shocked me to the core.Iunderstood why the gargoyles remained hidden.Therewas no need to troubleRobertwith dangerous information, unless he needed to know it.
Ilooked around the library, wondering if my grandmother had other secrets hidden in its walls.Fascinating.Icould spend the rest of my days here happily exploring the secrets in the hidden nooks, with my gargoyle statue at my side.Hecame alive for me once we locked the doors, and one night,Iled him deep into the stacks.
“Whatis it,LittleSparrow?”Hisbrows furrowed with concern.
“Nothing’swrong.”Iran my hand over his muscular torso. “Iwas just hoping you’d help me?—”
WhenIdidn’t finish, he prompted, “Helpyou what?”
Itook a deep breath and told myself not to chicken out.Hugoencouraged me to embrace my sexuality more, andIwas damn sure enjoying it. “Ihave a fantasy,”Iadmitted. “AndIwant to act it out with you.”
Hisgray eyes flashed with more silver, looking devilish. “Anythingfor you.Withyou.Tellme more.”
Ileaned against the stacks, lifted my arms to my sides, and pressed the back of them against the spines. “Righthere,”Isaid, my voice already raspy. “Rightnow.”
“Ohfuck, yes.”Hugogripped me by the waist and lifted me up to kiss me.Thenhe pressed me against the books as he kissed my neck, swirling his tongue around as he worked it down.
Hekneeled before me and slid his hands under my skirt.Thetouch of his large hand gliding up my thigh and then pulling down my panties left me breathless.Hepulled up my skirt and let out a low moan as he licked my inner thighs.Ipressed myself against the stack of books, breathless with anticipation.
Whenhe gently ran his long tongue along my slit,Iwhimpered with relief and a desperate need for more.Hecomplied, worshipping me with his large tongue in the way that drove me wild.Thesight of all those books around me reminded me how forbidden this was, which made it even hotter.
Afterdriving me to explode on his tongue twice,Iwas already near spent.
Herose, towering over me, and murmured, “We’rejust getting started, my mate.”
Wewere indeed.Withsome experimentation with maneuvering our bodies,Hugomanaged to lift me up over him and helped me slide down on his massive cock.Heheld me there against the stacks asIground down on him, moaning at his epic size.Beingthere was so naughty, yet so exciting, that didn’t take long for me to crash down on him, gasping out his name.
“Fuck,Anya,I’mright there with you.”Hethrust into me so hard that strangled yelps flew out of my mouth.Thenhe released a guttural groan and stilled.
Werecovered there, our bodies slick and hearts pounding for several seconds.WhenIfinally pulled my head up,Ismiled at him. “Thatwas better than any fantasy.”
Hechuckled. “Iwant to hear all of them and act them out with you.”
Amonth ago,Iwouldn’t have put having sex with a gargoyle ever on any list, but now thatI’dhad that experience, it shot to the top.
Thenext day,Iwas still on a high from our forbidden tryst in the stacks.Isnuck glances at my stone statue, sharing our naughty secret, whileIinteracted with patrons with cheerful professionalism.
Awoman entered the library and headed in my direction.Sheappeared familiar, but it took me a moment to place her.Itwas the blonde woman who’d given me the book.Herface appeared more relaxed now—nothing like the fearful expression when she’d begged me to hide the book.
Despiteher relaxed demeanor, my muscles tightened as she approached.Afterall, my life had been turned upside down since our last encounter, which had been triggered by her giving me the book.Frommy peripheral view,Icaught sight of my gargoyle, watching in stone, andIexhaled.Ithad all turned out phenomenal in the end.
Thewoman approached my desk.Whenshe caught my gaze, her lips turned upward in a small, friendly smile. “Hello,Anya,” she greeted me.
Itilted my head, wary. “DoIknow you?”
“Yes, in a way.It’sbeen a long time since we last saw each other.”
Ipursed my lips. “Whenyou brought that book here.Why?”
