Page 11 of Stone Heart
Avalena silently nodded. Tears marred her face as she stood from her kneeling place. She slipped on her robe and tied it around herself then headed to the door and turned to him again.
Her eyes widened at the look on his face. She must have changed her mind about whatever she was going to say and opened the door.
Vikuth stood outside his office with a little bundle of a human in his arms. He strode through the door in his natural form, gently cradling the woman to his chest.
Rhodack took a step back, feeling like he’d been hit in the chest by a powerful entity. He shakily moved forward with his gaze clamped on the blonde hair displayed against Vikuth’s dark skin.
“Who is that?” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat and slowly walked over to Vikuth.
“I’m not sure. She passed out before I could get her name,” Vikuth admitted. His black eyes met Rhodack’s. “This is where the energy is coming from. It’s her.”
Rhodack released a curse and leaned closer to get a look at the beauty. Her blonde locks appeared to be soft as silk. Her smooth skin was flawless, and he found himself aching to caress every inch of her body. Her black dress had his cock lengthening in his pants. He wanted to see more. He wanted to taste her. Feel her surround his cock as she took him deep within her body.
He jumped back.
What the fuck was that?
He tried to regain control of himself. He glanced back at Vikuth and found curiosity in his friend’s eyes.
“What do you want me to do with her?” Vikuth asked, waiting for orders. “You told me to bring her to you.”
Rhodack swallowed a few gulps of air. For the first time in his long life, he was rendered speechless. His focus had yet to move from the small female in Vikuth’s arms.
“Take her to my chambers.”
A slight gasp caught his attention at the door. Avalena stood there, frozen.
“Didn’t I tell you to leave?” he snapped, moving to stand in front of her line of sight, shielding the blonde beauty.
She nodded and scurried from the room.
“Your chambers, Rho?” Vikuth echoed. Confusion lined his face.
“Did I stutter?” Rhodack turned to meet the shocked gaze of his right-hand man.
Vikuth using Rhodack’s childhood nickname let him know it was his friend questioning his decision, not his head of security.
This little wisp of a woman wouldn’t be leaving his sight. Gargoyles only mated with the strongest of their kind or other paranormals.
This woman in front of them wasn’t a gargoyle.
And she certainly wasn’t human.
But for some odd reason, Rhodack knew without a doubt that she was his mate.
Rina buried down fartherinto the soft pillows. She inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh aroma and paused. She frowned, not recognizing the smell.
It certainly wasn’t the fabric softener she used. She rolled on her side and paused again, cracking open her eyes. She gasped and flew to a sitting position.
She frantically took in her surroundings, finding herself in a strange, masculine bedroom. The bed she was in was large enough to hold at least five adults.
“Where am I?” she whispered. She glanced down at herself. The black dress Chelsey had bought her had been replaced with an oversized man’s t-shirt. The scent of whomever the shirt belonged to seemed embedded in her pores.
She looked around the strange bedroom. A man slept in a large chair in the corner. Her hand flew to her mouth to hold her scream in. Her heart slammed against her chest as she sat, frozen.
She studied him and, God, he was sexy as sin. Her nipples pushed against the soft cotton material of her borrowed shirt. His dark hair was long enough for a woman to run her fingers through it. He was tall with broad shoulders, every inch of his body lined with muscles. She bit her lip and finished assessing him.
She gazed around—no windows for her to escape through. She slid to the edge of the bed, unsure of where she could run. There were a couple of doors in the room she could try and see where they led.
