I want to ask him again about the females, but I suspect it’s related to their curse, and he made it clear last night he’s not ready to talk about that just yet.
Returning his smile, I say, “I slept like arock. Just like you guys. Get it? Rock?”
“Oh, you’re a little comedian now, is that it?” His dimple finally flashes, the sight of it lighting me up inside.
“Iam downright hilarious.” I stretch up on my toes and try to loop my arms around his neck, but he’s too damn big.
“Need a little help, witchling?” Sliding his hands under my ass, Auggie hauls me up, pulling me close. The sheet bunches up around my waist, exposing my bare pussy.
“Oh, yeah,” he says. “That’sdefinitelybetter.”
“For you or for me?”
“You tell me.” He draws me closer and I wrap my legs around his hips, his cock teasing me from just beneath his loincloth. He’s hard for me again, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips at the feel of him.
“Evening stone,” I say. “Gargoyle equivalent of morning wood.”
He cracks up at that, and I’m laughing right along with him, the mood suddenly brighter than it’s been since he first carried me in here last night.
“What time is it, anyway?” I ask. “I feel like I slept for a week.”
“A bit after seven. We almost woke you earlier, but decided you needed your sleep.” Nodding at my corvid companions on the windowsill, he says, “We only let the ravens in because they were pacing outside the door for an hour and Draegan was worried about the finish on his hardwoods.”
“When is henotworried about his damned hardwoods?” I laugh again, threading my fingers into the back of his silky hair. “Where is everyone else, anyway? Off to the city tonight?”
“Draegan’s on a call with some building inspector or another. Jude’s with Rook in the library, following up on a few leads. Apparently, Rook’s cameras caught someone coming and going from Hunter’s apartment four times in the last two days—a woman dressed in scrubs, carrying out bags of medical waste. They’re waiting for word from our contact at the DMV about the plates on her car, and he’s running her photo through some facial recognition program to see if it matches anyone from the wedding.”
“It wasn’t Hunter’s mother?”
“No—I saw the video. Definitely not Celine Forsythe. Not Eloise, either.”
“Do you think he’s having more procedures done?”
“That’s the thought, but we’re still not sure why. The whole thing is a mystery.” He sighs, then slides a hand down to cup my ass. Through a mischievous grin, he says, “Still sore?”
“A little, yeah. But it’s the good kind of sore, you know?”
“Oh, I know.” He winks, his eyes darkening with lust. In a low rumble that has my thighs clenching, he says, “Do you trust me, witchling?”
After last night, how could I not? He and Jude took care of me. Not just in bed, but through the dark confessions that followed—through all the things I’d been too terrified to admit until my gargoyles held me in their strong arms and made me feel safe and seen.
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitation.
“Glad to hear it.” Another slow smile stretches across his lips, and then he’s carrying me back to the bed, dropping me in the center. “Now turn around, get on your knees, and grab the headboard. Oh, and Westlyn? Lose the sheet.”
The commanding tone in his voice leaves no room for argument. Even the ravens sense the trouble brewing—they leap from the sill and zoom right out the door.
Sparing him one last grin of my own, I do as he asks, my pussy already throbbing with anticipation, all of last night’s aches a distant memory compared to the intense pleasure I know is coming next.
He kicks the door shut as I get into position, then he strips and climbs into bed behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“So lovely,” he whispers, the tips of his claws tracing delicate circles on my bare ass. “So perfect.”
Wet and ready for him, I arch my back and wait for the press of his demanding cock, but it never comes.
Instead, he wraps his hands around my thighs, urging me wider and lowering his mouth to my flesh. He leaves a trail of hot, soft kisses along the curve where my left thigh meets my ass, then moves to the other side, his breath a hot, merciless tease across my pussy.
Back and forth he works his slow, seductive magic, driving me right to the edge but never over it, making my thighs quake with need.
