Page 25 of Hated By the Gargoyle

I screamed, slapping my hands against my eyes but somehow, I could still see from between the spaces of my fingers.

“Oh my God, put that away! What the fuck, Qanek?!”

I would admit, my mouth went dry at the sight of him in all his muscular glory.

But this was a strange experience indeed. How the sight of his cock, erect and shaped differently from any I’d ever seen before, made something inside me stir to life.

There were bumps and ridges beneath it, and the veins that crawled all over it pulsed and glowed.

“Why do you scream?” His brows cut to confusion.

“I don’t want to see all that, Qanek!” I waved a hand in the direction of his crotch, my heart beating wildly in my chest. “Put it away!”

His mouth dropped open and for once, I thought I’d made him speechless. “You insult your husband by turning my cock away from your sight?” He almost sounded… offended.

“You aren’t my husband!”

“I am.”

“You aren’t!”

“Yes, I am.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes, feral creature. Do not deny us. Not when I can smell your weeping cunt from here.”

It was my turn to stammer, speechless at the bold declaration. I gasped, pressing my thighs together, like that could stave off the embarrassing pulse of liquid that rushed from my body. And he could smell it?

I was mortified.

“Qanek, no. I didn’t marry you. Why do you think we’re married?”

“Because you completed the mating ritual with me.”

I shook my head, trying to clear the grog from my mind. “What mating ritual?”

“It is customary to steal a bride. That is the first step in becoming husband and wife,” he explained, his voice impatient. “I stole you.”

“That was an accident!”

“I thought if I gave you back that all would be well. That as long as we did not complete more steps in the ritual, we would be safe from an unwanted bond.”

“Okay…”

“But then you slept in my nest,” he rumbled.

My face flamed.

“And then I hunted for you. I fed you, quenched your thirst.”

I swallowed the sudden dryness in my throat.

“Now, you wear the garments that I provide. The ritual is all but complete. The final step…” He gripped the underside of his cock, giving it a vicious squeeze that made me rub my thighs together once again. “Come, feral creature,” he growled. “Let me spear you and bring you pleasure until you weep. The final ritual must be sated.”