Page 34 of Hated By the Gargoyle

My eyes flew open and I gasped, staring up at the darkening cave to find Qanek holding himself above me, arms caged on either side of me.

The bite of my hips was painful as they spread wide around his thick body.

His chest was alight with that eerie red fire, creating a glow around our naked forms.

A single glance down showed he’d torn off his loin cloth and his cock was notched between my legs, his tip kissing my entrance, though not penetrating.

I’d gone to bed with clothes on, but I was naked now.

The idea didn’t frighten me so much as it startled me.

“Q-Qanek…” My voice was breathless. “What are you doing?”

His mismatched eyes seemed to glow like orbs in the darkness.

“Your body called to mine in sleep.” A purr emanated from within his chest. “I scented you and your body came towards mine. You touched me. You felt me. You want me, wife.” His hips pressed forward, his tip sliding into my folds.

I gasped at the sensation, dropping my head back and feeling the touch all the way down to my spine.

I looked down again where our bodies were nearly joined.

The sight of him there took the breath from my lungs. His cock was wide, so wide I knew it would be a tight fit. He would split me open, have me screaming. And the veins all along his cock glowed and moved like they were alive.

“Qanek…”

“I must have you, wife.”

The haze of lust in my head made it hard to think. All I could do was feel. No… I halted those thoughts. They were overpowering. I had to remind myself why this was a bad idea.

“You don’t want me, Qanek.”

A frustrated, angry sound came out of him and he pressed forward, slipping inside me just another millimeter. “Does this feel like I do not want you?”

It felt like he did, but my doubts were loud. I should push him away. Put a stop to this. He didn’t want me. I wasn’t the wife he wanted. I was just someone he was settling for…

“I am a gargoyle of my word.” He leaned down, so close that his forked tongue flicked out and caught me between the seams of my lips. I tasted fire. Cinnamon and spice. “I will care for you because you are my wife. I will mate with you and only you, because you are my wife.” His tongue slid over the pulse at my neck, and a second later the sharp ends of his teeth grazed me there. “And when I fill you with my seed and make you scream, it is because you are my wife.” He pulled up, staring at me with something tender in his gaze. I’d never seen him look so kind, or so honest. “You are the wife I want, Lucero. If you trust me in nothing else, trust me in that.”

Something in my chest heated at his words. Though I had my doubts, hadn’t I noticed the truth in the past few days? The way he was trying his hardest to accommodate me. Before, he’d been eager to get rid of me, but now he actually acted like he enjoyed being in my presence. Like he liked me. He did, I could tell that much for sure.

And, really, would it be so bad to give in?

Would it be so bad to be a gargoyle’s wife? To be protected, loved, cared for, and provided for… forever?

“Get up,” I ordered, shoving against Qanek’s chest.

He did not hesitate to remove himself from my body, rolling off me and lying on his wings to stare up at the ceiling. His breathing was harsh, and that fire in his chest burned bright.

As soon as he was lying flat, I climbed over his body, spreading my legs wide enough to hurt just so I could straddle him.

That cock was softer than the rest of his body. Smoother. Wetter.

I grinded against the length, lifting on my knees so his tip tickled my entrance once again. I bit back my groan. He felt soooo good.

“Feral creature…” His head arched back.

“Qanek.” I lowered my hand, driven by some instinct that I couldn’t name. Maybe it was the feral creature in me, but I didn’t care. My hand wrapped around Qanek’s horn and I squeezed as hard as I could and yanked.

Qanek nearly roared, lifting willingly, and a rocky, whimpering, needy sound came out of his throat that brought me far too much pleasure.