The Gargoyle and the Executioner’s Daughter
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I’m still trying to wrap my head around all that. How his species can go decades without seeing their loved ones. But something bigger is confusing me…
“So, that forest dude said you could impregnate me,” I say, feeling my cheeks blush a little. “What would our kids look like?”
“Gargoyles have the dominant gene,” he says. “They would be gargoyles.”
My eyes drift up to the long sharp horns coming out of his brow. “Wouldn’t that… hurt?”
He smiles when he sees where I’m looking. “The horns only grow in during puberty.”
“Oh, thank the gods,” I say with a breath of relief.
He laughs. “You’ll be fine, Ravena. Many women have done it before.”
The fire keeps crackling although I haven’t thrown one log into it since we arrived, and neither has Tharion.
He leans back and those sexy silvery eyes roam down the length of my body. “I can’t wait to see you round with my child.”
My hand slides onto my stomach.
“Yeah?” I ask, moving a little closer to him. “Will you give me back rubs every day and massage my feet whenever I ask?”
He reaches over and takes my bare foot in his big hand. “I will spoil you in any way you desire,” he says as he starts massaging my foot. I moan as my body melts under his hands. His hands are strong enough to crush my bones, but he’s so gentle with me, massaging with the perfect amount of pressure. “When you’re pregnant, now, every day for the rest of your life, I’ll spoil you, my mate.”
I close my eyes and moan as he rubs my heel and then slides his fingers between my toes.
A warm shiver slips up my leg and settles low in my belly. I don’t know why having my foot rubbed should feel this good, but every slow press of his thumbs seems to travel straight between my thighs. My breathing gets deeper. My skin feels warmer.
His tail wraps around my leg and it makes my pussy pulse with heat. I don’t know why that tail gets me so turned on, but it does.
I open my eyes and find him watching me.
That does it.
Gods, he’s sexy.
He’s even more beautiful in the glow of the fire.
Heat pools low and heavy in my body as I realize I could go as far as I want right now. I could do every little naughty thing I read about in those dirty books I keep hidden in my closet.
I could keep my clothes on and enjoy the foot massage, or I could pull him in for another delicious kiss, or I could strip everything off and have him rock my world.
Knowing all of those options are open to me gives me a naughty little thrill.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispers low. His big hand is wrapped around my foot, his fingers stroking slowly over my skin while those silver eyes stay locked on mine, and suddenly I’m very turned on by how close he is. How strong he is. How gentle he’s being with me.
My toes curl in his hand.
“Tharion,” I whisper, and even I can hear how different my voice sounds now.
Lower.
Needier.
I want him. Badly.
“Yes, my mate?” he says, almost in a growl.
I grab the spade-like tip of his tail and start stroking it as he massages my heel. It feels like velvet. His tail shivers and I smile.