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Despite my best intentions, my gaze drops to the swell of her lovely breasts for one moment before I wrench my focus back to her face. “A gargoyle.” A monster cursed for my sins. I don’t say this. No need to give her any more reason to scorn me.
The woman shivers. She must be freezing up here in the chill night air with no clothes on. I’ve been holding her a little apart from my body to give her some space, but now I tuck her close. I wrap my wings around us both, folding them around her like a cloak.
She gasps, but as soon as she’s in my arms, she lays her head against my chest and sighs. “Oh! You’re warm now. Before you were cold.”
Even my tail curls around her, longing to be allowed contact with this sweet, perfect creature. “I’m not actually made of stone.” At least not now. Now that she has reversed the process of petrifaction almost completely in a single night. I’ll turn back to stone again in the morning, as I have ever since I was cursed. For now, I’m flesh and blood just like any creature. Well mostly. Except for my feet. Except for the scars that run up and down the right side of my body. My time in the weather has not been kind to me. It didn’t bother me until now. Not when I thought I would surrender to it, eventually crumbling to dust. Now, I wonder exactly how hideous she finds me.
The woman gives a little cough. “Well, this is certainly an interesting way to meet. I hope I wasn’t interrupting your sleep or something.”
I laugh. “Look at you. Princess like you could interrupt me any damn night and I’d be lucky. But no. Gargoyles sleep during the daylight hours.”
She hasn’t pushed away from me or struggled to be released. In less than half a minute, she’s speaking to me as if this is the most natural thing in the world. Damn well feels like it. I can’t think of anything more perfect than having her soft curves pressed up against me and breathing in her scent. At my thigh, my cock twitches and yeah, OK, I can imagine one thing that might be more perfect.
That’s all it takes. My thoughts stray into dangerous territory and I’m picturing lifting her until she can wrap her legs around my waist, helping her sink down over my cock. God, it’s thickening, swelling between us until I’m certain she must feel it, too. I have on only a tiny loincloth. I no longer feel the cold or heat. That means there’s nothing to prevent the unruly thing poking her in the belly like some beast.
I should let her go. I really should, but I can’t make my body obey. Instead, I pull her closer still and shudder when her softness gives in all the places I’m hard. “What may I call you, princess?” Her name is Jessie, but I can hardly admit I’ve been leering at her for two nights, now can I?
She smiles up at me and I could swear there’s wickedness in the curve of her lips. “Well, I quite like princess, actually. But I suppose you could call me Jessie. If you prefer. What about you? What are you called? Or do gargoyles not have names?”
“We do.” Damned if I can remember it right this moment, though. Not with the feel of her up against me racing through every vein in my body, sparking flames. Not with her tucked beneath my wings like she belongs here.
Jessie laughs. “Well, are you going to tell it to me?”
“W-William.” By the virgin, I am tripping over my own tongue as if I’ve never seen a woman before. “William du Buisson, at your service.”
She lifts a brow. “Something tells me you really mean that, William. Thank you for saving me by the way.”
“It was my pleasure.” Lord, was it ever.
She grins, glancing down at the place where her smaller body is pressed against my large hard one. I swallow. I’m so hard, God, she definitely knows. “Yes. So I see. I should probably finish my dance.”
“Your dance?”
She nods. “You see, the owner of this theater paid me to come here each night and dance. Only he doesn’t watch. At least I think he doesn’t. But I’m not sure. So I think I’d better keep dancing if I want to get paid.”
I think about letting her. Devil take my soul, I really do. In the end, I find I have a shred of honor left. “It’s for me. He’s trying to wake me. He told me he’d send you here every night until I woke.”
Her eyes widen, but the smile never leaves her face. “Oh! In that case I guess I’ve done what he paid me for tonight.” She pauses and tugs her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “Would you say you’re fully woken, though? Because I could really use the pay for the rest of the week, and this is only night two.”
A grin stretches over my face when I realize what she’s suggesting. “Well in that case, no.” I gesture down toward my perch. “Just look at my...feet. They still need some waking. In fact I’m not certain they’ll be fully woken for another five nights. Perhaps longer.”
She grins back at me “Yeah, that’s a real problem. Let me see what I can do about that, then.”
Her hand skates down my chest and a tingle spreads through my body. Just before she reaches the place where my loincloth is doing a pathetic job of covering my straining erection, she diverts her touch and leaves me aching. I’m breathless and frozen just as surely as I was while the sun shone full in the sky, waiting with anticipation.
Her smile grows more wicked. “You know, there’s an old story about a princess who was poisoned by her evil stepmother and fell into an enchanted sleep so deep everyone thought she was dead. Do gargoyles know human stories?”
I swallow when her fingertips trace up and around my nipples. “We—I used to be human. A long time ago.”
Her brow lifts. “Did you?”
I nod. “All gargoyles were human once. Until we were cursed.” God, please don’t let her ask me about the curse.
Thankfully, she slides both hands up and over my shoulders. “So you know the story?”
I shake my head. “No. I can’t say I do, but perhaps it was first told after I was... transformed.”
Jessie lifts onto her toes, wraps her arms around my neck and brings my lips close to hers. “Well, in the story, the princess is woken by a prince, who gives her true love’s first kiss.”
