“Only twenty-four hours?” Tracy repeated, her mouth dropping open.
“Yes. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to spend it with you.”
Why did this revelation bother her so when just an hour or two ago, she thought he was a statue?
She nodded. “I have tomorrow night off.” Her eyes traveled from the brilliant blue eyes and beguiling face down his bronzed, sculpted torso. “But first, tell me more about your kind.”
“Most gargoyles stay in stone form and only change when they must act. Others take their human form at will and fly the skies under cover of night.”
“Why can they change while you can’t?”
“They bonded with a human.”
“How?”
Danton inhaled again before answering. “Gargoyles have a natural inclination to protect humans. Sometimes one human in particular. For me, that human is you.”
“Me?” Tracy put her hand on her chest in amazement. “Why me? Is there some reason I need protection?”
“Have you forgotten your friend on the bar floor already?”
Tracy blushed and then lifted her chin stubbornly. “I can take care of him myself.”
A smile twitched at the corner of his lips. “Oh yes, the miniature weapon.”
“Mock me if you will. You wouldn’t be smiling if I sprayed it at you.”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t.” Danton scanned her retro-styled two-bedroom apartment. “Why do we connect with some people and not with others? We can’t explain it.”
He turned to catch her gaze, which caused her to inhale sharply. God, he was brilliant to look at. Kind of like the sun—mesmerizing, but if you stared too long…
“The more I’ve watched you,” he continued, “the more captivated I’ve become. You are the most sensual woman I’ve seen. The modern pink hair, the sexy black outfits, your voluptuous figure. I teeter near madness when I see men ogling you.”
“Oh,” Tracy said. Up until now, she wasn’t aware that the gargoyle statue could even see, let alone lust for her. The sexual curiosity within her spread like fire from her core to all her nerves. How much longer could she resist jumping on this stone god?
“The way you’re looking at me right now has me harder than stone.”
Why shouldn’t she? Their time together was so limited.
“You have that tough independence many females have today, yet there’s a vulnerability in you. The way you take care of people, especially your family. You speak so fondly of them.”
Tracy’s jaw dropped. This man—no, gargoyle—knew too much about her personal life. Not only did he know all her deepest secrets, his inquisitive gaze bore into her as if he could see into her soul. One part of her wanted to tell him to mind his own business and sod off. The other part was drawn further into the neverending ocean of his eyes. Her body was winning the battle of attraction over reason. And she could barely resist reaching under the towel to see how hard he really was.
“Do you have—feelings for me?” she asked.
He nodded. “Deeply.”
“Oh.” She considered this. “Sexual ones?”
“I hunger for you, Tracy.”
Tracy had heard every line and lewd remark imaginable. She usually brushed them off, unless they were so out of line she had to put a guy in his place. The velvety smooth way Danton spoke left her trembling. “Your touch has driven me to the edge,” he said earnestly. “Every time you touched me, I yearned to come to you as a man. Touch your curves the way you touched my stone.”
Her lips parted, although she was at a loss for words. What could she say? What was she thinking? There was too much to process and none of it made any sense.
Was this some twisted dream where a god of a man walks into her life for twenty-four hours and then disappears forever?
She finally found words. “Are you—a man right now?”
He leaned closer to her and took her hand, placing it on his cheek. The fire that shot through her body told her this was very, very real. And he was flesh, not stone. Enticing, sensuous flesh.
“Do I feel like a man to you?”
Tracy’s voice sounded strangled before she managed to say, “Yes. Oh god, yes.”
Her hand acted on its own volition as it moved down his perfectly sculpted cheek and onto his chiseled chest. She traced the indentations down his sculptured abs until she met the terrycloth of the towel at his waist.
Reason returned to her lust-addled mind. What was she doing? Statues don’t just turn into men, let alone gloriously naked men who claim they’re attracted to you.
When Danton placed his index finger on her lower lip and ran it from one side to the other, she hoped he couldn’t feel it trembling beneath his exquisite touch.
“So soft. How long I’ve wanted to kiss them.”
Danton leaned closer to her, setting all her senses aflame. Had the trembling in her lips extended to other parts of her body? Her heart rate had escalated so rapidly, yet when he was a mere two inches from her, she thought it might have stopped beating altogether.
The moment his full, sensual lips touched hers, an involuntary moan of relief escaped her. His tongue penetrated her mouth tenderly, making all reason leave her. She thought she would melt into the couch. What he was or whether she was hallucinating didn’t matter. She couldn’t let this moment end, especially with their time together being so limited.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues entwined, exploring and savoring each other. He captured her mouth in a hungry, pressing kiss. Then she pulled him back onto her as she leaned on the armrest. His massive body dwarfed hers.
“Tracy,” he murmured as he kissed her lips, her ears, her neck. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this far too long.”
His silky lips and tongue shot darts of pleasure through her, fueling the fire burning ever more brightly within.
“Oh don’t stop.”
Her words spurred him on as his tongue swirled around her generous cleavage. She arched her back to offer him more of her and he used the opportunity to reach around her back. He loosened the red laces and ties that held her tiny dress together. The constricting bodice of the dress made it unnecessary to wear a bra and her full breasts spilled out.
“Merde,” he uttered under his breath. “You are beautiful.”
She jutted her round breasts out to invite him in. He cupped one of them, stroking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan. His warm, velvety mouth covered her nipple, laving it in a spiral pattern with his tongue while he grasped the other breast.
Her head rolled back as she yielded to pleasure she’d never encountered before. Danton’s slow, sensual exploration of her breasts made all her previous experiences with men fondling them seem like clumsy assaults.
“Yes, Danton.”
His hands moved down to the back of her waist where another set of laces twined down in an intricate pattern, covering her full ass with the tight black vinyl.
“Let me,” she said. “It’s complicated.”
She maneuvered out of his grasp and reached back to unravel the fastenings. He watched her with a predatory gleam in his eye. The idea of being hunted by this man thrilled her all the more. She laughed softly and pushed him back onto the couch. She slinked out of the dress slowly, teasing him. The more skin she exposed, the hungrier his gaze. He leaned toward her, reaching for her in a possessive manner.
“Not yet,” she admonished.
He rubbed his hand over his mouth as if trying for self-control. She slid the dress down to her ankles and removed it. The admiration in his gaze as he watched her encouraged her to continue the slow striptease, which awoke a new form of sexuality within her. She’d had her share of partners, but mostly in a quick weekend hookup after work. Nobody special. And never as intimate and as sensual as now with Danton.
She moved a finger under the delicate lace of her thong, sliding it down the same path as the dress.
He inhaled sharply. “You ar
e stunning.”
All that remained were her sheer black thigh-high stockings. She began to unroll one when he stopped her.
“Leave those on.” He put a hand up. “They’re so sexy.”
His words and velvet voice increased her longing and she fought the urge to hurry. But the slow seduction was exhilarating, something she’d never before experienced, and she didn’t want it to end too soon.
“As you wish,” she purred.
She kneeled on the floor and crawled to him languidly, her eyes locked on his, her body longing to be connected with him. At the same time, she relished the heightening anticipation inflaming every part of her body and mind.
Kneeling between his legs this time, she smiled coquettishly. “Now let’s see once again what you have under here. If I remember correctly, it was quite impressive.” She reached for the terrycloth towel and a moment of anticipation hit her, like unwrapping an elegant birthday package. When she opened the towel, his cock sprang out, rock-hard, generous and ready.
She swallowed in both excitement and nervousness at the pleasure it promised and, from its size, maybe a little pain. A bead of liquid escaped the tip so she leaned forward and licked it away, kissing the swollen head. A feral groan escaped him, spurring her on. His aroma was clean and musky all at once, a very masculine scent that sent more moisture between her thighs. She grasped the thick girth and licked it from tip to base and back up again.
“Mon Dieu.” His voice was now raspy.
She wrapped her mouth around the mushroom head, flicking her tongue around it, while she worked his shaft with her hands. Her mouth then followed the path of her hand down his cock. She could only get so far due to his size. He wove his fingers through her hair, moaning in pleasure.
She moved her hands and mouth in concert up and down in a quickening rhythm until he stopped her.
“I’ll explode if you do that any longer. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. And your mouth feels amazing on me.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m enjoying this.”
“I promise you’ll enjoy it even more if we slow things down.” He pulled into an upright position and then scooped her into his arms. “I want to savor every moment.”
He motioned toward her bedroom. “Your room?”
“Yes.”
An odd thought entered her mind—she wondered if she’d made the bed. She didn’t want him to think she was a slob. How could she have known a statue would spring to life at work tonight, driving her so insane with lust she’d bring him home?
The bed was made and he laid her on the floral coverlet of her fluffy down comforter. She pulled the covers aside hastily. Danton’s eyes raked over her from head to toe before he picked up one stocking-covered leg and kissed the bottom of her foot.
She giggled. “That tickles.”
He didn’t release her leg, instead kissing from her ankle up over her shin to above her knee, keeping his eyes locked on hers the whole time. When he reached the end of the lace seam at the top of the stocking, he held her gaze for a moment before closing his eyes to taste the flesh of her inner thighs.
She threw her head back on the pillow, moaning in appreciation.
“Oh Danton. That’s torture. Exquisite torture.”
“Do you want something more from me?” he murmured.
“I want everything from you.”
Danton kissed, licked and nibbled from one thigh to the other. She squirmed beneath him, wanting more, needing more. His lips caressed her skin as gentle as a breeze and then his tongue explored her flesh much more boldly, not letting her escape. She scented her excitement in the air, the unmistakable aroma of her own desire. When he finally pierced the sensitive folds of her pussy with his tongue, she cried out in both relief and surprise.
Danton continued the deliberate assault on all her senses while his tongue discovered her most secret desires. She ran one hand through the silky strands of his long warrior locks. Her frantic breathing and throaty moans encouraged his exploration. When he drove her to a point of no return, insane with the unrelenting pressure on her most sensitive spot, she dropped her hand to claw the sheets of her bed.
She was there, so close, almost there. One more flick of his skilled tongue sent her crashing over the edge. Her legs stiffened and toes curled, spiraling her desire to an atmospheric height before crashing down into a thousand shattered pieces.
“Oh Danton. That was phenomenal. There are no words.”
“Let me keep going.” The lightest caress of his tongue shot her head off the pillow.
“Not yet.”
“So sensitive.” He moved up over her body and smiled, making his eyes crinkle. “I love how your body responds to my touch.”
Danton rubbed his massive cock against her folds. The sensation brought her back to earth, sending a renewed desire for him welling deep inside her. She wanted him. Needed him. Now.
Tracy fumbled through her nightstand for a condom.
“Quick. Put this on.” She tore open the packet and rolled the first few inches of the condom out, sliding it over his tip.
“What is this?” He asked. “Some sort of sexual device?”
“It’s a condom,” she explained. “It’s protection against diseases and pregnancy.”
“What do you do with it?”
“Roll it down like this.” She continued rolling it down his shaft, but it only went so far. “My god, you’re big. I can barely get it on you.”
“My kind doesn’t carry diseases like those you are worried about.”
“What about pregnancy? Can you get humans pregnant?”
He nodded. “Yes. Our species can mate with each other.”
“Then we need to use this.” She rolled it down the best she could manage in her heightened state of arousal. “Good, that’s done.” She pulled his massive dick into her slickened folds. “Fuck me, Danton. I can’t wait any longer.”
Danton followed her request, growling under his breath as he eased into her. She tightened instinctively at the thick penetration.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, just hold on a sec.” Tracy took a couple of deep breaths to relax herself and welcome him in. “I’m ready.” She grabbed his waist to coax him in farther. This time he entered her with less resistance, but she still moaned at his girth invading her. When he was finally in, she sighed in exhilaration. Never had she felt someone like this inside her. She thanked the gods it wasn’t her first time. A poor virgin wouldn’t know what she was getting herself into.
Thinking about Danton with another woman shot a possessive streak through her. She didn’t want him to be with anyone else but her. How was that possible? They’d technically just met. And he’d be turning, locked in stone until his next act of bravery.
“You feel so good, Tracy. So wet and welcoming.”
He reached down to rub her clit and she moaned again.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” she murmured in a voice that sounded much huskier than her normal one.
He leaned down to kiss her, his long blond hair cascading around them both. The coil of desire down below spread up to her lips as their tongues mingled. She tasted herself on his lips, a heady reminder of his talents. Desire spread to her entire body, sending warmth and tingling sensations throughout her, she couldn’t even pinpoint the focal point of her ecstasy.
The deeper he penetrated, moving harder and faster each time, the more he kept up the pressure on her clit. His cock hammering into her core almost made her lose focus. She grabbed him tightly around his shoulder blades and bit into his shoulder to stifle a scream of both pleasure and pain.
“Go ahead. Let loose,” he said.
His words combined with the knowledge they had only one night together spurred her to lose any inhibition. She lifted her hips, rising to buck against him with each thrust. The increasing friction made her quiver with need and she clasped him tighter as they climbed to a feverish pitch. Fera
l sounds escaped her as she reached into his hair. When she climaxed, she screamed out in a way she’d never done before as she pulsated around him and sent him to the edge.
“Oh god, Tracy. Yes!”
He pummeled his throbbing cock so deeply into her she cried out. After he came, he lay on top of her, pushing his hair away. His quickened breath warmed her neck as their hearts pounded against one another.
When their breathing slowed down enough so they could talk, Tracy asked, “How much time do we have left?” She glanced at her alarm clock, which indicated it was almost three a.m.
He pulled her into his arms. “Not long enough.”
Chapter Three
Tracy woke up in warmth. Strong male arms enclosed her and it took a moment to remember. When she recalled her night with Danton, she was positive what she experienced wasn’t a dream. The man behind her held her in a protective embrace, reminding her of who and what he was.
A gargoyle.
Holy shit!
Her heart pounded. Gargoyles existed. They could transform into men. The statue she spoke to many times in Vamps had turned into a mouthwatering Viking warrior with the cock of a god who’d fucked her like no other man had before.
The man in her bed whose arms were entwined around her.
Tracy sat up and his arm fell down across her lap. His blond hair splayed across the pillow like a crown and over his face. She moved a strand of hair from his cheek. His face appeared peaceful, so young. She wondered how old he actually was. Decades? Centuries?
Her movement must have stirred him as his eyes fluttered and then opened.
“Bon matin, mon ange.”
She knew enough high school French to respond. “Bon matin, Danton.”
He laughed. “Did I slip into French?”
She nodded.
“My native language. But you understood what I said?”
“Yes, you said ‘good morning, my angel’. Je parle un peu français.”
“Très bien.” He brushed a finger over her lower lip and let it drag down over her chin. “You pronounce it very well.”
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