Gargoyle's Mate (17 page)

***

“Thank you for dinner,” Fatima said as they left the quaint little restaurant nestled on a narrow street. It was a favorite of the locals looking for a place to get good food without all the tourist traffic.

“Don’t mention it. I’m trying to atone for my rude comment earlier about the baby. Have you decided about whether or not to keep it?” he inquired.

“I still don’t know. This baby could be perfectly normal, not possessing any of the gargoyle traits of its father.” Confusion etched her voice, although a part of her, a very large part of her, was completely opposed to the possibility of an abortion.

“Or it could possess all of them. Genetics can be very funny,” he added.

Fatima didn’t need him to tell her that.

“Listen, whatever you decide just know I support you a hundred and ten percent.”

“Thanks for everything. I owe you more than I could ever repay you for all you’ve done for me.”

“What a cozy little scene I’ve come across,” Lorn sneered as he stepped out of the shadows of a nearby alley. His mind was still absorbing the most important part of their conversation. He’d stood silently listening to every word as the couple approached his secluded hiding space. He was going to be a father. Lorn took in her revealing white mini dress and his blood boiled over the thought of her wearing it for the human’s pleasure. There was no mistaking the obvious bond between the two. His heart ached at the idea of her giving herself to another man.

Fatima stumbled as she came to an abrupt halt, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Leave her alone, Gargoyle,” Gordy spoke up, pushing her protectively behind him, his actions reminding Lorn there was no time for foolish emotions or self-pity. He needed to remember her betrayal.

“So you have appointed yourself protector of my mate?”

When she first caught sight of Lorn, Fatima thought he was nude, but the light from the street lamp caught the tan material of what appeared to be a loincloth tied around his waist. Unbound raven colored hair draped his shoulders. Primitive and dangerous was the first thought that came to mind.

Lorn closed the distance between them slowly, each step thudding in her ears while she peered over Gordy’s shoulder at the man who had changed her life.

“She’s not your mate, and if memory serves me she left you.”

“Yes, she did.” He stopped in front of them, his eyes meeting hers. For a moment Fatima thought she saw something akin to pain cross his features.

“Gordy, don’t provoke him,” she whispered, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.

Lorn’s gaze was immediately drawn to the comforting touch. “I believe it’s too late for warnings,
mon cher
.”

“Lorn, it’s me you’re mad at, let him go and we can talk.”

He gave a laugh sounding dangerously like a growl. “Do you think I’ve searched this long for us to talk? I assure you, my dear, the time for conversation is over.”

“If you think you’re going to…” Gordy’s words trailed off with a loud yelp as he was hurled across the narrow road. He landed with a thud in a silent heap.

“Gordy!” she gasped. She wanted to check to make sure he was all right but was stopped by an unseen force.

“If you touch him again I swear I will kill him.”

“Lorn, please just leave. I promise we won’t tell anyone about you or your kind. We’d probably be locked away if we did,” she assured him.

“And what of my son, or are you still undecided about him?”

“How…”

“If you think I would leave my child with you and the succubus slave for one more second you have another think coming." He closed in on her, folding her in his steely embrace. Fatima felt more than saw the transformation into his gargoyle form. In a matter of seconds they were airborne, putting distance between them and the city of Avalon in record time. Fatima sent up a silent prayer for Gordy and another for herself because from the look Lorn had given her, she would need all the divine intervention she could get.

***

Their landing was softer than she’d anticipated in his current state, but she was grateful for small favors. She’d just gotten her bearings when he escorted her into a sprawling log cabin nestled between dense redwoods.

“It’s good to see your trip was successful, brother,” Jean greeted him. “Hello, little sister.” He smiled warmly at her.

“Hello,” Fatima managed before she was nearly dragged behind the loincloth clad Lorn. He took the stairs up to the second floor two at a time while she stumbled behind him.

When he finally relinquished his hold on her arm she was grateful it remained attached. She took several steps into the bedroom they’d entered to put distance between them. Fatima watched in awe as the bedroom door closed behind him without so much as a backwards glance from Lorn. Fear crept up her spine as she realized the full extent of his powers was still unknown to her.

“What are you going to do with me?” she asked nervously.

“Whatever I want,” came his harsh reply. “Remove your clothes.”

“You can’t be… serious.”

“I am not interested in debating the issue. Either you take them off or I will.”

Seeing the seriousness in his stare she complied, kicking off the strappy heeled sandals. The white halter dress she wore tied at the neck, allowing for a one tug release. His already smoldering gaze turned to an inferno as the dress slid easily off her body, revealing dark firm breasts and upturned nipples puckering in the chilly room. Silk bikini briefs hugged her rounded hips.

“Did you wear those for him?” he rasped.

“No.” her voice came out in a barely audible squeak.

“Don’t lie to me,” he barked. “I smell his scent on you. Your body reeks of him.” He advanced on her so quickly his form blurred in front of her eyes. She froze when the thin fabric of her panties was ripped from her body, leaving her completely bare.

Lorn scooped her up into his arms then made for the connecting bathroom. He settled her in the shower before adjusting the temperature of the harsh spray. His loincloth was discarded quickly before he joined her in the small space.

“No,” she protested as he began to vigorously scrub her from head to toe. “We didn’t do anything,” she cried, her skin feeling raw from every place he touched.

After, she stood like a child while he dried her with as much energy as he expended in the cleaning process. She held back the tears threatening to fall at his harsh treatment.

“Put this on.” He grabbed some garments from a nearby wardrobe and tossed them on the bed.

She grabbed up the familiar items, pulling them on with vigor.

“We will be returning to France in the morning after breakfast,” he informed her. “Sleep now – my son needs the rest,” were his parting words.

***

“Brother, you know she did not sleep with the human,” Jean said to the brooding man next to him after thirty minutes of silence.

“I know,” Lorn replied. He’d known from the moment he had her alone, but felt the need to remove the faint scent from her daily contact with the male.

“Perhaps you should talk to her. I’m sure there are reasons why she left with him.”

“Save your sage advice for someone else, little brother. I thank you for your help in the search and for the use of your home, but how I choose to handle my mate is no one’s concern,” he said quietly, before leaving the room.

For a brief moment Lorn contemplated returning to the bedroom where his mate slept but thought better of it. In his current state there was no telling how he would react to being so close to her. For the sake of her and their unborn child it was better if he kept his distance for now.

***

“Fatima!” Gordy came to with a start, looking around the familiar room of their bungalow with questioning eyes.

“Where is she?” he asked the woman snuggled up at his side.

“Her gargoyle has come for her, don’t you remember?” the succubus offered softly.

He fell back against the plush pillows. He did remember. The creature, in human form, had come out of an alley and attacked him before he had a chance to get one punch off.

“Yes, I remember. We have to get her back.”

“Impossible. The gargoyle is aware of my assistance and will make sure he takes all necessary precautions to prevent any such happenstance in the future.”

“You can’t think I will just leave her to him.”

“What other choice do you have, unless you have a death wish?” She began a slow massage on his chest and belly. “Does this woman really mean so much to you?”

“Yes,” he answered after a slow intake of breath. She held his cock firmly in her hands, massaging him until he grew rigid.

“Then you shall have her,” she said.

He would have questioned her statement but was silenced as she transformed into the object of his obsession. He blinked rapidly as the dark woman straddled his waist.

“Is this what you want?” she asked.

He nodded slowly. Even her voice sounded like Fatima’s

“What would you have me do, Gordy?”

“Take my cock into your warm pussy, baby,” he murmured, licking his lips in anticipation. She hovered over him, rubbing his flesh vigorously until he moaned aloud.

“Like this.” She eased down onto his length, her sheath swallowing the hardness inside of her.

“Oh, yes.” He arched into her while she rode him gently at first, her rhythm seeming to gain momentum from his lustful moans.

Gordy watched with half closed eyes as Fatima’s perfect breasts bounced for his enjoyment. He reached for the globes, tweaking each nipple.

“Harder,” she ordered.

He complied eagerly, exerting pressure until she cried out in pleasure. She ground her hips into him with such force he thought they would meld permanently.

“That’s it, baby, fuck me. I’ve wanted you for so long; I knew it would be like this.”

“Less talking, more fucking,” she gasped, leaning forward, which allowed him to take her hard nipples in his mouth.

“So sweet,” he said from around one dark nub, biting firmly until she yelped.

“It’s so good, so good,” he chanted, feeling the buildup beginning. He wanted to prolong the sensation for as long as possible, but the faster she slammed over his arousal the less likely he was to last.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he groaned.

“Oh, yes, fill me up with your cum. My body is so hungry for you,” she begged, convulsing around him until he complied. Her vaginal walls contracted to milk every drop.

Just when Gordy thought he couldn’t give any more he felt her thirsty channel drinking him dry.

“Give me a minute, baby,” he complained, trying to dislodge her rotating hips from him.

“No, I want more,” Her voice was strained as she pushed his arms away with unbelievable strength.

Gordy tried to force a laugh. “I promise in a minute, five tops.”

“No… must have more… now,” she panted, riding him harder.

Gordy heard the distinct sound of bones cracking before the pain registered in his brain.

“Get off me!” he said, panic-stricken, trying frantically to dislodge her.

“I want it all, all of you.” She pounded into him with added force.

He tried to speak but found his vocal cords didn’t work beyond allowing for several squeaking sounds to emit. His body throbbed painfully while the woman rode him fiercely. He was weakened from the continuous sucking of her hungry pussy. For a brief moment he wondered why Fatima would do this to him, but through the haze of pain remembered it wasn’t her. It was the succubus, the demon who was sucking the very life out of his body. His last thoughts were of how he should have listened to Fatima’s warnings.

Chapter Twelve

The trans-Atlantic flight ended as the private plane landed in the Lyon airport. Fatima expected them to drive the remainder of the way only to be escorted to a helicopter. She settled in the back seat while Lorn rode shotgun. He’d said little more than two words to her the entire time with the exception of ordering her to eat.

“My son will require sustenance beyond the meager snacks you call meals,” he informed her.

If she had any doubts as to why he wanted her back, his comment said it all. Like the women discussed in his mother’s journal, she was going to be used as a brood mare for him. How long would be keep her before passing her on to the next gargoyle? She wondered, staring out the window. She felt like a prisoner being returned to jail after a failed escape. Their silent ride was filled with thoughts of horrendous forms of punishment she might endure at Lorn’s hands. Would he beat her once he got her to his estate?

Pierre was present as she entered the castle.

“Hello,
m
adame
.” He bowed. Fatima paused at the sight of him without the black cap. Pointed ears jutted upward from underneath thick white hair which hung halfway down his back.

“Hello, Pierre.”

“It is good to have you home.” Sincerity etched his voice.

Home?
Is that what it is supposed to be?
She thought as she smiled politely.

“Take her upstairs,” Lorn ordered without preamble. “I’ll be in my offices.”

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Pierre commented once they reached the second story landing.

For what
, she almost asked, but immediately remembered her pregnancy.

“Thank you,” she replied. He led her to the bedroom she’d previously shared with Lorn. It seemed like a lifetime ago since she’d been in his home enjoying all the wonderful lessons in lovemaking he had to share. She paused just outside the room, remembering how things were the last time she’d slept there.

“Can I bring you anything up before you retire?”

“No, thank you,” she answered graciously. “Good night, Pierre.”

“Good night,
m
adame
.”

She showered before slipping into a nightshirt. Climbing in between the soft rich sheets which smelled so much like Lorn, she tried to remember what his mother had written about the cruelties his kind inflicted on the Fledglings. Finally she drifted to sleep contemplating what fate awaited her at his hands.