Stone Passions Trilogy (63 page)

“I
did
carry you home,” he chuckled.

“Oh,” she said with a slight frown, her fuzzy brain recalling something along those lines. “I guess you did. I think I must have thought I was flying.”

He chuckled, hugging her tighter. In such a short time she had grown absurdly comfortable in her nudity, finally embracing the small but exquisitely sensitive breasts that Rhys took such great pleasure in. She loved the slick feel of his naked flesh sliding against hers, she loved sleeping on top of him when they managed to sleep at all during the night, she loved…. He radiated so much heat that a blanket would be stifling, even in a somewhat drafty manor in the middle of winter.

How had she ever believed that magic didn’t exist? Lying in Rhys’s arms she could forget everything she left behind and pretend that this was all that there was. She knew that it was childish and irresponsible but for a little while she just wanted to lose herself in a sea of bliss. The world she left behind would still be there and by the time she returned from this amazing trip she was going to be completely rejuvenated, ready to face reality once again.

She enjoyed meeting his brothers even if they were less than pleased by her presence. They were unfailingly polite, if not a little distant, but it didn’t matter because Rhys made sure that she was included in everything that the four of them did. When they had tried to drag Rhys into an exotic strip club for supernatural creatures and other immortal beings, Rhys had gained her admittance by claiming she was his human. He had worn a guilty expression and his brothers had snickered until he explained that it was the only way to make sure she was admitted.

“What does it mean to be your human?” she had asked, watching in fascination as his blush deepened.

“It means you’re, uh, my pet,” he stammered, not quite meeting her eyes. “Pets are allowed into these clubs because of the services they provide.”

“Generally, a human pet provides sex to his or her owner,” Rowan explained, wrapping his arms around a stunning girl whose hair was even redder than his own. Holding Jenna’s eyes, he lasciviously added, “Among other things. And afterwards their memories are wiped. Standard procedure, don’t you know.”

Jenna could imagine the other things, considering some of the things she had witnessed in that club. The debauchery was beyond anything she had imagined, with bodies writhing everywhere, in pleasure and in pain. Whips, chains, hooks….

Everyone had been unnaturally beautiful and the three London gargoyles fit right in. She would have felt out of place except for the fact that she was the center of all of Rhys’s attention and at some point the carnality around them disappeared into the background as they sat at a booth in the corner and talked about nothing and everything.

“Do you know how stupid it is for me to fall in love with you?” she asked softly, tilting her head back and looking at his handsome face. “I mean, it’s really, really stupid.”

Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his hot body, he kissed her forehead, “Then don’t think about it as falling.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion because she was still a little drunk but her head wasn’t that muddled. “Then how should I think about it?”

“As soaring.”

Resting her chin on his sternum, she murmured, “But what about the crashing and burning that comes at the end?”

“Who says that there has to be crashing and burning?” His eyes moved over her face as he brushed a strand of hair from her temple, as he cupped her cheek.

Her heart thumped painfully in her chest but she ignored the stupid organ and crinkled her nose. Grinning saucily, running her foot along his calf, she felt his penis lengthen and harden against her thigh. He sucked in a breath and his eyes went almost black and she knew that she could have taken the easy way out, inflaming his desires until they succumbed to physical passion. Instead, she blurted, “The Fates. They like to give me everything I could ever want and then take it away in a heartbeat.”

“Ah, Jenna,” he breathed, brushing his thumb over her lower lip. “I wish you had never known such pain.”

Her smile wobbled as she kissed his thumb, “Do you want to know what bothers me the most?” Without giving him a chance to answer, she held her smile to keep from crying and murmured, “Losing Jeremy nearly killed me but if I hadn’t lost him then I wouldn’t be here with you and that knowledge will drive me mad if I think about it too much. I can’t imagine never having you in my life….”

Lowering her hand, she wrapped her fingers around his penis and slowly stroked, the thick flesh pulsing against her palm. “But I don’t want to think about that, Rhys, not now, not yet. I just want to be here, with you.”

“Jenna….” He tried to protest before a low moan was wretched from the back of his throat. When she continued to caress him, his head fell back and his eyes closed as he strained towards release. His hips rolled slowly and he was thrusting his erection within her grip, groaning in pleasure. Jenna thought his cock was so beautiful, with its corded length and gleaming plum-shaped head. It was also the perfect way to distract him from things she’d rather not think about.

Pressing her thumb against the weeping slit, she smeared the fluid over the flange, her belly vibrating with excitement. She wanted to please him, to take him into her mouth and learn the taste of him, anything to keep her in the moment and not dwell on what might have been.

Sliding down his body until her mouth was next to his erection she tongued the honeyed fluid and hummed in approval. It was ambrosia, salty and slightly sweet, like chocolate-infused seminal fluid. She swiped her tongue once more along the length, enjoying the taste of his skin, loving the taste of his pre-come. “I’ve never tasted anything like this, Rhys. Since you have semen does it mean you’re capable of having children?”

“Uh, no,” he mindlessly groaned, his hand moving and resting on top of her head. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth and moaned as its girth stretched her lips and pressed against her tongue. His cock filled her mouth completely and she had to inhale through her nose, filling her senses with Rhys’s intoxicating scent. His breathing was ragged and his hips began to undulate faster. “Gargoyle sperm is incompatible with… Oh, man, that feels incredible.”

“Mmm,” she murmured, devouring his penis, the delicious pre-come, enjoying the sounds that were coming from him, the groans and heavy breathing. She curled the fingers of her free hand around his thigh to hold steady as she tightened her grip on his penis and took more and more into her mouth. Lost in a sea of carnal delight, she tried to take him down her throat, to swallow him whole.

“No!” he cried out, his hips shuddering beneath her but not in orgasm. “Gods, not now!”

Startled, she pulled away, her eyes widening in horror because she had done something wrong, because she enjoyed it too much. She was about to scramble off the bed when his fingers wrapped around her wrist and he held her in place, the color leeching from his face. Her worry that she screwed up was replaced with terror that he was sick. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It’s dawn,” he rasped, his voice sounding as if it his vocal cords were being tumbled with rocks.

At first she didn’t understand, her brain befuddled with lust and terror but then she remembered he was a gargoyle from sun up to sun down. She watched in frustration and awe as he changed from man to stone beast. His thick, auburn hair receded into a scalp that was quickly changing shape, his lovely, gold-kissed skin became marble gray, his muscles tripled in size, swelling rapidly, his nostrils flared, his ears grew, his mouth split open. With a groan, he stood up, taking her with him as he shot up two feet, as two stone wings sprouted from his heavily muscled back. They stretched outwards, filling the room as he extended them to their full, ten foot width.

Her eyes widened in alarm as her gaze dipped to his erection and she watched in fascinated horror as his penis grew and grew and grew, until it was the size of a baseball bat. Inquisitively, she reached out and gently ran her fingers along the long, rigid length. Looking up, she had to tilt her head back much further than before. As a man, he was very tall but as a gargoyle, he towered over her, easily eight feet tall. She caught his guarded expression as he looked at her, his face that of a stone monkey. Reverently, she reached up and ran her fingers over the carved lines of his face, the stone skin smooth and burning beneath her touch.

He looked like marble but his skin was hot and living to the touch, almost like contained lava and if she closed her eyes it almost felt as if she were running her hands over flesh and bone instead of carved marble. As she drew her fingers over the sharp ridges of his cheeks and brow, the flaring nostrils and protruding ears, as she stood up on her toes and ran her hands along the broad spread of his muscled shoulders, over his sculpted chest and ripped abs, her stomach clenched in desire.

Hoarsely, she whispered in reverence, “You’re beautiful.”

He laughed, the sound gravelly and rough. He reached out and cupped her cheek with his broad stone hand, nearly covering her face. “Forgive me.”

“Why?” she seriously didn’t know why he would be asking for forgiveness.

“I lost track of time,” he admitted, a rueful expression on his stone face.

“You’re not the only one,” she offered, watching his expression as she ran her hand along his gargoyle erection. His stone lids closed as he let out a hiss of pleasure and she smiled: his stone body was as sensitive as his human one.

“Usually it takes longer for a human to see us,” he said, his words coming out haltingly as he spoke. When she paused in her ministrations, he added, “They cannot see our movements and the magic convinces them that we hadn’t moved at all.”

“Lenni was aware of it,” she said wonderingly, remembering her sister’s odd comment when they were sunbathing; ‘
It’s like they move but whenever I see them they’re where they’re supposed to be
.’ Working out the dilemma, she resumed stroking him, loving the way his stone erection over-filled her hand, the way it was almost too hot to touch.

“Yessss,” he breathed.

Her lips curved into a smile as she figured out how she adapted so quickly, “It’s because I watched you change.”

“Uh huh.” His eyes were squeezed shut, his face twisted into almost painful pleasure, and she wanted to know what his stone flesh tasted like, if it was as lusciously perfect as his human flesh.

Before she could think about what she was doing or talk herself out of it, she crawled onto the bed and up onto her hands and knees. Breathing heavily, she ran her hands along the smooth length, knowing that if she were just a smidge more sober she wouldn’t even consider doing something so… taboo, so forbidden. But she had to know.

Bending her head, she closed her eyes and slid her tongue along the carved slit, nearly coming on the spot as flavor exploded in her mouth. He didn’t taste like a rock; he tasted of moonlight and passion, of sex and Rhys. But he was so large, she couldn’t fit her mouth over the entire appendage, having to settle for licking and sucking the most sensitive part.

One arm snaked around his waist as her fingers curled into the stone flesh of his ass, holding on to him as she began to lose all of her senses. A broad hand cupped the back of her head, pushing the short strands of hair away from her face but she barely paid any attention to anything other than his penis. Rhys’s hips jerked erratically and she continued the assault by stroking her free hand along his massive stone erection.

“Jenna,” he rumbled as hot liquid erupted from his cock, filling her mouth and then… disappearing as she swallowed the molten gargoyle semen. Suddenly, her entire body tightened and splintered apart in a disastrously unexpected orgasm and she collapsed onto the bed, lost in sexual nirvana.

A millennium later a large stone hand gently stroked down her spine and a shiver rippled over her skin, bringing her back to Earth. Rolling onto her back, she looked up at the hulking gargoyle and heaved a voluptuous sigh, “Wow. That was… wow.”

“In all my years I have never experienced anything like that,” he graveled. “Your mouth is a dream.”

She huffed out a light laugh, “Because there just aren’t enough women willing to give a blow job to a gargoyle.”

“No,” he shook his head, his expression serious for a change, even in his gargoyle form. “I’ve had women touch me when I am a gargoyle… not often, mind you, and never because they knew what I was.” He took a shuddering breath, “I didn’t feel them, Jenna, I only feel you. I don’t remember any of the lovers I’ve had before you, Jenna. No other female exists for me but you.”

Tears of profound passion welled in her eyes as she held his gaze, his words filling her with joy and fear. Licking her lips, she softly asked, “Have there been so many women?”

“Yes,” he admitted, the word torn from his rocky throat. He hastily added, “Gargoyles are lusty creatures.”

She smiled slightly at his fumbling, asking, “How old are you?”

He shook his head in consternation, his expression guarded. “I’ve been around for a couple hundred years, maybe four hundred and fifty, five hundred? To be honest, I’m not sure. Time is different for those of us who live for so long.”

Doing a quick calculation, using the conservative figure of five lovers a year (a very conservative number, considering how gorgeous and horny Rhys was) she gasped, “That’s thousands of women.”

“Spread out over many, many years,” he clarified, confirming her meager estimate. At her shocked gasp he grimaced, almost in embarrassment, “But you needn’t worry, love. Gargoyles cannot catch any disease, human or otherwise.”

“Well, that’s relief,” she couldn’t keep the sarcasm from her voice. There were so many women… how many fell in love with the beautiful Rhys, who was so damned easy to love? She almost wished she hadn’t met him, knowing that after he exited her life he would be taking the colors of the world with him. She’d survive and eventually the colors might leak back in but they would always be muted. At least she discovered that colors still existed.