Oh, is that all you’re looking forward to – a break from your studies?” He peered down at her with a knowing smirk.
The truth echoed in her head. On the same day she met him, he had tried to kill her. Her mate.
Your life is very different from mine. For one, you can transform into a wolf.” “I can,” she agreed. “And you live with a vampire and gargoyle. That’s not the typical human way, is it?
What treasures he would give for one night with her. To watch her strip off one of her vintage dresses, revealing her satin skin inch by inch just for him.
She shivered as a blustery wind rushed past. She’d made a mistake in returning to the city. She should’ve stayed in the castle with Antoine. She’d be warm in his arms right now, instead of being held prisoner.
I’d be careful about watching me too closely.”“Why?” She smiled to match the sassy tone in her voice.The smirk that had lingered on his face dropped away, replaced by a serious expression. “You might not like what you see.
They’d stolen his life.And rebirthed him as a monster.
It was time to take what he wanted. And what he wanted was her.
Cameron’s mind registered what the rest of him already knew. He was insane about this woman, and he’d do anything to be with her, anything to protect her. She’d become his world. How it had happened, he didn’t know, but it had.
Bryce carried her to the bed and lowered her onto it. He crawled to her with a predatory look, leaving her no doubt she was the prey. “I promise to make you feel good.
Lose the dress first next time. So you don’t deprive me of the chance to see you naked, again.
The more time I spend with you lot, the more I wonder if you forget to shift your brains from stone,” she added with a grin. Gavin laughed. “Not our brains. Our cocks maybe.
Cupping her chin, he said, “Sexiest female I’ve ever seen.” One side of her mouth turned up with a smile while her eyes twinkled. “Even gray and leathery?” “Ever so bonny.
No longer was she living moment to moment in a hyper-vigilant state, she was reminded of more primal needs. She was a female in the arms of a very potent male.
Nobody’s having any babies, yet,” Mason said, spreading both arms wide. Still pale after the onslaught of questions, he managed to smirk at his brothers and add, “Although I’m enjoying the practice of making them.
We’ve learned it’s better to work together to create more possibilities for all, rather than cling to past prejudices.
What in bloody hell is going on back there?” Angus boomed. “Some kind of cross-species orgy!
Her eyes widened. “You showed them what you are?” “Aye. We put on quite the show. Shifted from stone, played our unique blend of music, and then flew into the air when the concert was over.
I told my brothers what happened. Are you ready to come meet them?” She straightened. “Aye.” “I warn you,” he teased in an attempt to lighten the mood. “They’re big, burly bampots.
What a surprising turn of events. He’d only come out here to question the intruder he’d spotted while watching from his stone repose. Instead, he’d found a gargoyle who needed a place to stay. Not what he’d expected.
I’m consumed with thoughts of you. Have you bewitched me?
They soared past the dark shapes of animals, grazing in the fields.”What are they?” she asked.”Sheep,” Mason replied. “I once heard someone describe them as floating like clouds across the hills.
Nothing would keep him from loving her. She was everything he wanted. She was his.
I think you should be punished for tormenting me for so long.
I’ve been waiting for you.” His voice sizzled with hunger.How could I respond? I’ve been thinking about you non-stop like a sex-crazed harlot since I left?“I’m here.
When we wake, it’s officially Christmas Eve.” “Good. Because I have something special to give you.” She turned over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. “Thought you just did.” He chuckled, a deep and throaty sound. “Something else.
I should tell you something about what happens after I play.””What’s that?”He pulled her back into his arms. “I get excited…
She pushed his massive chest, which was as effective as if she pushed granite. “What are you made of, bloody stone?” He chuckled, eyes full of mirth. “Sometimes.
She tore her eyes from his abs and gave in to the temptation to look further down. Over his kilt her eyes wandered and stopped, speculating on the promising bulge beneath the blue tartan. “Hope you like what you see…