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Love Me Like a Rock

Author: Cindy Spencer Pape firmly believes in happily-ever-after and brings that to her writing. A multiple award-winning author, she has published almost sixty novels and stories. When not hard at work writing, she can be found restoring her 1870 house, dressing up for steampunk parties and Renaissance fairs, or with her nose buried in a book. Visit her website: www.cindyspencerpape.com. Six romance stories hot enough to melt the hardest stone. Between a Rock and a Hard Dragon What happens when you mix a half-dragon, a pixie and a little sex magic in a wooded park on Halloween? Neither Bram nor Twyla have any idea but when it all comes together the magic explodes in a frenzy of hot sex and sizzling romance. Stone and Earth Gargoyle Damien St. Pierre has to find an ancient artifact needed by his people. When he meets earth witch Katie Calhoun, he can't keep his hands off her. Because of the problems his people are having, Damien is afraid to attempt the conversion necessary to make her his mate. But Katie is determined to help him in his quest and to become the gargoyle of his dreams. Can her faith overcome his fear? Will the magic of love succeed in the mating of stone and earth? Three for All In her six hundred years, elven reporter Eislinn has had two great loves in her life—paranormal police officer Callum, another elf, and Lothan, a demon enforcer. One hot summer night the three of them come together and Philadelphia practically explodes with the passion. Stone and Fire When half-dragon Dana Logan meets gargoyle Beau Dumont at her friend’s wedding, something clicks between them. Halfway through the most passion-filled night of their lives, his phone rings and he rushes home to Montreal. Several months later, they’re in England to catch a ring of antiques smugglers but the two can barely keep their hands off each other long enough to find the thieves. The sex between them is explosive and they’re falling in love as well. Between battling the bad guys and fighting their feelings for each other, the two may just set London on fire. Stone and Sea Sent to Atlantic City to retrieve an ancient artifact vital to the future of his clan, gargoyle Remy Rocher meets sexy selkie Marina Bell and ends up getting shot for his efforts. Now he has to find the chalice and keep Marina and himself alive—all while dealing with the hottest sex of his life and emotions that scare him more than evil wizards or mobsters with guns. Stone and Sky Marc Armel is a gargoyle under pressure. It’s up to him to find the fourth and final artifact necessary to save his race. When he goes off to think, what does he find instead but a gorgeous harpy, washed up on his beach in a tattered evening dress, no luggage and no memory. Aldara knows she came to Canada for a reason, but she can’t remember what. Their nonstop sex may have to wait, though, when danger threatens to tear them apart. While Marc is determined to come through for his clan, he’s even more set on saving Aldara.

Cindy Spencer Pape · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
110 Chs

Chapter 10

She'd never be a docile mate and he couldn't be prouder.

He held himself still, deep inside her ass. "Are you okay?" He could hardly believe she'd taken him all in one thrust, though his slippery saliva had probably helped ease the way.

"Goddess, yes!" Her hips bucked against his groin. "But I need you to move!"

And that was all it took. Her sweet little rosebud hole gripped him tighter than he could with his own fist and the heat of her roared through his veins. Her wetness and his hormones provided enough lube to allow him to slide, but not enough to dull the magnificent friction. He started slowly, gliding out until just the tip remained inside, then pushing himself back home. His claws gripped her hips, holding her in place for his strokes. She'd probably have small puncture wounds when they were done, but right now she didn't seem to mind. Something deep inside him roared with triumph at the thought of her wearing ten more of his marks.

It was impossible to hold back, to keep it slow. Not when her internal muscles sheathed him so tightly, when her broken little cries accelerated with every thrust. He pistoned harder, faster and deeper with each passing second and when he felt his balls draw up tight to his body, he bent over her and pounded into her even more.

When the explosion came, it was the strongest one he'd ever had. He was pretty damn sure he'd blown the top of his head off, not to mention filling Twyla's ass with so much cum it was probably oozing out her ears. She screamed and shattered around him as he flooded her ass with semen, her muscles clenching him, prolonging his orgasm, wringing every last drop of moisture from his spent and exhausted body.

When it was finally over and even her twitching aftershocks had subsided, he pulled out and collapsed beside Twyla, wrapping her in his arms. This was where she belonged and he was never letting go of her again. As a half-dragon, he'd never been totally sure that the mating frenzy would happen for him, but now that it had, he couldn't be happier.

"We could go upstairs to bed," he whispered several minutes later, when he'd remembered how to breathe again. He smoothed her tangled curls away from her pink and sweat-dampened face.

She stirred and stretched, smiling up at him. "Sounds like a plan. I think I could sleep for a week."

"You've had a busy night." First there was the party and then the park. He thought about the satyrs and had to fight down a murderous rage. If he ever saw those assholes again, they were dead. And yet without them, he might not have found Twyla, at least not tonight. So he hugged her close and set the rage aside.

"You too." She ran one tiny hand through his hair, then tapped him irreverently on the nose.

"Best night of my life," he told her. And it was no less than the truth.

She turned to face him, her smile warm and wonderful, her glorious green eyes brimming with emotion. "I love you, Bram. I know pixies are supposed to be fickle and flighty, but I'm not like that. I can't believe it happened this fast, but I've fallen in love with you."

"Good." Goddess, were those tears clogging his throat? That was not supposed to happen. Grown half-dragons did not cry, especially not from happiness. He distracted himself by licking the small claw marks on her hips. "Sorry about those."

"Don't be." Her grin turned sultry. "I like knowing I bring out the wild side of you."

Could any woman be more perfect for a dragon's mate? Bram didn't think so. He started to tell her that when he heard music blaring from her purse.

"It's Katie." Twyla knew her friend would be worried, so she sat up and reached for the bag. She pulled out her phone, flipped it open and spoke. "Hey, Kate. Sorry I missed the ritual."

"Are you all right?" Katie, the white witch, was a worrywart.

"Never been better." She laughed, a sound even Katie couldn't mistake as anything but sexual satisfaction. "And tell your friend Dana her brother is just fine too." Incredibly fine as a matter of fact. She reached out with one finger and traced a line down Bram's left wing.

"Thank the goddess! We were worried about both of you. Umm... You do know that Dana and her brother aren't totally - human, don't you?"

"Oh yeah. But since I'm not either, it isn't a problem."

"Did you run into him at the park?"

"Yep. But it turned out we'd already met at the mayor's party. Who knew he had a team of paranormal cops as well as our advisory task force?"

"Really? I only met Bram a couple of times, didn't know what he did. I'm glad you didn't make it to the grove, though. There was a group there ahead of us, so we had to move our ritual to Lexa's garden. I tried to call you." One of the witches in Katie's coven had a big estate out in Bala Cynwyd.

"I had my phone off for the party and must have forgotten to turn it back on."

"Well, I'm glad you're ok. I'm pretty sure that they were doing a fertility ritual, so we cleared out pretty quickly."

"Fertility ritual?" She managed not to shriek, but her hand flew up to her mouth. Bram grinned and raised one eyebrow in question. Lying stretched out on his side on the furry rug, he was still the sexiest damn thing she'd ever seen, even if she was totally worn out.

"Yeah. Anybody who hung around that grove tonight had better be using double or triple protection for a while. It was pretty powerful stuff. I could sense it from like a hundred yards away. So we split."

"I see." Stars and moon, she and Bram hadn't used anything! Not on the rock, not in the parking lot, not here on the rug! "Anyway, Katie, I'll stop by tomorrow to grab some clothes, okay? I think I'm going to spend a few days here with Bram."

Yeah, like the rest of her life. But she wanted to tell Katie in person, with Bram by her side. And they'd have to go tell her mother, as well. Wouldn't that be fun? Mab was not likely to be overjoyed at having a dragon for a son-in-law.