Chapter 15

He hadn't intended to tell her, at least not yet. Certainly not while he was still stuffed up inside her.

"A gargoyle? How cool. I've never met a gargoyle before. At least not as far as I know." She rocked back and forth, creating an exquisite friction that aroused and caressed his penis without the urgency of that first frenzied fuck.

"There aren't all that many of us." Boy was that an understatement. The horrific decline of the gargoyle population was why he'd been sent here, to find the first of the four missing artifacts.

"Do you turn to stone? The rest of you I mean." Her giggle was warm, sweet, teasing. "I already know that part of you does."

"I can." He stood, lifting her in his arms, careful not to dislodge his cock from inside her pussy. She wrapped both arms and legs around him and hung on, apparently comfortable letting him relocate them both.

He'd spotted a padded wooden lounger just a few feet from the hot tub. This time he wanted to fuck her in a horizontal position. It didn't even occur to him that it was January and the air ought to be cold. He sat, bringing her down on top of him. Then as soon as he was sure they'd settled, he rolled them both, bringing his own body over hers, his chest levered up by his elbows on either side of her neck.

"You don't sound nearly as freaked out as you should be," he murmured, starting a slow, steady thrust and retreat. "Most humans would be running down the stairs screaming right now."

"I'm not freaked out at all. I know other non-humans. Mayor Pendleton has a habit of collecting us for his task forces." She bent her knees to cradle his hips while her hands stroked through his shoulder-length hair.

"Us?" He lowered his lips to trace the shell of her ear, loved the little shiver that skittered through her whole body when he swirled his tongue inside. "So what are you besides a sexy witch? Water nymph? Succubus?"

She wore a long jeweled chain around her neck. It had been draped down her back, but she turned it as they walked so the ends now hung almost to her navel. He played with it, dragging the gems around and across her nipples. She was whimpering now, but she was still trying to get the words out. "Only a witch. But the hereditary kind, not just a practitioner. A little bit of Earth spirit somewhere back in the bloodlines."

"Mmm. Earth and stone. No wonder we fit together so well."

He wasn't kidding. No man had ever filled her as perfectly as Damien did. The broad head of his cock went deep, nudging the entrance to her womb with every thrust. He was so thick her tissues had to stretch to accommodate him and he curved just enough to fit her pussy like a key into a lock. His weight on her lower body was heavenly and what he was doing to her nipples with the necklace was so far beyond the sensation of her silver clamps that she couldn't begin to compare them.

He kept fucking her with the same deliciously unhurried pace, even after he had her squirming and moaning beneath him. His balls slapped audibly against her ass and his pelvis ground down on her aching clit each time he pushed inside. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and every rasp of the gold chain was like a lightning bolt zinging straight through her body to her core. Unbelievable tension coiled in her womb and tightened her spine. And still he kept stroking, hard, deep and excruciatingly slowly.

She lay splayed on the lounger like some sort of primitive virgin sacrifice. Her feet hung over the edge and her hands fisted in the cushions. Her hips rose to meet his with increasing need.

"Damien!" She cried out, her body trying to crest a peak that was just out of reach. She leaned up and tugged one of his flat masculine nipples into her mouth then bit down just enough to get his attention before she fell back against the lounge.

"Is that what you want?" he asked. "You want my mouth on you?"

"Please." Her voice came out as shallow gasp. "Suck me, Damien. Please!"

"With pleasure, mon ange." He wrapped the gold chain of her necklace around one nipple and tugged it tight, then leaned down and took the other sensitive peak between his lips. He didn't waste time, just did exactly what she wanted and drew hard, pulling her breast deep into the warm recesses of his mouth. The pressure was precisely what she liked - firm and steady and just this side of pain.

At the same time he pulled at the chain, stimulating the other nipple as well. Then he quickened the pace of his hips, driving faster and unbelievably deeper into her. When he added his teeth and bit down, she screamed his name and came, her inner walls convulsing around him as a fresh rush of cream coated his shaft. He nipped again and rammed himself up inside her channel, then held himself deep while she felt the hot gush of life-giving seed fill her womb. She pulsed around him as he spurted, the contractions caressing him and prolonging the pleasure for them both.

"Well, do you think we can make it all the way off the roof this time?" They lay on their sides on the lounge, facing each other and fighting for breath.

"Umm-hmm. Assuming I can manage to stand." Katie raised a hand to caress the rugged line of Damien's jaw. "How about you?"

"If there's any possibility of a snack down there, I think I can convince the muscles to work." Damien toyed idly with the ends of Katie's hair. His stomach rumbled loudly, punctuating his response.

"Well if gargoyles don't mind grilled cheese or tomato soup, I think we can arrange that."