The Gargoyles Gift by Marilu Moser

Author:Marilu Moser [Moser, Marilu]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tome Dragon Publishing LLC
Published: 2022-12-25T00:00:00+00:00

Three whole hours of deliberations later, and everyone has settled in for the night, mostly. Obviously, I accepted the gargoyles. How could I not? My instincts told me to trust them and, taking my father’s advice of always going with my gut, I did. André and Javier left to get supplies for everyone; clothing, air beds, all the necessities I don’t have for guests. Amélie and Sofia went to get magical items and other things I was told are none of my business. Everyone agreed to stay here until we can fully figure out a plan. Now it’s just Ambroise and me… in my bedroom, and the way he’s looking at me, I feel like I’m a virgin all over again.

“Are you going to change for bed?” Ambroise smirks at me. Fuck me. His smile has my panties wet already.

“Are you going to watch me?” I toy with the hem of my sweater.

“Would you like me to watch you?” He saunters over to my sleigh bench, straddling it, flicking his tail like whip. “Would you like to see it again?” He chuckles.

Heat rushes into my cheeks. I’ve been caught staring at his covered dick. I nod and he holds his hand out for me. Am I about to examine a gargoyle cock? Hell yes I am. My tongue darts out to lick my suddenly dry lips.

“Get changed first, amoureuse.” His voice is so gentle I’m unsure if it’s a demand or request, especially with his tail skating up my thigh. Either way, I’m happy to comply. There’s a tiny yelp from me as he catches me off guard by teasingly whipping my leg. The cable-knit sweater tousles my hair as I pull it over my head and discard it onto the floor. Popping open the button to my jeans, the sound of the zipper is heard over my racing heartbeat. I’m left standing there in a lace pushup bra and panty.

“Come here,” Ambroise growls at me, sending a shiver down my spine. His hands brush up legs and settle at my hip dips. I know what he’s looking at, and a ball of emotion lodges in my throat. I make it one step and half turn away before he pulls back to where I was. “This was from him?” All I can do is nod and choke on my emotions. It isn’t until I feel full soft lips skim over my scar that a tear hits my cheek. “You’re beautiful.” Kiss. “Smart.” Kiss. “A fighter.” Kiss. “You’re perfect.”

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