gargoyle

Belief is both a marvelous and a terrible thing. Belief makes things real.

It was time to take what he wanted. And what he wanted was her.

She took a deep breath and peered up from under her long, dark lashes. He sucked air in. Damn, that look could undo any man _ or wolf, or alien for that matter. __omething to eat?_ __o, Cameron._ She smiled with a hint of decadence. __here__ only one thing I need._ __hat__ that?_ She closed the space between them and grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands, pulling him closer. __ou.

Cameron__ mind registered what the rest of him already knew. He was insane about this woman, and he__ do anything to be with her, anything to protect her. She__ become his world. How it had happened, he didn__ know, but it had.

Your life is very different from mine. For one, you can transform into a wolf._ __ can,_ she agreed. __nd you live with a vampire and gargoyle. That__ not the typical human way, is it?

The truth echoed in her head. On the same day she met him, he had tried to kill her. Her mate.

This is the truth: we all desire to conquer the comely one, because it affirms our own worth. Speaking for the men of the world, we want to own the beauty of the woman we're fucking. We want to grasp that beauty, tightly in our greedy little fingers, to well and truly possess it, to make it ours. We want to do this as the woman shines her way through an orgasm. That's perfection. And while I can't speak for women, I imagine that they-whether they admit it or not-want the same thing: to possess the man, to own his rough handsomeness, if only for a few seconds.

Not that I can think of. In fact, I have never met anyone who didn__ like gargoyles.

When we wake, it__ officially Christmas Eve._ __ood. Because I have something special to give you._ She turned over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. __hought you just did._ He chuckled, a deep and throaty sound. __omething else.

We even commissioned a smaller pair of these statues for the baggage claim area in the regular lobby. Gives all those Normal conspiracy nuts something to talk about besides the Blue Mustang. They think our statues are the work of Masons or reptilian beings. Ha.

Nothing would keep him from loving her. She was everything he wanted. She was his.

Better undead than dead.

You may be some fearsome creature, but I'm her daddy. You hurt her, there aren't enough stone walls to keep me away from you and prevent me from mounting your head on a pike. You think you're a mean sonovabitch? Next to a father who's listening to his little girl cry, you're nothing more than pottery.

She woke to Terak's claws raking through her hair and her body deliciously sore, well-used in the best sense.

I will claim her, and I will protect her, and any who become her enemy? I will destroy.

He was gargoyle. Tonight, his mate would learn exactly what that meant.

Gargoyles sat on the battlements- lean they were and the same hideous damp grey as the stone. They looked at her with hollow eyes and rattled their silver chains. They had wings of bats or wings or birds, most of them, and licked their beaks or teeth with forked or double tongues. Two paced restlessly before their platforms; others whined or picked their claws or groomed their mangy fur or feathers or lizard skin or scales.