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She moved her hands and mouth in concert up and down in a
quickening rhythm until he stopped her.

“I’ll explode if you do that any longer. It’s been a long
time since I’ve been with a woman. And your mouth feels amazing on me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m enjoying this.”

“I promise you’ll enjoy it even more if we slow things down.”
He pulled into an upright position and then scooped her into his arms. “I want
to savor every moment.”

He motioned toward her bedroom. “Your room?”

“Yes.”

An odd thought entered her mind—she wondered if she’d made
the bed. She didn’t want him to think she was a slob. How could she have known
a statue would spring to life at work tonight, driving her so insane with lust
she’d bring him home?

The bed was made and he laid her on the floral coverlet of
her fluffy down comforter. She pulled the covers aside hastily. Danton’s eyes
raked over her from head to toe before he picked up one stocking-covered leg
and kissed the bottom of her foot.

She giggled. “That tickles.”

He didn’t release her leg, instead kissing from her ankle up
over her shin to above her knee, keeping his eyes locked on hers the whole
time. When he reached the end of the lace seam at the top of the stocking, he
held her gaze for a moment before closing his eyes to taste the flesh of her
inner thighs.

She threw her head back on the pillow, moaning in appreciation.

“Oh Danton. That’s torture. Exquisite torture.”

“Do you want something more from me?” he murmured.

“I want everything from you.”

Danton kissed, licked and nibbled from one thigh to the
other. She squirmed beneath him, wanting more, needing more. His lips caressed
her skin as gentle as a breeze and then his tongue explored her flesh much more
boldly, not letting her escape. She scented her excitement in the air, the
unmistakable aroma of her own desire. When he finally pierced the sensitive
folds of her pussy with his tongue, she cried out in both relief and surprise.

Danton continued the deliberate assault on all her senses
while his tongue discovered her most secret desires. She ran one hand through
the silky strands of his long warrior locks. Her frantic breathing and throaty
moans encouraged his exploration. When he drove her to a point of no return,
insane with the unrelenting pressure on her most sensitive spot, she dropped
her hand to claw the sheets of her bed.

She was there, so close, almost there. One more flick of his
skilled tongue sent her crashing over the edge. Her legs stiffened and toes
curled, spiraling her desire to an atmospheric height before crashing down into
a thousand shattered pieces.

“Oh Danton. That was phenomenal. There are no words.”

“Let me keep going.” The lightest caress of his tongue shot
her head off the pillow.

“Not yet.”

“So sensitive.” He moved up over her body and smiled, making
his eyes crinkle. “I love how your body responds to my touch.”

Danton rubbed his massive cock against her folds. The
sensation brought her back to earth, sending a renewed desire for him welling
deep inside her. She wanted him. Needed him. Now.

Tracy fumbled through her nightstand for a condom.

“Quick. Put this on.” She tore open the packet and rolled
the first few inches of the condom out, sliding it over his tip.

“What is this?” He asked. “Some sort of sexual device?”

“It’s a condom,” she explained. “It’s protection against
diseases and pregnancy.”

“What do you do with it?”

“Roll it down like this.” She continued rolling it down his
shaft, but it only went so far. “My god, you’re big. I can barely get it on
you.”

“My kind doesn’t carry diseases like those you are worried
about.”

“What about pregnancy? Can you get humans pregnant?”

He nodded. “Yes. Our species can mate with each other.”

“Then we need to use this.” She rolled it down the best she
could manage in her heightened state of arousal. “Good, that’s done.” She
pulled his massive dick into her slickened folds. “Fuck me, Danton. I can’t wait
any longer.”

Danton followed her request, growling under his breath as he
eased into her. She tightened instinctively at the thick penetration.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, just hold on a sec.” Tracy took a couple of deep
breaths to relax herself and welcome him in. “I’m ready.” She grabbed his waist
to coax him in farther. This time he entered her with less resistance, but she
still moaned at his girth invading her. When he was finally in, she sighed in
exhilaration. Never had she felt someone like this inside her. She thanked the
gods it wasn’t her first time. A poor virgin wouldn’t know what she was getting
herself into.

Thinking about Danton with another woman shot a possessive
streak through her. She didn’t want him to be with anyone else but her. How was
that possible? They’d technically just met. And he’d be turning, locked in
stone until his next act of bravery.

“You feel so good, Tracy. So wet and welcoming.”

He reached down to rub her clit and she moaned again.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes,” she murmured in a voice that sounded much huskier
than her normal one.

He leaned down to kiss her, his long blond hair cascading
around them both. The coil of desire down below spread up to her lips as their
tongues mingled. She tasted herself on his lips, a heady reminder of his
talents. Desire spread to her entire body, sending warmth and tingling
sensations throughout her, she couldn’t even pinpoint the focal point of her
ecstasy.

The deeper he penetrated, moving harder and faster each
time, the more he kept up the pressure on her clit. His cock hammering into her
core almost made her lose focus. She grabbed him tightly around his shoulder
blades and bit into his shoulder to stifle a scream of both pleasure and pain.

“Go ahead. Let loose,” he said.

His words combined with the knowledge they had only one
night together spurred her to lose any inhibition. She lifted her hips, rising
to buck against him with each thrust. The increasing friction made her quiver
with need and she clasped him tighter as they climbed to a feverish pitch.
Feral sounds escaped her as she reached into his hair. When she climaxed, she
screamed out in a way she’d never done before as she pulsated around him and
sent him to the edge.

“Oh god, Tracy. Yes!”

He pummeled his throbbing cock so deeply into her she cried
out. After he came, he lay on top of her, pushing his hair away. His quickened
breath warmed her neck as their hearts pounded against one another.

When their breathing slowed down enough so they could talk,
Tracy asked, “How much time do we have left?” She glanced at her alarm clock,
which indicated it was almost three a.m.

He pulled her into his arms. “Not long enough.”

Tracy woke up in warmth. Strong male arms enclosed her and
it took a moment to remember. When she recalled her night with Danton, she was
positive what she experienced wasn’t a dream. The man behind her held her in a
protective embrace, reminding her of who and what he was.

A gargoyle.

Holy shit!

Her heart pounded. Gargoyles existed. They could transform
into men. The statue she spoke to many times in Vamps had turned into a
mouthwatering Viking warrior with the cock of a god who’d fucked her like no
other man had before.

The man in her bed whose arms were entwined around her.

Tracy sat up and his arm fell down across her lap. His blond
hair splayed across the pillow like a crown and over his face. She moved a
strand of hair from his cheek. His face appeared peaceful, so young. She
wondered how old he actually was. Decades? Centuries?

Her movement must have stirred him as his eyes fluttered and
then opened.

“
Bon matin, mon ange
.”

She knew enough high school French to respond. “
Bon matin
,
Danton.”

He laughed. “Did I slip into French?”

She nodded.

“My native language. But you understood what I said?”

“Yes, you said ‘good morning, my angel’.
Je parle un peu
français
.”

“
Très bien
.” He brushed a finger over her lower lip
and let it drag down over her chin. “You pronounce it very well.”

Although her heart raced under his touch, she managed to
respond. “
Merci
.”

His fingers continued down over her collarbone and onto a
breast, squeezing its fullness. “You are gorgeous, Tracy.” He circled her
nipple, tweaking it gently. It hardened in response to his dexterous touch. “Do
you have plans today?” He leaned up to lick her nipple and then enclosed it in
his warm mouth.

Tracy threw her head back instinctively. “Nothing I can’t
reschedule.”

“Can I convince you to spend the morning here with me? In
your bed?”

Tracy scooted back down onto the pillow and circled her arm
around his neck. He resumed worshiping her breasts as desire welled deep within
her.

“I could spend all day with you here,” she purred.

He planted a trail of kisses down her skin, circling her navel
with his tongue. She squirmed and said, “That tickles.”

“I like finding all your ticklish spots.” He kissed farther
down, focusing on her inner thighs. “How about here?” He licked a smooth trail
up to her most sensitive area, peering at her with those intense blue eyes.

She caught her breath, unable to speak. She shook her head.

Danton took his time, tasting every centimeter of her
quivering flesh, shooting her to an unprecedented climax.

When she returned to earth, she straddled him and stroked
his massive cock to make sure he was ready. She rolled a condom onto his
erection and then climbed on top of him, taking the lead. She rode him slowly
at first and then grinded against him more intensely as the pressure mounted.
Danton gripped her tiny waist, lifted his hips to thrust against her. The fire
building inside her spread to every nerve in her body but focused on the bundle
of nerves in her clit. It ached for more of him. Harder, faster, she rode him
until volts of electricity rocked through her. She closed her eyes and, arching
her back, she reveled in the ecstasy.

Danton growled an inhuman sound. He buried his fingers in
her hips and thrust so deeply into her, she yelped. When she reopened his eyes,
she saw the pleasure spread across his face as his body emptied into her.

Tracy scoured the contents of her fridge while she brewed
coffee. It was already eleven a.m., but still time for breakfast.

“Do you eat human food?”

“Yes.”

“Oh I wasn’t sure.”

“When I’m in human form, just think of me as human,” he
explained. “I eat, drink, make love just like a human male.”

Maybe so, she thought. But no man ever made love to her the
way he did.

He had the towel wrapped around his waist. She found it hard
to concentrate on making breakfast with her sexual appetite constantly stirred
by his entrancing face, broad chest and finely cut abs. Even though they had
made love just minutes ago, she had to fight the desire to mount him again on
her kitchen chair and run her hands through his hair.

“You’re blushing.” He interrupted her sexual fantasy. “What
are you thinking?”

“Nothing.” She buried her face in the fridge for cover. “I’m
still hot from the bedroom.”

Danton fried eggs while Tracy cut up fruit and poured them
coffee. They ate their breakfast in her tiny, retro, red-and-yellow decorated
kitchen, listening to a Nina Simone CD.

“I like this music,” he said. “It’s different from the club.”

Tracy couldn’t agree more. Vamps played all sorts of
alternative, goth, techno, underground eighties music, with the occasional live
rock bands. Although she loved the vibe and the music of the club, she craved
something less intense in the mornings. She’d drink coffee and listen to the
jazz brunch programs on Sundays or Frank Sinatra or Nina Simone CDs during the
week.

“I like to listen to this on Sunday mornings. Helps me
unwind after working Saturday night.”

They ate breakfast in silence for several minutes, listening
to Nina sing
Wild is the Wind
. Danton appeared intent on listening to
the music coming from her vintage-looking stereo mounted on the counter, which
was docked with modern technology.

After they finished eating and were on a second cup of
coffee each, he asked, “What did you mean about the man who attacked you last
night being taken care of?” His eyes expressed his concern, touching her
deeply. How could they be the same eyes that flashed anger last night when he
was about to crush Brian to a lifeless pulp?

“I have a restraining order out on him.”

“What’s that?”

“It means there’s a court order for him not to come near me.”

Danton snorted. “That worked well.” He took a sip of his
coffee.

“It would,” Tracy said defensively, “if I called the cops.
Which I might have done had a stone statue not come to life and thrown him over
the bar.”

Danton put down his mug. “I can make sure he never hurts you
again. That’s what I’m designed to do—protect humans, usually from other
humans.”

“Thank you, Danton. But it sounds a little too much like the
mob for me. Besides, I think you gave him a taste of what you can do and I’m
sure it’s scared the bejeezus out of him.” Tracy walked over to the coffee pot
and refilled her mug. “More coffee?” She raised the pot in offering him more.

“No thanks. How about I visit him today and let him know
what will happen if he comes near you again?”

“Chill out about Brian, will you?” She smiled to soften her tone
and then raised an eyebrow. “You take this gargoyle protecting shit seriously,
eh?”

Danton fixed a deadeye stare on her. “Yes.”

“Don’t worry. If he comes back to bother me, I know where to
find you.” She furrowed her brows. “You’ll be back at Vamps, right?”

“I will.”

“That’s going to be weird.” Her voice trailed off as she
spoke.

“Why is that?”

“Because we uh, you know, had world-rocking sex last night
and again this morning. And I’m supposed to go back to work with you next to me
locked in stone?”

“That’s the way it’s been for months, has it not?”

“But I didn’t know someone was alive in there. Is there any
way you could stay out here? Stay in human form?”

Danton’s blue eyes penetrated her for several long moments
before he spoke. “There is.”

“What?” She leaned forward. “How?”

“If I bond with the one whom I am protecting, I am able to
move between both worlds—gargoyle and man.”

“Bond? What do you mean by bond?”

“A love bond. We must take an oath to love one another.”

“Yeah, so, I can do that. We’ll take an oath. Swear to love
each other. Big deal. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just some words.”

“No, Tracy. It means everything.” His blue eyes widened. “When
you take the oath, you are swearing to love—and in my case protect—the person
all your days. The magic won’t work if the words are empty.”

“Oh,” Tracy said while she considered his words. Agreeing to
spend a night and day with someone was one thing. Vowing to be with them
forever was another. Especially when the other person wasn’t human. How could a
relationship like that even work?

She thought of her relationship with Brian, which did not go
well at all. If last night served as any indication, it warned her not to rush
into a relationship too soon. Not until she really knew their character.

“Sorry, Danton. I thought I could help you out. But I can’t
do that.”