Page 1 of Stolen by the Gargoyle (Gargoyles of the Underworld #1)

The craziest thing about being stolen away by a gargoyle in the middle of the night wasn’t the fact that I was stolen.

It wasn’t even the fact that the creature blew glittering pixie dust on me and knocked me out cold before I could cry out for help.

It wasn’t even the fact that it was by a freaking gargoyle .

Nope.

The craziest thing about it was that when I woke up hours later, said gargoyle’s face was buried between my naked thighs.

And I liked it.

Now look, I could have probably claimed I was in some wet-dream induced hallucination and that was the reason I didn’t scream bloody murder. Because, come on. It. Was. A. Gargoyle . You know, the kind from the movies and cartoon shows? The kind I didn’t even know existed.

Dark gray, textured skin that felt rough as it scraped against my own.

Huge shoulders that shoved my legs so wide I felt an ache biting my hips.

Twin horns that sprouted from a wide, sheening forehead that I wrapped my fingers tightly around for leverage.

And wings. He had wings, too. Large things that spread from his back and creaked like scraping stones with every flap and blew cool air against my fevered skin.

Then there was that tongue.

I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. Textured, full of ridges and hard bumps as it slipped between my folds and pressed in and out.

It was surprisingly warm, too. The strangest thing was, it felt thick.

Like a freaking vibrator gliding in and out in a way that had every single nerve in my body lighting itself on fire. I gushed.

Freaking gushed against a stone creature.

That tongue vibrated inside me, and a deep, seductive rumbling emanated from the thing’s chest. That rumbling did something to me. It was magic, I was sure of it, because it pressed against my clit like it’d touched the sensitive nub with its fingers and worked me until my whole back bowed.

I screamed, grasping those horns as the most wanton and treacherous part of me began to ride his face.

Yup.

I began to ride that stone dude’s mouth like the very promise of heaven lived against those lips, and I was seconds away from arriving at the pearly gates.

That rumbling continued, getting louder the tighter I wrapped my hands around those thick horns.

My fingers didn’t close around them completely, and even lost in the haze of my own lust, a wild idea came to me.

I began jerking off those horns. Just grabbed them like a good ole cock and slid my hands up and down, squeezing and twisting and sliding my palms all over them in a way that felt so salacious, my entire brain fritzed.

The action made the gargoyle stop the erotic thrusting of that dildo-like tongue, and I wanted to cry out from the loss. But it stilled and every single hair on my body raised. My gaze lowered to find the thing staring at me.

Staring.

With real eyes.

That sounded stupid, but I’d never seen a gargoyle before, and those eyes were strangely human, except there were no whites at all and looked as though they were made of black marble.

But they stared. They pierced me. They made a shiver course through my entire system and for the first time since before I passed out, a sliver of fear crawled through my consciousness.

Then it growled again. It nudged its horns into my palms, silently demanding without saying the words.

Do it again.

So I did.

We stared at one another, the air around us electrically charging the darkness and the space between our bodies growing thicker with something I was almost too afraid to name.

I flexed my fingers against its horns and the rumbling continued. Louder. And that vibration against my skin had me shivering. So I did it again. I squeezed hard, making a twisting motion with my wrists.

That stone mouth clamped around my pussy lips, sucking one fold into its mouth, sharp teeth scraping against sensitive flesh before releasing it and doing the same to the other.

How could something so rough feel so good?

I asked myself that question as those stone lips moved like a seasoned sex worker ready to receive their fucking master’s degree.

Because seriously, how did a gargoyle learn to eat pussy this good?

My hips undulated, gyrating against the rough mouth, harder and harder. The scrape of it gave a pinching bit of pain against my clit, yet I welcomed it. It was a delicious bite of discomfort that mixed in with the rapture that was threatening to pull me under all over again.

And the whole time, our eyes held. I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

I wasn’t sure if it was in fear or something else that beat on the fragile wings of my bursting heart or something far greater than that.

Because there was no doubt that I was afraid of this creature.

But the sensations he was creating as he clamped down on me, sucking licking, thrusting, I couldn’t even see past the haze of my own desire to grasp at that fear like I knew I should have.

Instead, I let him ravish me like I hadn’t been ravished in years.

There was a certain vulnerability in our connected gazes. In the gasps and heavy breaths that sawed out of my body, encouraging him without words that everything he was doing was so, so right.

My wrists began to ache with every thrust of my hands up and down those horns, getting faster and faster, the sweat on my palms lubricating the movements of every jerk, but the ridges causing my skin to burn in the best possible way.

Maybe I’d regret it later, but at the moment, I didn’t care at all.

All I waited for was the rapture. The bliss. I ached for it in the most embarrassing and desperate way. The fact that it had been so long since I’d last been laid would explain such wanton actions, but it didn’t matter. Not when I was right there.

That warm tongue stroked through my inner channel like it was searching for the place where my soul began and it meant to twine our auras together. The thought wrenched a shout from me as I slapped my hips faster against him. It was messy, the noises almost sordid and yet neither of us could stop.

The orgasm plunged through my system like a volcano erupting and scorching a blazing pathway down every single cell in my body.

I tensed, seizing and struggling to find my breath as my whole body was pulled tight. Electric shocks went through me, making my toes curl in the most mind-numbing sensation.

I swore, my brain astral projecting my subconscious into different realms, and when my soul slammed back into my body, a cold, brutal realization filled me.

This was, in fact, real . The gargoyle was still between my thighs, devouring me with slow licks that made me moan because I was oversensitive, overstimulated…

And officially freaking the fuck out.

I pushed away from those horns, only succeeding in shoving myself harder onto whatever softness lay beneath me.

The gargoyle lifted to stare down at me, long strands of thick, black hair slipping over his shoulders. That thick tongue slid over his lips, licking off my shining essence and…holy fuck.

His tongue was forked.

There was a moment that seemed to stretch out between us.

A moment in which I couldn’t tear my eyes from that tongue, or from the flash of sharp fangs I caught sight of from beneath his lips, before the gargoyle moved.

Shifted, reaching a gargantuan hand between our bodies.

I flinched, but he reached for the black loincloth that hung at his waist and began to tug at the strings.

Okay, I was officially about to lose my fucking shit.

“No!” I grabbed his wrist, halting his movement before he could…

Yeah.

No .

The creature blinked at me. His brows, seemingly carved from stone, furrowed. He shook me off carefully, reaching for the cloth again.

“No!”

He paused, regarding me like he didn’t quite understand the word. Did he need me to say it in another language?

Fuck, I only knew how to say it in Spanish, and it was the same fucking word in English.

“No,” I repeated firmly.

The gargoyle opened his mouth, and then rumbling sounds came out. Like rocks grinding together and ground dust crumbling away in the wind.

Was that his language?

“No!” I shouted louder, as if that would make him understand me. “We aren’t fucking, so get off of me.” I shoved lightly at him, and he leaned back a fraction, giving me enough room to breathe. It still didn’t feel like enough.

So I shoved harder, with all my might, but it felt like pushing a boulder–literally. But he seemed to understand what I wanted and sat back, except he pulled me with him, his black-clawed hands grasping me at the hips and sitting me onto his lap.

I let out a breath of surprise, and my eyes widened when he tried for the loincloth again.

I panicked and flicked the hard cut of his nose. “Noooo!”

He blinked in surprise while a curse left my own lips, the pain on my finger traveling up my hand, wrist, and forearm.

Fuck, that hurt.

I pulled away from him, cradling my arm to my chest. He stared at it and then back at me, and I could just make out the confusion written over his features.

A beat of silence pressed in the space between us, which, I hated to admit, was very little.

This close, I could feel the way his chest expanded against mine, each exhale sounding like a rockslide rattling through his lungs.

Did gargoyles have lungs?

I took a moment to observe him further, memorizing every detail that I could, each second passing feeling more surreal than the last.

He was thick, thicker than any man–or creature–I’d ever met before.

His body was easily seven feet tall, from what I could tell in our positions.

A wide chest that looked like it was carved from gray marble.

Underneath the grayish color, there was the hint of a dark purple tint.

He appeared to be chipped from a block of ice, seeming solid and strong but somehow warm beneath me at the same time.

While his skin was smooth it still felt like rock and somehow, in the same breath, like… a body .

His entire being felt like a conundrum. My fingers itched to touch and explore, but I knew if I reached out, that would invite more and give mixed signals, and I didn’t want to confuse the gargoyle even more than he already appeared to be.

What I needed was space.

My palms came down on a solid surface in front of me. Too late I realized they were his thighs, and they were thick. Body builder, mountain man thick.

I scrambled back, embarrassed by the noises coming out of me as I tripped over his knees and fell against the nest of soft pillows and blankets. I floundered with no dignity, coming up for air and crawling away from him like a crab.

I let in a breath, all too aware of my naked lower region, slick and wet with evidence of what he’d done to me–what I’d gladly allowed. But I didn’t want to think about that.

I wanted underwear.

Pants would be good, too.

“Where are my clothes?” My shirt was intact, at least. I was almost too afraid to tear my eyes from him to look around for it. Afraid because those dark eyes on me were predatory… hungry.

He looked at me like I was a meal he meant to devour and savor, and it was unsettling how that made me feel.

I cleared my throat. “My clothes?” I urged when he didn’t say anything.

This time, he did speak. His mouth opened and then…sounds. Something rumbled from his chest, pulled deep from his throat. It sounded like an avalanche. Like rough stones chipping together to create fire. It was deep, tumbling together in heavy consonants and vowels that I couldn’t quite decipher.

Was that his language?

He stared at me expectantly, like he wanted me to answer.

The problem was, I had no idea what he fucking said.

Frustration mounted in my chest, making me want to explode. I hadn’t signed up for this. I didn’t even know where I was and now I was with this gargoyle who didn’t even speak English.

“?Hablas espanol?”

His head cocked slightly to the side as he regarded me.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Fuck.

I pushed to my feet, the rapid movement making his wings twitch.

I froze, wondering if he was going to lunge for me, but he was still.

As still as a statue. He didn’t even blink and could have been sitting on a pillar at church for as much as he moved.

Even his breathing seemed to cease. But his eyes seemed to burn as they watched.

It was nerve wracking, and I nearly recoiled from it.

“Okay…” I shook my hands out. “So, you can’t understand me. My name is Dolores Villanueva. I hope you know that, since you kidnapped me and all…”

I waited with bated breath for his response, but nothing came from him except for that rumbling, rock-like sound.

“Alright, well I’m not supposed to be here, you know.”

Again, nothing.

I tipped my head back, looking up at the ceiling. It was cavernous, with thick rocks jutting from the curvature above our heads like a threat. I shivered when I heard the squeaking of a bat.

“Great.” The word felt tight in my throat, and I had the overwhelming urge to weep.

“Just my fucking luck,” I whispered to nobody in particular.

“I’m stuck in a bat-infested cave, with a gargoyle who gives a mean orgasm but can’t understand a single word I’m saying.

” I closed my eyes to keep the tears at bay.

And when I opened them again, I felt one slide down my cheek. “ Fuck .”