Page 21 of When the Weaver Met the Gargoyle (Leafshire Cove Monsters #1)
Chapter 21
Laini
M y heart bursts with love for this gargoyle. I take his face in my hands and kiss his full lips softly. His chest moves as he breathes in through his nose as if he is savoring this moment like I am. I move back an inch and study his intense expression. His luminous eyes are like the flames of the Harvest Party bonfires. The warmth of his arms and his extended wings suffuse the chill in the air. His scent, a mix of exotic spices and fresh rain, swirls around me and heats my center even more. The way he regards me like I’m the most valued treasure in the world melts my heart and ruins what remains of it for good.
My mate’s mark seems to sizzle and flutter like the gargoyle wings have come to life. “I love you, Romulus. I want to be your true and lasting mate forever.”
He nods, and the lopsided grin he gives me is the most adorable thing ever. “To complete it from my side, I will need to be inside you while I summon stone magic.”
My eyes go wide before I can school my features. “What will that be like?”
“My body will turn to stoneflesh. I, uh, will be very hard and very cold. Just for a moment to merge my magic with your body. You’ll also likely feel the magic pour into you before, um, before I do.”
I’m soaking my knickers. I can’t wait. I kiss him again, licking his bottom lip. “Please continue.”
He drags his fangs down my throat, sending chills down my neck and torso. My breasts perk, and he nibbles a nipple. I gasp and moan, pushing my hips so that my body meets his hardness and crest. With a hum, he draws his weight onto me, and his crest vibrates against my most sensitive spot. Pleasure dances through my blood, and I pull away, only to roll against him again.
“That crest of yours is annihilating me,” I whisper into his pointed ear.
He only growls into my temple and poises himself at my entrance. His flesh is also cooling down. It feels absolutely wonderful. His earring brushes my mouth, the cold metal making me imagine his mating ritual and how this might feel. My climax coils inside me, almost ready to be unleashed by my monster. He penetrates my heat slowly, and the contrast between our bodies sends desires unspooling through my blood.
“Are you sure?” he asks, pausing about a third of the way in by my guess. He’s just so big.
“I am,” I gasp, longing for him to move.
He plunges into me, and tingling explodes over me, spreading from my core outward. I bite my lip and groan in ecstasy.
“Don’t hold back, my flower. Open up for me and call out just as loudly as you want. Gargoyle mates are not shy to claim their pleasure.”
His words have me rocketing toward my peak, and I pant against his throat as he pulls back from my cleft and then slams fully into me. The amazing fullness has me jerking upward against his vibrating crest. Pleasure rises inside me, nearly exploding. I’m so close, and I can tell this is going to be the best climax I’ve ever had. Fully sheathed, he goes still, and his body grows chilly.
He locks his gaze on me, and though he is frightening-looking, I can see my kind darling in those glowing eyes. He is the male who protects me at every turn and savors my real self at every opportunity. He is simultaneously the kindest and sexiest male in the world.
“Laini Weaver, I take you as my true and lasting mate.”
Joy suffuses the physical pleasure of his stone-hard body joined with mine. “Romulus Greystone, I take you as my true and lasting mate.”
I am desperate for him to move, to give me friction against his cold, stone-hard cock, but he stubbornly remains still. I reach for his wing’s edge and rub until his head drops back and his lips part in a guttural moan. The tendons in his throat stand out, and I can tell he is barely holding on.
“Not yet, Laini. Hold still.”
It’s impossible, but I try. For him. For us.
And then it happens. Magic as cold as frost tickles its way from my core to spread over my entire body. My pulse pounds in my center and my throat, and the wave of pleasure lifts to and threatens to spill over the edge.
“Rom, I feel it. It’s divine,” I whisper huskily. My body trembles with desire. He has to move soon, or I’m going to die of want.
He lowers his gaze to my face again and snarls loudly, showing his fangs. Then he pounds into me relentlessly, his flesh smacking mine in the most delicious way. His crest vibrates harder, and his stony cock pushes every perfect spot inside me. His wings curl around me and lift me so I am wrapped around his waist. He slams me up and down, and I unfurl in a storm of the most decadent pleasure there could ever be in any kingdom anywhere.
“Blessed Stones, Rom! Yes!”
He roars my name and hammers into me once more. The heat of his climax floods the cold magic flurrying inside me and sends me over the edge again, even though I just came.
Wrapping me more tightly in his wings, he lowers us to the bed. He presses a kiss against my forehead before rolling to his side and separating from me gently. He keeps us shielded by his wings as he adjusts so that we lie side by side. He draws circles on my stomach with his talon and whispers my name over and over again.
I tuck myself against him and begin to fall asleep on his warm chest.
“I knew you could do it, Rom,” I whisper.
“You always believed in me in a way no one else has, my perfect mate.”
My mate’s mark tingles, and I ball my fingers and tuck my hand into his palm. “So, is that the only time you can do the stone magic inside me?”
His chuckle shakes his chest, and I grin against him, flicking my tongue onto his chest for just a taste of his salty skin. “I can do that anytime you wish for it.”
I shimmy in his embrace. “I was hoping you’d say that.”