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  They flew further away from the city toward a hillside mansion. The world spun around her.

  “I’m spellbound and I’ve come to finish what you started tonight.”

  “But…you’re flying.”

  “I know.” He continued to fly toward the mansion. “This is my home.”

  “But…but…why didn’t you just knock on my door?”

  “Where’s the romance in that?” he laughed.

  “How can you fly? I mean you have wings. Feathers. Did you know you have wings?” she asked, knowing how silly that sounded.

  “Only when I want them.”

  He lowered them into a courtyard and let her slide down his length until her bare feet touched the tiles, still warm from the day’s sun.

  “What…what are you?” she asked.

  “Anything you want me to be, Cat.”

  “Can you give a straight answer?” she asked, looking around the grounds.

  “Come.” He held out his hand and she took it. “I’ve been waiting for a woman daring enough to do the very thing she feared. You are that woman, Cat. Tonight you did something that frightened you. I mean, you were trembling and yet you continued with it.”

  “I ran away.”

  “You didn’t run, you walked. A very sexy walk.”

  “I don’t understand. What do you want?”

  “I want you to finish the lap dance, of course.” His warm breath fell over her.

  Delightful shivers raced to her pussy. She hugged herself against uncontrollable trembling. Shock. She must be in shock.

  “You’re a very talented dancer. I haven’t had a lap dance like that in centuries,” he said.

  She stared at him, dropping her gaze to the ground, but retraced the path back to his groin. He was still wearing the dress shirt and slacks, but his wings had disappeared.

  “Are you a…vampire?” Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

  He shook his head. “I’m a gargoyle.” He grabbed her hand and led her toward the door.

  “Ah…gargoyle? But I thought they were ugly. I mean. Well, it’s just…”

  “You can believe in a vampire easier than a gargoyle?” He opened the door and allowed her to enter first.

  The entrance hall was massive and decorated in marble and wrought ironwork. Thick rugs, rich in color and design graced the floor.

  “Is this your home?”

  “Yes.”

  “Gargoyle? I mean, you’re gargoyles? For real? Are you immortal like vampires?”

  “Yes. I can appear as a human during the night but at daybreak I revert to my gargoyle form.”

  “So you can use wings whenever you like?”

  “Come.” He led her through a series of rooms ornately decorated with so many antiques she felt as though she were in a museum. If these were all original pieces then he must be very old.

  He led her through arched doorways onto a terrace that overlooked the city below.

  “Shall we finish your dance?” he asked and sat down in a patio chair.

  “You’re serious?”

  “Very. For a gargoyle, once something is started it must be completed or we never rest.”

  “But…I mean, you do realize I was doing it for a contest.”

  “And it must be completed.” He sat waiting. “Please.”

  She considered him and in spite of her denial. Cat wanted to finish it, too. She wanted to recapture the excitement she’d felt being with him.

  “Okay. I owe you that much for being such a good sport tonight. I need music.”

  “Music,” he said and snapped his fingers.

  The grinding beat of drums was accompanied by instruments. She looked around for the speakers.

  “I’m a magical being, Cat. I can do many things.” The suggestive tone in his voice sent wet heat rushing between her legs. Delightful twinges perked nerve endings into high alert. She no longer cared if this was real or a dream. She would eagerly meet his challenge to complete the dance.

  Dressed only in the t-shirt, she walked over to him and planted one foot on his knee and leaned forward, letting her hair fall forward. She knew her position gave him a slight glimpse of her pussy, but she was committed to seducing him. After all, it was her dream.

  His attention flashed to her legs. He stiffened in the chair and lowered his head slightly. She heard the low catch in his breath when his gaze settled on her pussy. Slowly, she lowered her leg and turned from him. She sensed his disappointment. Excited pulses throbbed to her pussy.

  Swaying to the music, she danced around him, teasing him as though she was going to straddle him again, only to step away. She lifted the hem of the t-shirt just enough for him to glimpse the bottom of her ass while twirling away from him.

  The heat of his gaze touched her and she responded by moving just a little slower, knowing how each movement made his pulse pound harder. He reached for her and she spun away. Finally, he stood from the chair and she was shocked to find him naked. When had that happened?

  Well, of course he was naked, she mentally laughed. This was a dream and he was a magical creature. She let her gaze dip below his face. His chest was broad and packed with muscles. She glanced to his waist and found his cock—engorged and erect.

  She swallowed the dryness in her throat and stopped dancing. The sultry summer night engulfed her. Serenaded by a chorus of crickets, she felt very much like Eve in paradise. Cat licked her lips, taking in every inch of his tanned body.

  “Hmm,” was all she could push past the numbness disconnecting her brain to her body. He took a step closer and she looked up into his blue eyes. As blue as any summer sky. Quickening pulses singed her sensitive areas.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said in a low voice. “You truly awakened me. You left the club before I made you come. I want to make you come, Cat…again…and again.”

  He knew she’d been close to orgasm at the club? Heat flashed over her cheeks. She watched his cock buoying in front of him as he closed the distance between them. Anticipation screamed through her. When his powerful arms encircled her, Cat tilted her head back to receive his kiss.

  Firm lips touched hers ever-so lightly before pressing harder. She met his passion, melting against his body. Tender breasts crushed against his broad chest. Her sensitized nipples turned into hard buds, tingling with the need to feel his lips suckling them. She flattened her hands over his flexed biceps. She rose onto tiptoes and pressed against into him.

  His deep groan vibrated between their kiss and nimble fingers slid to the hem of her t-shirt. He broke from the kiss and lifted the cotton shirt over her head. Cat helped him remove it and he tossed it to the ground.

  “Oh baby.” His voice was full of the same lust throbbing in her. Anxious heat stoked delightful sensations to her swollen clit.

  He cupped her breasts in his hands and burrowed his face into them. Running his tongue over a puckered areola, he encircled the nipple with his tongue in a moist teasing path. She held her breath, waiting for him to close his lips around it, and when he did, a throaty moan vibrated inside her. He teased the hardened bud, sucking it into his mouth and tenderly nibbling on it. An onslaught of quickening pulses rushed to her pussy and took her breath away.

  She wasn’t sure when he’d lowered her onto the ground, but came to her senses with the feel of grass cushioning her ass. He trailed a series of short kisses over her abdomen leaving a tingling path to her pussy. Her breasts rose and fell in ragged breaths of anticipation.

  Masculine fingertips brushed in featherlike strokes over the lips of her pussy. A whimper escaped her and she writhed under his touch, longing to feel his fingers press into her swollen clit. Each time she rolled her hips in an effort to make contact, he pulled away.

  “You’re driving me crazy.” She would beg if that was what it took.

  “Easy, love, I’m saving the best for last.” He lifted his head and let his stare travel from her face to her breasts, lingering there for a brief glance before dipping to her p
ussy.

  He toyed with her, stroking the length of her slit. She quivered. Warm juices rushed from her, drenching her thighs and a slow smile spread over his lips. She wondered if he sensed her arousal. Could he feel that her flesh was on fire.

  “Your scent is sweet,” he said. “Why don’t you open your legs for me so I can see you better?”

  “Oh yes,” she said and spread her legs, lifting her hips slightly.

  “Do you want it?” he asked and ran his forefinger around her opening.

  “You know I do.” She licked her lips.

  His low chuckle fanned over her legs as he leaned down. “One kiss, then you must finish the lap dance,” he said, raising his eyebrows as though punctuating his command with a question.

  “Anything,” she sighed.

  He lowered his face to her pussy and she tilted her hips to meet him. His lips pressed into her flesh and Cat gasped. Her mind whirled with a rush of blood under the wave of incredible sensations.

  His tongue flicked against the outer lips of her pussy and she spread her legs wider, trying to encourage him to touch that one place so hot and throbbing for release. She knew she’d come the moment his tongue touched her nub, but she needed release.

  “Please,” she whispered. His tongue touched her clit in a fast flicking and the sensation was too powerful to contain. Electric pulses shot through her. He pressed harder. She writhed. The energy shot up her spine and she was grasped by a series of spasms.

  * * * * *

  Grant groaned, unable to stop tasting her even though he wanted her to finish the lap dance. Just a little more. It had been so long since he’d made love to a human female. He intended to enjoy every second of it. Human flesh was sweet to the taste and a woman’s scent was like an elixir. Sweet paradise, he craved her. She was the one. He’d known it the moment he’d entered the club and seen her. His last night of freedom and the energy signature he sought had encased the building, giving him renewed hope. He might have a future. He leaned down to kiss her pussy once more. Her flesh tasted so luscious. Sweet nectar. What would happen when he told her why he’d followed her home? Once she knew, would she run away from him in fear? Like the others had?

  He flicked the tip of his tongue over her heated flesh, sensing her renewed arousal. He knew the pleasure each touch gave her. The sensual rhythm of a woman in urgent arousal was the most exhilarating thing he knew. Gods and goddesses, he loved how she danced to the beat of sexual want.

  He was an addict, governed by the essence of a human female. Of course, his need for a human woman was by design. Only a human female could break the gargoyle curse.

  “I’ve waited so long for you. I was caught in the sun many years ago. And once every twenty years I regain my freedom to live as a man. For one night.” He didn’t tell her that tonight offered him the chance to finally be free of his prison and live the days as a gargoyle and the nights as a man― forever.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You don’t need to,” he said. There would be time to tell her about the curse that imprisoned his entire family for a misdeed long forgotten. He paused.

  Could she truly be the one to free him?

  Or was she like countless others? Would she also flee when she saw his true gargoyle form? Sweet paradise, would she be able to withstand the intense lovemaking required to make him whole again?

  She moaned and his thoughts melted in a need to please her. Just a little more, yet not enough to make her come. Just enough to make her pliable to his demands. He inserted a finger into her opening and she whimpered under the new sensation. Hooking his finger, he massaged the wall of her pussy. She gasped and he knew he’d found the precious spot. Her muscles clamped around his finger.

  His healing could be found only in her pleasure. He lifted his head, knowing her body would need a few moments to recover enough to arouse again and was surprised when she went rigid against him. A smaller orgasm that seemed to surprise her, quickened his blood.

  “Sexy lady,” he said and pulled his fingers from her, slowly massaging the outer rim of her opening. He slathered her clit with slow gentle tongue strokes until her hips began to roll once more. He felt her arousal building and quickened his strokes, this time pressing a finger into her anus while inserting two fingers into her opening.

  “So much pleasure,” she gasped. “You make me come so hard and fast.”

  He finger-fucked her, keeping rhythm with his tongue against her clit. She thrashed beneath his toying, gasping for air and moving toward another release. He pressed his finger deeper into her asshole. The walls of her pussy clenched and she spasmed again in a hard grip.

  “Oh, Grant,” she panted. Her body throbbed around his fingers and he pressed kisses into her pussy, running his tongue along the outer lips now glistening with her juices.

  He smiled. His expertise to bring her so quickly and completely to a powerful orgasm was the result of hundreds of years of lovemaking. Years of seeking the one woman capable of accepting him. Thoughts of her turning from him made him pause, and yet, what if she was the only one who would see him for what he was and not for what he had never been?

  A man.

  It was so simple a thing, yet so monumental. He stared down at her lying there so perfect and beautiful. His cock twitched and all concerns fled. He longed to join her in that blissful orgasmic release, but wanted to give her one more moment of pleasure. It was then he’d join her and they would share a final orgasm. It was then he’d shift back into the creature so many lovers in the past found frightening. Too frightening to love. Would she, too, cringe at the sight of him. She was his last hope. This was his last chance.

  She rolled her head back and forth in a sensual movement that told him how much she was enjoying the lingering afterglow. He sat back on his heels and stared down at her.

  “Come give me that lap dance,” he said and held his hands out to her.

  “O-Okay,” she mumbled through the sex fog he knew wrapped around her in a feeling of warmth and incredible satisfaction.

  The power of sex was something he understood and had mastered in his attempt to find the one woman capable of enduring the entire ritual lovemaking necessary to transform him.

  “That felt so good,” she whispered as he helped her stand. Grant sat down in the patio chair, aware his erection presented more of what she might find at the end of such a dance instead of the beginning. “You do realize I’ve never done a lap dance until tonight, don’t you? You were the last of five challenges in the Extreme Challenge I entered. My prize was going to be a new sports car. I didn’t finish the dance the way I’d planned. That car was going to be my ticket back to college.” Her voice vibrated with regret.

  “A noble cause. I’m glad I was your last challenge. I understand about challenges. I’ve struggled with one for a long time.”

  “You have?” she asked, moving to sit on his lap.

  “I shall tell you about it later,” he said, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his kiss. She opened her mouth to his probing tongue. Hot and sweet. He stroked her tongue with his as she straddled his lap. She broke from the kiss.

  “Grant,” she gasped, moving to take him inside her.

  “You’re tight,” he breathed, easing into her moist opening. His cock pulsed under the rigid tightness of her fleshy heat. “You feel so good.” He molded his hands around her perfect ass and tugged her closer.

  She touched the tip of her tongue to her lower lip and dragged it across the plump flesh. His heart pounded harder.

  “You’re the biggest man I’ve ever fucked,” she gasped and eased further down his shaft.

  Her tender flesh stretched to accommodate him and at last he slipped the rest of the way inside her so their bodies were joined as closely as possible.

  He groaned, unable to say what he was feeling. Unable to tell her how perfectly they fit together. How her sweet cunt made him burn with the need to fuck her hard and fast, and how he wanted to savor every
precious moment. He massaged her ass and released a deep groan.

  Her full breasts bounced under the rocking movement as she ground her pelvis into him. If she kept this up, he’d never last long enough to take her to the next orgasm.

  “I have a mission, Cat,” he panted, leaning back on his elbows to get a better view of her supple body twisting and undulating in the night.

  “So do I,” she grinned. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll sprout wings again and carry me off into the night—forever.” Her giggle sent his heart hammering and something deep inside him quickened. What was that? He’d never had such a feeling. Excitement and something else.

  “I told you mine, so what is your mission?” Her long hair fell over her face as she leaned over him.

  “To bring you to orgasm one more time. Do you think you can meet the challenge?” he asked.

  “Hmm. Just one?” A slow deliciously wanton smile spread over her pouty lips.

  “You can free me, Cat. Come sunrise I’ll change back into a gargoyle statue. Trapped for another twenty years unless I join with a human female.”

  “Like we’re doing now?”

  “You must accept me and then I’m free, but you…”

  “I accept you, Grant.”

  “You don’t understand. I must transform into my gargoyle form. Now.” He choked off the words, waiting for the familiar protest and comments of disgust.

  “It’ll be my honor to free you, Grant. Enough talk,” she panted, “play with my clit, make me come again.” She tucked her lower lip between her teeth.

  He couldn’t believe it. She’d offered no protest—yet. He felt his face changing, shifting into his true form. The slits along his back widening and his wings unfurling. The wind caught within their arch, fluttering over the thousands of dark feathers. His facial muscles tightened as he shifted into the half-lion, half-man gargoyle image.

  She stared at him, showing no fear. “You’re even sexier like this,” she whispered.

  Joy seized him. She wasn’t repulsed. She hadn’t panicked. She was accepting. Of him! Freedom would be his. The frantic excitement shoved all thoughts aside.

  “Please don’t stop now,” she whispered.