Stone Destiny (Stone Passion #3) by A.C. Warneke Read Free Book Online Page A

light to let her be able to make out the form of Armand and the expanse of gleaming skin as he stripped.
    Though the image was blurry and a little distorted, she knew his body well enough to fill in the blanks and a little sigh of appreciation escaped before she could prevent it. With a flurry of movement, Armand gathered up the discarded robe and held it in front of his body, covering the uniquely male part that she very much wanted to see. “Ferris!”
    “Armand!” she returned, mimicking his scandalized tone. Turning around, she faced him, knowing her face was as red as his. Her heart was thudding wildly out of control in her chest, threatening to crack her ribs, but she gave him what she hoped was a neut ral expression, “Really, Armand, it’s not like I could see anything interesting. The window makes a very poor mirror.”
    He huffed out a reluctant, embarrassed laugh before glancing eastwards towards the rising sun. To her disappointment, he didn’t lower the gathered material. “The sun is about to rise.”
    “Yes,” she nodded, slightly confused by his statement of the obvious. “I know.”
    He took a step backwards, unwilling to turn around and let her see his butt. Emotion played out over his face as he stared at her, as if she should know what he was trying to say so he wouldn’t have to say it out loud. Of course she knew he wanted her to leave because when he changed from a man to a gargoyle there was a period when he would be unable to hide his penis, either his large human penis or the massive gargoyle penis. For as long as she could remember he had taken great pains to hide his male-ness from her, protecting her even when he resented her being there.
    But now she wanted to see him as he was, not as he made himself to be. She was no longer a six year old child climbing onto a gargoyle's lap, seeking a safe haven from the big scary world. She was twenty-one and madly in love with the man. Leaning against the wall, her arms still crossed over her betraying nipples, she grinned, “Wouldn’t it be nice to no longer have to hide your stone penis from my poor, virginal eyes?”
    “Dear gods, Ferris,” he sighed in exasperation, his voice getting rougher as he began to transition with the rising of the sun. “Is it your goal in life to be as big a pain in my ass as possible?”
    She laughed softly at his harsh words, knowing he wasn’t entirely serious. “Only on Wednesdays.”
    “Then thank the gods it’s only Friday,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards in a half-smile. Shaking his head, the color of his skin already fading to gray, he turned around and stepped up onto the ledge, allowing Ferris the joy of seeing his gorgeous butt.
    “You really do have a nice ass, Armand,” she murmured, laughing when he grumbled something not very flattering about her tenacity under his breath. She didn’t care because she was finally going to see him change from man to gargoyle. His sleek muscles grew, his entire body grew, until his six foot three of solid man became nearly eight feet of stone gargoyle with a pair of wings that curved around his large body.
    Moving until she could see his profile, she watched as his straight nose and full lips elongated into a deadly-looking beak. His body was still human, more or less, though his feet and hands had a talon-like quality to them. Despite his best effort to shield her from the most interesting parts of his body, it was impossible to hide the mammoth penis that thrust out from between his rock-hard thighs. “Jesus Christ, how in the world are you able to hide that thing?”
    Astonishingly, she was pretty sure he blushed; the color on his cheeks was just a hint darker than usual. As she stared at the unwieldy stone penis, there was a shimmer and then it simply vanished from her sight. “Go inside and get some sleep, Ferris. You’re delirious with exhaustion.”
    She giggled a little madly at those words since she was exhausted. But she was