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

insanely curious as well and since the other gargoyles weren’t up there yet…. She frowned at that realization, “Where are your brothers?”
    He let out a long-suffering sigh, “Vaughn probably screwed your aunt and is remaining human for the day to help take care of the baby and Rhys is probably spending the day with your mom doing whatever they do during the day with him as a gargoyle.”
    “Don’t you think it would be worth giving up your nights again to have the chance of spending time in the sun as a man?” she asked, cocking her head to the side, trying not to get distracted by the muscled stone gargoyle, trying to keep her hands to herself.
    “The risk is too great,” he said softly, holding her eyes as he spoke. “Most humans wouldn't survive drinking the blood of Medusa and the blood is what makes it possible for Vaughn to walk beneath the sun.”
    “But it also lets them have children,” she persisted, wanting some indication that he might be willing to take a chance, some day. “Don’t you want…”
    Suddenly he laughed, his massive shoulders heaving, “Let it go, Fer. It’s simply not going to happen. Now, go inside and get some sleep.”
    The overwhelming urge to climb into his lap and sleep in his arms filled her and she remained rooted to the spot, unable to walk away, unable to give in to her desire. When she had been a little girl, she had climbed into his lap all of the time, using him as her own personal jungle gym as she told him about her day. But when she turned sixteen or seventeen, around the time she realized she was in love with him, she stopped touching him altogether when he was in his gargoyle form. At first she didn’t touch him because she knew how foolish it was to love Armand. And then it became a habit to keep her distance during the day when it would have been so easy to let her guard down.
    Now, the urge to touch him was irresistible and, almost hesitantly, she lightly ran her hand down the middle of his back, between his wings. The stone flesh was so warm beneath her palm and she pressed harder, loving the feel of his hard muscles. Through half-lowered lids she saw a shimmer, and her heart kicked up its pace in her chest.
    Without warning, his body stiffened and his wings thrust outwards, expanding to their full span and quivering as if they were made of feathers and not stone. His head whipped around and his gray eyes bore into her, hard with accusation and bewilderment, “What the fuck was that?”
    She snatched her hand back and held it against her chest, staring at Armand’s face in wide-eyed fascination and shock. Her eyes dipped down and the hidden penis was no longer hidden. It stood out proudly between his thighs, lengthening and thickening as she watched. Slowly, she reached out her hand to touch the swollen stone only to have her fingers slapped away by a hand with deadly looking talons for nails. Letting out a surprised yelp at the painless but unexpected rebuke, she faltered a step backwards as her eyes flew to his face.
    Warning and something slightly dangerous burned in his piercing, gray stone eyes and she was unable to look away. She didn’t see the lethal beak or the gray stone or the magnificent wings, she simply saw Armand. Her lips spoke his name but no sound came out. Silence surrounded them, shutting out the world until all that remained was her and the gargoyle. Still holding his eyes, she tentatively, carefully, reached out her hand, as if any quick movement on her part would spook him.
    Her finger tips brushed the tip of his stone erection, slowly moving across the blistering hot surface. His chest rose and fell with each panted breath he took and his eyes squeezed shut in tortured pleasure as his beak fell open. A warm talon covered her hand, holding it in place.
    The sound of heavy footsteps intruded into the bubble that had been surrounding them, bursting it and bringing them crashing back to reality. Just as the door swung open, she