Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(3)
Groans and moans were my answer from the ‘party room’ along with cries of surprise.
My brows instantly furrowed, my narrowed gaze immediately moved in that direction. It didn’t sound as if they knew what the hell was going on either. That…couldn’t be a good sign. I didn’t like the clamor of their chairs and tables being knocked over either, the ruckus looming closer.
A pulse wave of sunshine-lit-carnal power—it was the only way to describe it—brought me down to my knees, my hands jarring on the tiling, barely catching myself. “Oh, holy…hell.”
At least, the grass wasn’t killing me. It felt like normal blades of fine, soft grass under my fingertips where they hung over the edges of the tiles. I was pretty sure there was even dirt under it, my fingernails digging into it as I moaned. Loudly. There was no stopping it.
Pressing my thighs together, a blaze of sunbeams shivered down my spine, then up. Out to my limbs. I was a trembling mess of lust and pure need. “Lord, help me.”
He didn’t answer.
A wizard did.
The door that appeared so damn far away now flew open, bringing a gust of damp night air, and suddenly, I was nose-to-nose with a wizard as he blurred inside, then stumbled as another wave of molten power pulsed through the air and fell to his knees right in front of me. His orange hair was a windblown mess and he was panting heavily, a sheen of sweat coating his dangerously handsome features. His black clothing even clung to him as if he had just run a marathon. He also had a cellphone pressed to his ear as he leaned heavily on one arm. His silver eyes glowing and blinking repeatedly, he merely ignored me, growling dangerously into the receiver, “I’m here. Where the f*ck are you?”
The ‘party room’s’ door slammed open…and a shifter stumbled outside of it, a horde of other shifters close behind her, but they were falling all over each other. The door swung shut behind her. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink, her breathing just as heavy as mine, and she lowered a cell phone she had to her ear and stared at the wizard in front of me. “I need you.” Damn…her chin began to tremble. “I’ve missed you.”
The wizard’s breath caught, then he blurred to his feet, wobbling a bit where he stood.
I didn’t make a sound. Didn’t plan on it. Not until the wizard paused and seemed to remember I was there on my hands and knees before him. I shook my head slightly and barely managed to moan, “I’m not stopping you. Go get her.”
He eyed me for another heartbeat longer, his silver gaze scanning over my face. If I wasn’t mistaken, committing my features to memory, then he blurred toward the shifter when the door handle to the ‘party room’ started to turn. My hair blew to the left in his breeze, then to the right as he flew back past me, with the woman in his arms—I guessed—since she had disappeared, too.
One of the doors on the far right side of the room opened and slammed shut.
A lock clicked.
“Christ,” I muttered under my breath. I hadn’t even seen them slip inside. My gaze honed on my exit, my salvation from this shifter pit of Hades. I had a hand lifted, but the stampede of shifters had made it here, the door to the ‘party room’ literally unhinging and flying over my body. And to match with the pure hell my night was turning into, another pulse wave of carnal demand lashed the air, sending me to my stomach.
Suddenly, the ground started to shake beneath me.
It wasn’t because of the shifters falling down heavily where they stood either.
I had no clue what the f*ck it was, but it felt like an earthquake.
One of the shifters chose that moment to let out a piercing shriek, not handling the floor vibrating well.
In a domino effect, the lights above started popping and bursting left to right, in what appeared to be the entire building, from her heinous wail. I shouted, slamming my hands over my ears—my injured shout not the only one heard—horrified, I could feel so much agony, my ears feeling like they were going to bleed and still be turned on at a nuclear level at the same time. One by one, the lights burst…leaving the entire place in darkness, only the moon shining in through the front windows on either side of the door, the windows now cracked in a wicked spider web, an entrance worthy of this shit hole.
One shattered as the wailing continued.
Just as suddenly as it had started, the screeching stopped.
I moaned in appreciation to whoever had shut her the hell up. Though partial sanity quickly returned when I felt someone brush past me. Quivering in need, I swiftly began army crawling around the receptionist desk, my way slow going with the ground vibrating as it was. The front door was too far, and too many shifters were between it and me now. The desk would provide some cover.
Banging ensued on a door, in the direction that the wizard and shifter had escaped to, then a growling voice demanded on a brutal shout, “Cut that shit out!”
Instantly, the ground stopped shaking. Just as I managed to roll onto my back behind the desk.
A sizzling white, hot bolt of power shook the air, and my back arched off the ground, pieces of grass torn and sticking to my hands as I cried out. Fuck, my legs were even spread like a damn offering, my panties soaked. I wasn’t the only one by the sound of it either.
Moans and shouts of fleshy base hunger issued on the other side of the desk. A multitude of them, the freaking huge ass party sucked into the vortex of unnatural power, the gusts slamming again and again, repeatedly flowing through the air like a jackhammer.