Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(4)

I groaned softly in surprise when the man, I was pretty sure it was the same one who had banged on the door, stopped his stumbling back to the group. He doubled over right next to the desk and fell in a heap over the side of it. A harsh grunt escaped past my lips when the freaking wall of muscle landed half on top of me, knocking what little breath I had out of me.

Not good.

He didn’t move.

I didn’t move.

Though it sounded like the shifters were beginning to ‘move’ on the other side of the desk. Jostling of clothes being ripped and barely murmured whispers of consent were given before shouts of fulfillment began soliciting the air in enticement.

A quiet whimper exited past my lips because the man—the shifter—lying on me…felt f*cking delicious.

“Jesus…” he moaned, still not moving even as another wave slammed the air.

“He’s not answering,” I mumbled incoherently, trying to stay still.

The man…chuckled. Deep and rough. “They would say otherwise.”

Yes, the shifters did sound as if they were already climbing into paradise.

The man inhaled heavily against my shoulder, and his head cocked slightly, even as he began to tremble—just as my body was with the effort to stay still. He sniffed again, his tone guttural with need, but also curiosity. “Are you a Garden shifter? You smell,” another deep inhale, “of roses.” He pressed his face more heavily against my shoulder, inhaling again.

I tried really hard to ignore the f*cking ginormous erection pressed against my leg—that had been there since he had fallen on me. “I’m not—”

My stomach vibrated.

Or his cell phone did in his pocket.

He quickly fumbled with it, and I jerked as the grand slam of sensuous power battered the air, my shout unable to be suppressed as I surged up against the muscled body that pressed more firmly against me, keeping me in place. Though my shout was muffled when his massive palm slammed down over my mouth as he—actually—answered his phone, muttering into the receiver, “Tell me you’re near.”

He paused, the tension in his body making his whole frame vibrate. “No, I can’t get there.” Another beat. “Don’t talk to me that way, dammit. I didn’t have anything to do with this. It isn’t any power I know of.” A halting pause, quiet ticks, and then he mumbled gently, respectfully, “I know. I’ll forgive you this time, as you will do for me.” He paused, then his body went even more rigid. “The f*ck you will. Goddamn, you’re a bitch.” One more pause. “Fuck you, too. Oh, wait…that’ll be someone else tonight.” He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and then his head lifted in the darkness.

His eyes were glowing the most vivid green. Beautiful and striking…and scary as shit.

He stared down at me, taking his hand away from my mouth, his glowing eyes all I could see in the darkness as they ran over my face. I couldn’t tell what color his hair was, but it hung down on either side of his face and brushed my flushed cheeks.

My lips pinched, even as I pressed up against him, sizzling flames etching to my fingertips and toes. “I have a boyfriend.”

He blinked, the green glow slowly disappearing. They stayed closed. “Is he near?”

Another whimper escaped me as I sucked in a harsh breath…the power blooming further into the air, practically suffocating me in need. “No, he’s across town.”

The green reappeared. He stared. Quiet. “Is that a yes?”

I knew what he was asking, his muscles taut over me. I hated the shifters…and my body couldn’t say no, my mind overcome with the need to f*ck. And I mean f*ck.

I whispered, “Yes.”

That simply, it was said. It couldn’t be taken back. I needed to have sex, my mind churning for it. A repeated looping focus, honed for one sole purpose.

I. Needed. Sex.

His voice was rough with tension. “I’ll protect you from my family,” he mumbled absently. “They won’t hurt you.”

Confusion made my eyebrows snap together, but I quickly lifted a hand, thumping my palm on his forehead when his face tilted down toward mine. “Nothing freaky while we do this.”

The glow of his eyes was thinner, his lids at half-mast as he groaned softly, pressing his erection against my thigh. “Nothing freaky.”

I clarified. “If I say it’s too freaky, then you’ll stop.”

“I’ll stop anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“And not here,” I moaned, even though my body was screaming for him to take me right here and now. “Too many getting their freaky shit on.” I was trying really damn hard not to listen to the wild noises and flashes of blues and greens on the other side of the desk.

He snorted quietly, but he must have seen that I was serious because, in the next second, I squeaked as he moved in a flurry. One of his massive hands went to my ass, the other behind my back, as he lifted us straight off the ground. He may have been stumbling more than a bit when another round of explosive power sizzled through the air, through us, but the man was on a mission to take us to one of the doors at the side of the room.

My arms quickly embraced him around his neck, my legs tight around his waist.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My body bowed against his.

My fingers threaded through his hair, and my mouth slammed down on his.