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inner folds. “It’s not my normal style either, I promise. But when I walked up here and saw you there… I’m not sure what kind of magic you were working, but no force on earth could have kept me away. Not unless you’d told me no.” He hoped he’d have had enough self-control to respect a turndown. But it would have been a damn near thing.
     
    “It wasn’t any magic of mine. At least nothing conscious.” She lifted up on her knees a little, then slid back down on his cock. “But, goddess, it feels good. I can’t say I’m sorry that you found me up here. The mayor said you wouldn’t be here ’til tomorrow.”
     
    He hesitated. Pendleton had left it up to Damien how much information to share with his landlady. But he figured the woman whose tongue was now in his ear deserved at least part of the truth. “Yeah. Well, I have a little trouble traveling in the daytime. I’m much more myself at night.”
     
    She pulled back and placed one hand on each of his ears while she studied his face. “You’re not a vampire?”
     
    “No.” He could understand her fear. Vamps, in Damien’s experience, were nasty sons of bitches, with no sense of morality at all. If one of those bloodsuckers had found her here, she’d already be a limp and empty husk. That prospect sent a chill of rage and horror skittering down Damien’s spine. What the hell was happening here? He’d just met the woman and already he felt like throwing up at the concept of losing her? Damien needed to find what he was after and get the hell out of here fast, before it was too late.
     
    If it wasn’t already.
     
    “I’m not a vamp. I’m a gargoyle.” He hadn’t intended to tell her, at least not yet. Certainly not while he was still stuffed up inside her.
     
    “A gargoyle? How cool. I’ve never met a gargoyle before. At least not as far as I know.” She rocked back and forth, creating an exquisite friction that aroused and caressed his penis without the urgency of that first frenzied fuck.
     
    “There aren’t all that many of us.” Boy, was that an understatement. The horrific decline of the gargoyle population was why he’d been sent here, to find the first of the four missing artifacts.
     
    “Do you turn to stone? The rest of you I mean.” Her giggle was warm, sweet, teasing. “I already know that part of you does.”
     
    “I can.” He stood, lifting her in his arms, careful not to dislodge his cock from inside her pussy. She wrapped both arms and legs around him and hung on, apparently comfortable letting him relocate them both.
     
    He’d spotted a padded wooden lounger just a few feet from the hot tub. This time he wanted to fuck her in a horizontal position. It didn’t even occur to him that it was January and the air ought to be cold. He sat, bringing her down on top of him. Then as soon as he was sure they’d settled, he rolled them both, bringing his own body over hers, his chest levered up by his elbows on either side of her neck.
     
    “You don’t sound nearly as freaked out as you should be,” he murmured, starting a slow, steady thrust and retreat. “Most humans would be running down the stairs screaming right now.”
     
    “I’m not freaked out at all. I know other non-humans. Mayor Pendleton has a habit of collecting us for his task forces.” She bent her knees to cradle his hips while her hands stroked through his shoulder-length hair.
     
    “Us?” He lowered his lips to trace the shell of her ear, loved the little shiver that skittered through her whole body when he swirled his tongue inside. “So what are you besides a sexy witch? Water nymph? Succubus?”
     
    She wore a long jeweled chain around her neck. It had been draped down her back, but she had turned it as they walked so the ends now hung almost to her navel. He played with it, dragging the gems around and across her nipples. She was whimpering now, but she was still trying to get the words out. “Only a witch. But the hereditary