Serial Story: Under His Wing, Part 7
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Dunning Manor, Book 1
Under His Wing
Part 7
Thomas found himself more than a little intrigued by his latest assignment, and while he knew she meant the question to be an insult, her obvious attraction in her flushed cheeks was flattering, if misplaced.
He’d allowed himself to get attached occasionally in the early years, when he’d still had hope that one of his assignments would turn out to be his salvation. It hadn’t taken long for that hope to dim, and a week’s worth of pleasure wasn’t worth the pain that inevitably followed once he returned to his lonely stone perch. He’d learned to harden himself against the attraction, to stay calm and detached, which made him better at solving problems than anyone else in the manor.
It also completely removed the chance that anyone would ever be able to break his spell and free him, a fact he’d long ago embraced.
Even so, he’d felt the chemistry with this one the moment he’d stepped foot in the room, and despite his prodding and brutish manors, her pupils were still dilated, her pulse still fast, her body still reacting to his in ways she probably didn’t even realize.
He allowed himself one brief moment to imagine what it would be like to swipe an arm across the table, sending everything clattering to the floor so he could scoop her up, lay her down and bury himself in her welcoming body.
Stifling a moan of regret, he stood, towering over her at his full human height, and all too aware that her interest was about to turn to disgust and fear. It had to be done.
He didn’t speak, merely willed the change, and felt the subtle shifts in his bones and ligaments as the gargoyle took shape in front of her. His clothes tore and his wings opened, knocking things off the walls even as his tail swished through the fireplace, sending an array of sparks into the room.
Her eyes never left his throughout the transformation, and he waited, steeling himself against the inevitable screaming and panic.
Her eyes widened, in shock, but then her brows narrowed and she stood up, tilting her head as she regarded his stronger, monstrous physique. Reaching out, she actually touched the side of his face, feeling his skin and bringing up a rumble of desire from somewhere deep in his gut. She felt his ears and then made a slow circle around him, ducking under his wings and brushing past his switching tail as if it were a mere branch in her way.
When she finally stood in front of him again, she met his stare with an unwavering one of her own and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Cool party trick,” she said finally. “Do you do the whole turning to stone bit too, or is that too hard - pun intended, of course.”
Then her eyes drifted south, past the tattered remains of his clothing to settle somewhere in the vicinity of the gargoyle’s enhanced male...equipment, and her eyebrows shot up as her cheeks stained red.
“Well that answers that question, I guess.”
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Dunning Manor, Book 1
Under His Wing
Part 7
Thomas found himself more than a little intrigued by his latest assignment, and while he knew she meant the question to be an insult, her obvious attraction in her flushed cheeks was flattering, if misplaced.
He’d allowed himself to get attached occasionally in the early years, when he’d still had hope that one of his assignments would turn out to be his salvation. It hadn’t taken long for that hope to dim, and a week’s worth of pleasure wasn’t worth the pain that inevitably followed once he returned to his lonely stone perch. He’d learned to harden himself against the attraction, to stay calm and detached, which made him better at solving problems than anyone else in the manor.
It also completely removed the chance that anyone would ever be able to break his spell and free him, a fact he’d long ago embraced.
Even so, he’d felt the chemistry with this one the moment he’d stepped foot in the room, and despite his prodding and brutish manors, her pupils were still dilated, her pulse still fast, her body still reacting to his in ways she probably didn’t even realize.
He allowed himself one brief moment to imagine what it would be like to swipe an arm across the table, sending everything clattering to the floor so he could scoop her up, lay her down and bury himself in her welcoming body.
Stifling a moan of regret, he stood, towering over her at his full human height, and all too aware that her interest was about to turn to disgust and fear. It had to be done.
He didn’t speak, merely willed the change, and felt the subtle shifts in his bones and ligaments as the gargoyle took shape in front of her. His clothes tore and his wings opened, knocking things off the walls even as his tail swished through the fireplace, sending an array of sparks into the room.
Her eyes never left his throughout the transformation, and he waited, steeling himself against the inevitable screaming and panic.
Her eyes widened, in shock, but then her brows narrowed and she stood up, tilting her head as she regarded his stronger, monstrous physique. Reaching out, she actually touched the side of his face, feeling his skin and bringing up a rumble of desire from somewhere deep in his gut. She felt his ears and then made a slow circle around him, ducking under his wings and brushing past his switching tail as if it were a mere branch in her way.
When she finally stood in front of him again, she met his stare with an unwavering one of her own and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Cool party trick,” she said finally. “Do you do the whole turning to stone bit too, or is that too hard - pun intended, of course.”
Then her eyes drifted south, past the tattered remains of his clothing to settle somewhere in the vicinity of the gargoyle’s enhanced male...equipment, and her eyebrows shot up as her cheeks stained red.
“Well that answers that question, I guess.”
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