The Gargoyle's Captive (A Deal With a Demon, #3)

by Katee Robert

“I can walk.” “You’re saying that out of pride. If I put you down, you’re going to buckle like a newborn babe. It will waste both our time.”

“I respect you and what you’re doing here, but if you attempt to remove Grace from my home, I will cut you into tiny pieces and scatter you to the winds.”

I can’t move. I can’t think. I am a receptacle for her demand, so when she crooks her finger at me, I know exactly what she requires without her saying anything at all. I crawl to her. It’s not a long distance, but it’s incredibly awkward with my wings. It should be demeaning; in fact, it is. I’ve never felt so at peace.

I’ve never felt so owned. I never knew that was something I could crave. Not just the domination, though that gets me so hard, it feels like my cock might burst. It’s in the caring too. She doesn’t just want me on my knees. She wants me there willingly. She wants me enjoying this just as much as she is, playing this game all the way until completion. I’ve never felt so vulnerable and yet so cared for.

She possesses my mouth, and I am only too happy to submit. I want to wrap her up and pull her close until I don’t know where she ends and I begin. I need her so desperately that I dig my fingers into my thighs again to prevent myself from disobeying her. Holy fuck, what is happening to me?

“Keep your hands on the headboard, or I’ll stop what I’m doing. Do you understand?”

“No.” He huffs out a rough laugh. “I think my world just tilted on its axis.”

“Will we be fighting today or fucking . . . or both?”

I didn’t realize I spoke out loud until he answers me. He pulls me closer and tucks his face against my throat. “It’s easy. When life kicks you in the teeth enough times, you learn to expect it. If I were any smarter, I would’ve given up fighting by now. Maybe I would have some peace then.”

“I never pegged you for a coward.”

“You’re so angry, Grace. Do you think I’m not? But then, the most aggravating thing in the world is to look at another person and see your perfect mirror. Changing me won’t change how you feel. It won’t change you.”

“I hurt all the time, Grace. What’s a little more if it helps fix things between us?”

The sight . . . I want to imprint it on the backs of my eyes, to remember this moment forever. Instead I press deeper.

“We’re not done yet.” Her next laugh is almost panicked. “The mind is willing, but I don’t think my body can take any more. You’re too big.” I grin against her hair. “I had a delivery during the time we weren’t speaking. If the mind is willing . . . I have a solution for the body.”

“Tell Grace I’m coming for her tomorrow. If she still wants to see me.” “Bram.” He looks over his shoulder at me, expression grim. “If you don’t come for her tomorrow, she’s liable to come looking for you.”