Chapter 4 – Byron
BYRON
Iam so angry. With myself, with Harold, and with the woman. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wasn’t going to touch her. I just needed to know that she was as evil as the Elites said. Without being sure, how the hell was I going to carry out this mission?
How was I supposed to know she wouldn't open her eyes? Wasn't that her thing?
Pulling the tissues out of my nose, I stare at my reflection without seeing myself. All I can see is the woman. She’s nothing like I expected. She’s tiny, so tiny that I could hold her for days without tiring myself out.
And… she’s unexpectedly beautiful. She doesn’t have a head full of snakes, like I had expected. Instead, her hair is long and dark, full of waves, and she has the face of a goddess, not a monster.
An image of her naked form flashes into my mind, the last thing I should be picturing. I think of the moment when I dressed her in my white shirt. I’d told myself that it’d be easy for me not to look. That this was a creature that we were bound to fight against, to count as an enemy.
But… I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I tried not to look, but I’m a man, and she is stunning. All of her: her breasts, her smooth stomach, and her bare pussy.
I groan. I hate myself. It was only a second that I saw her before I yanked the shirt on and started buttoning, but it was enough.
She’s attractive. I find her attractive. The enemy.
I am so fucked up.
Harold raps on the door. “We need to go.”
I take a deep breath and glance down to see that my hard erection is visible through my jeans. Damn it! I untuck my shirt to hide the evidence, but I don’t do a very good job.
Keep it together!
Opening the door, I stare at my best friend.
He runs a hand through his hair, which usually means he has something to say that I won’t like.
“What is it?”
“Forrest called. He needs my help.”
I stare at him. “You’re kidding me.”
He shakes his head. “You’ll have to take her to Eros.”
I cannot be alone with this woman. “Can’t we just get Forrest together and then—“
“What, scared to be alone with me?” the woman says, looking toward me and pouting her lips.
My traitorous cock gives another twitch.
“Shut up!” I tell her. How can she see through me so easily?
Harold gives me a disapproving look. “You know the time constraints we’re under. And I would take her, but you’re the better fighter, if something goes wrong.”
I want to pound my fist through the wall until I don’t care about any of it, but instead I spout out, “Fine.”
He nods. “Let’s get her untied.”
Harold is careful how he removes her from the chair, careful that she can’t escape. He leaves the chains on her wrists, but even with that, she runs for the door. I catch her easily.
She tries to fight against me, but all it does is increase my arousal to have the tiny woman thrashing against me while I pin her to my body.
“Stop it!” I finally command.
She stops, turns around, and spits on me.
I wipe her saliva off my cheek and push back the rage building inside me. “Do that again, and next time I won’t be so gentle.”
Harold gives me another disapproving look before he moves to the window.
A second later, he transforms. His skin turns the stunning color of wet stone as grey wings sprout from his back.
He turns to look at us before he leaves, motioning toward her with his head. “We’ll meet at the location as soon as we’re done.”
Moving gracefully, he turns back to the window and jumps out, leaving me alone with our prisoner.
She turns to me, her mouth hanging open. “You’re gargoyles.”
I smirk. “Observant, aren’t you.”
Her nose scrunches up in a way I refuse to find adorable. “But gargoyles don’t exist.”
“Says Medusa.”
She stiffens in my arms. “No, I mean, I thought you monster-hunters had died out long ago.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, but we’re alive and thriving.” The lie comes easily. She doesn’t need to know how our numbers have dwindled.
She’s quiet for a long minute. “Are the rumors about gargoyles true then? Do you kill my kind to protect humanity?”
I can’t answer her, so I don’t. “Come on, I need your help with a friend of yours. Remember Eros?”
“Eros!” she says with a sneer. “He’s no friend of mine!”
Ignoring her lies, I drag my prisoner to the window. “Yeah right, I’m sure your kind throw parties together or whatever.”
She strains against the metal chains binding her wrists in front of her. “Eros was a god, if you’ll recall. Not one of my kind, and now he’s some kind of fucking siren of lust, luring unsuspecting humans to him. That is so not my thing.”
My gaze moves to her delicious, pale legs. If she leaned forward in my shirt, I’d get a full view of her round ass cheeks. Like hell she doesn’t lure men to her. This woman is a damned siren if I ever saw one.
When we reach the window, I shift into my stone-form. It only takes a moment for my skin to turn the same color as Harold's and for wings to sprout from my back. I stretch my wings wide, nearly groaning in relief at taking my true form.
“Come on, now," I tell her, in a gruff voice. "The sooner you help me, the sooner we can be done with each other.”
"Fine," she says, spinning around, reaching her short arms out towards me. I'm mesmerized as I lean down and she puts her arms behind my neck.
When I stand up, she’s forced to wrap her legs around my waist to keep from dangling from her chains. And then, I realize how completely screwed I am. This position… it’s criminal.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. There is no way in hell I’m flying with this woman like this. No fucking way.
She shifts, and my erection gives a painful twinge.
Fuck. Maybe I should take on my battle form?
Battle form is when we’re fully stone. It’s not something we use often, because it makes us slower and more awkward.
I’ll never make it where I need to go in battle form, but then, I also won’t be human enough to feel her and be turned on.
“Are we going?” she asks, in a voice that’s too damned innocent.
What am I supposed to say? That I’m too turned on by her to fly like this?
I picture her on my back, her wide open naked pussy rubbing against my back. That’s not going to work either.
“Didn’t you say you were in a rush?” she asks.
I growl at her, then decide the hell with it and jump out the window. I’m satisfied as fuck when she screams. I guess the little hell-cat’s afraid of something after all.
But then her legs tighten around my waist, and she’s suddenly riding my cock. My oversized shirt is pushed up around her thighs and I know she’s bare and open to me.
I’m so turned on I almost forget to flap my damn wings, but I do… right in time, and I take us up over the tops of the buildings. She keeps screaming, but I’m not worried about people seeing us. My glamour keeps us hidden from human eyes.
I'm not worried about the humans, but what am I worried about?
This delicious creature is squeezing her legs around me and rubbing herself so hard against me that it’s only a matter of time before I come in my pants.
I’m no inexperienced teenager, but I took a vow of celibacy.
Which means it's been a long-ass time since I last buried myself balls deep into a woman.
I can change my damn pants, but I don't want this woman to know the truth. It’s a matter of pride. Of keeping the upper-hand over my prisoner. As she breathes heavily into my ear, I hear her whimper my name.
My traitorous cock twitches again, hardening to the point where I don’t even know if I’m flying in the right fucking direction, because I’m losing my mind.
She wiggles against me, and my dirty mind starts to think of what she must look like spread wide right now.
I’m sure she’s tight and maybe wet. They say the line between fear and arousal is paper-thin, and I’m starting to wonder how true that is.
She whimpers my name again, and my hands shift.
Suddenly, they aren’t on my shirt. My damn hands are on her ass. My shirt is too big for her, it moves in the wind above my hands.
I hate that I slide them around the curve of her generous ass.
I hate that I hold her closer to my dick.
When she gives a little bounce, I start to wonder if she’s doing it on purpose, but there’s no way.
This woman is terrified. She hates me, and I’m sure as hell sure she doesn’t find me attractive.
When she bounces again, my hands start to move her, bouncing her up and down on my cock. Her mouth presses against my neck, and I explode inside my jeans.
I’m shaking by the time my senses come back. Thank heavens that we're flying safely in the clouds. I was so lost to my desire we could’ve been flying straight into a plane for all I knew.
And now, for the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel oddly relaxed. Every nerve in my body is humming in satisfaction, and my muscles feel like liquid.
For a long minute, I fly quietly, hoping to God that this woman didn’t notice what just happened. I hope she has no idea I’m so pathetic that I just came in my pants from having her spread body wrapped around mine.
She leans up and bites my ear. “Was that good for you?”
Damn it!
A string of curses explodes from my lips. “That was nothing!”
She pulls back, and I can just barely see her eyes through her sunglasses. Her eyelids are hooded in the sexiest damn way possible.
“You know, when your dick is the size of a bat, it’s pretty damn hard to hide that you’re aroused.”
I glare at her. “Turbulence always does that to me.”
She chews her bottom lip and my cock hardens again.
This is going to be a damned long flight.