Today, I’m sharing a little about the creation of the Gargoyle and their abilities, plus a hot excerpt.
Gargoyles have inspired me for a while. (Incidentally, I also am working on a straight fantasy gargoyle that’s not related.) These gargoyles were inspired by by the architectural gargoyles, myths about them, and popular culture (everything from cartoons to movies.) This stories gargoyles don’t hide out on buildings or actually turn to stone, although they can turn … I’ll get to that a little later.
Gargoyles live in clans. They are ruled by sets of leaders. Most often a set of three leaders. They are called to lead, but won’t receive that call if they haven’t met at least one of their bond partners. The leaders, the Cim, give the gargoyle clan stability and security and if needed they can calm their people or amp them up. The stability allows the territorial and aggressive gargoyle males to live in close proximity to each other without constant fighting and bloodshed.
Gargoyles skin does harden. Not turn to stone, but it will shield and help defend against blows in battle, especially when they’re in gargoyle form. They’re very strong and bulk up when they change into their winged form. Of course, they have wings and can fly, but in this modern world, find that a little more difficult. They can’t do fly openly. Gargoyles are not out to the public and have to be careful about exposing themselves.
To get a little deeper into gargoyle abilities, the abilities of a gargoyle depend on the strength of the individual. The Cim and the betas are able to do more than the average gargoyle.
Most gargoyles can harden, slow down an opponent. The stronger gargoyles can do more than that. All gargoyles can create fire. (They also like it.) Those taught to be warriors are taught to channel it and they’ll use it against their enemies: The Gobel and the Appari, as well as occasionally mages. It’s the Appari that they have the most difficulty defeating, because the creature is more spirit than flesh. They can fight them and drive them off, but defeating them isn’t easy.
So that’s some of what a gargoyle can do. I’ll share more with you as their story evolves.
Excerpt:
Naomi used the space to finish unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled the tails from his pants and pushed the fabric wide and down his arms. She drew her fingers across the flat discs of his nipples. Without a thought, she leaned down and swiped her tongue over the hardened nub. He groaned. His hands moved to her shoulders, lifting her mouth away from his chest.
“You’re not even close to hot enough to handle what you’re courting. Get me too hot and you’ll have a wild Gargoyle on your hands.” He pushed the fabric of her dress wide and eased it down her arms. He had to pull her arms down before he could tug it completely off. “I don’t want this in the way of my mouth.”
Once she heard the word mouth, she relaxed and let him push the fabric down to her waist. Her bra came off next. The garment sailed across the room. She didn’t care where it landed.
“Lean back against Neil. He’ll hold you while I give these a little attention.” Isaac drew his fingers across the hardened tips, rubbing back and forth.
The teasing brush seared through her. Moisture gathered between her thighs. She rocked her hips wanting more than the pressure of his cock against her. She wanted something inside her, preferably the thick length of his cock.
She relaxed back against the hard body behind her. She looked up when hands settled on her shoulders. He stared down at his. His brown eyes burned with heat. Surprise bubbled through her. She’d thought he might join them. The idea of both men making love to her thrilled her, although she didn’t know how it would work. She remembered the sheer pleasure when they’d both touched her out on the beach.
Isaac leaned toward her. Hot breath feathered over her breasts. She gasped as his mouth hovered over on taut nipple. Moist air puffed across the tip, teasing her. She licked her lips. His lips brushed back and forth for a moment. Damn, he knew how to drive a woman insane. Finally, his mouth opened over the nipple.
Her pussy clenched as his tongue drug across the stiff peak. She pressed against the ridge of Isaac’s cock as a rush of juices slid from her.
“Someone likes that.” Neil’s voice rumbled against her back. “Her sweet scent of cream and nutmeg just increased.”
She blushed as the words hit her, but the embarrassment didn’t lessen her passion. She threaded her fingers into Isaac’s hair and tried to pull his mouth closer. She wanted him to suck, nibble, and nip. The excitement rose becoming more demanding with each moment.
“Oh yeah, baby, you were made for this, for us.” The rumble of Isaac’s voice against her breast sent a shiver down her back. “And it’s cinnamon.”
His lips closed over the peak. He sucked hard, drawing in flesh. She gasped. The pulling tug pulsed through her. She arched into him. His other hand covered her breast. His fingers tightened over the mound before beginning a slow massage of the flesh. Moans rolled from her. Her thighs tightened and she rubbed against him. The slow grinding pressure drew a low rumble from him.
Coming up in the following days. (I am happy to host other authors and bloggers. Just let me know and I’ll schedule a spot for you.)
Nov 23– MFRW Bookhooks
Nov 27– Discover the Branal and the inspiration behind them.
Dec 1– Libby Doyle Guest Spot
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