Chapter 19

Aahil"sdoorwasajar as we passed, and I thought I saw a flash of red and gold there, but Zhong didn"t slow, carrying me to my room and kicking the door shut behind us. He lowered me down to the bed and I refused to let him go, reeling him in for another kiss, feeling Elijah"s pleased warmth inside me as the ghost wholeheartedly agreed with my actions.

Zhong hovered above me, wings spread and curled around us, blocking out the light. I slid my hands under his open-backed t-shirt and upward, over miles of smooth, defined muscle. He was massive, and rock hard—ha, ha, very punny, Andy—and I had no idea how this was going to work with our size differences, but that wasn"t going to stop me.

"Clothes off now," I demanded between more of those soul-deep kisses.

The gargoyle huffed a deep laugh and pulled back, yanking his modified shirt off with ease, since it was slit open in the back to accommodate his wings. He started on the fly of the trousers he"d found somewhere around the mansion—and Goddess, I didn"t want to know who in my family had ever needed clothes that big or why—and I leapt into action. He grinned at me as I pulled my own clothes off, racing him to nudity.

I flung my last sock over his head at the same time that he stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. Laughing, I scooted back on the bed and made the grabby hands motion at the gargoyle. "Goddess, you"re a masterpiece," I breathed, raking my eyes over his chiseled body and the truly breathtaking gray cock that was probably going to split me in half. "Come here!"

He ran a hand through his curly hair and over one of his horns—the gesture one of supreme embarrassment. I seemed to make him do that a lot. I shuffled over to make room on the bed, then ran a hand over my own curves, from breast to hip, then inward to stroke my clit, putting on a display for the gargoyle and pleasuring myself, but also giving Elijah a jolt of pleasure as well. "Any day now, Zhong."

Elijah"s lust was mingling with my own, making me impatient. Zhong put a knee on the bed and leaned over to kiss me again, smoothing his big hand over my breast, then the curve of my hip, batting my hand away from my core so he could take over, circling my clit with one big finger before he slowly slid the thick digit inside me.

I moaned into his mouth as his tongue tangled with mine, thrusting in time with his finger. Arching, I lifted my hips, wanting more. Wanting him, even if I was pretty sure that was going to be a challenge my poor little vag might not be up for.

I reached down and got a grip on his massive cock, stroking him slow and firm, putting in a little twist of the wrist at the end. "I want you inside me so bad."

"Are you protected?" the big gargoyle breathed, nuzzling into my neck.

I nodded, gripping his shoulders as he continued to work me with his finger. "On my lower belly if you want to check. Permanent until revoked." The first thing I did the minute I was old enough was to make sure I couldn"t accidentally create any more evil little Lovells to carry on my family line. That contraceptive spell was ironclad.

"I trust you," Zhong murmured against my skin, not bothering to pull away and inspect my mark.

He added another finger, and I lost my grip on him—and on reality—at the stretch and press inside me. Goddess. His thumb circled my clit as he curled his thick fingers, and I felt orgasm building, rippling through me, heightened by the sense of Elijah"s pleasure alongside my own. Zhong pressed kisses along my jaw to my neck, then dragged his fangs along my skin, and I lost it, gasping as I clenched around his fingers, my own hands digging into his wide shoulders.

It was amazing, but it still wasn"t enough. I had barely caught my breath before I was sitting up, urging the big gargoyle back. "Lie down," I panted. "Your turn."

One corner of his lips curled upward in a heated smirk. "Are you always so bossy during sex?"

I shoved his shoulder, pressing him down to lie on his back, letting him arrange his wings comfortably before I climbed on top of him. "I"m not bossy," I said firmly. "I"m assertive."

Leaning forward, I planted my hands on his broad chest and kissed him again. Goddess, I would never get tired of kissing this man. Of the way his lips lingered on mine, the caress of his tongue like a hint of things to come. Everything about him said steady, sure. Kissing him felt like a promise. It felt like more than just sex.

Which was terrifying, so we weren"t going to think about that right now. Focus on the giant monster dick, Andy. Priorities.

I reached between my legs and gripped him, dragging my clit up and down his length a few times just for fun, groaning at the glide of hard, hot, smooth skin over my engorged flesh. Then I sat up, angled him the way I wanted him, and sank down, one slow, careful inch at a time.

I probably went cross-eyed at that point.

Zhong"s big hands gripped my hips, steadying me, keeping me from impaling myself the way I wanted to. I had never had a lover this massive. It was like the sensations were all new—the act of sex familiar, but completely different as he touched me in new ways.

I couldn"t take him all. I let out a frustrated growl when the pleasure became pain as he bottomed out while I was still several inches from being able to sit on his hips. I leaned forward again, letting Zhong slowly guide my hips. He thrust in careful, shallow movements, the slow glide of him inside me like the best kind of torture.

His deep groan of pleasure rumbled through me where we were pressed together, and I felt an echo of the sentiment chiming through my aura as Elijah felt it too…as Zhong slowly, thoroughly fucked us both.

My breasts squashed to Zhong"s chest as he slid me up and down his length, the friction of my nipples dragging over his sculpted chest driving me wild. This position was amazing. But as awesome as it was, I wasn"t in the mood for slow and sweet. I stretched up to kiss the gargoyle again, pulling off him so I could roll to the side and hop off the bed.

Zhong quirked a brow at me, but followed, running his hands over my back and through my hair. I winked at him and climbed back onto the bed on all fours, looking back over my shoulder to make sure he took the hint.

I didn"t have to worry about that, though. Zhong chuckled and came to stand behind me, which put him at the perfect height next to my tall bed. He pulled my hips back toward him as he lined up his cock, pressing home with a long exhale. "Quartz and granite," he muttered. "This isn"t going to last long, mast—Andy."

His big hand smoothed over my generous ass, and he shuddered before he pulled back to thrust again.

I gripped the bedsheets and rocked into him, aching and full. "Don"t hold back," I panted. "Please."

A big hand tangled in my hair and pulled, making me arch my back, holding me still as he pulled out and thrust back in, harder and faster this time, less careful. A zing of pleasure radiated out from my core, zipping along my spine and curling my toes. I was so close, stretched out, and stuffed full, and aching, Elijah"s presence in my soul amplifying every sensation.

Zhong released my hair, using one hand to grip my hip while the other reached around to rub my clit, his deep, hard thrusts never stopping, pushing right up against that boundary between pleasure and pain every time.

I convulsed, the orgasm hitting me so suddenly that I barely had time to draw in enough breath to shout his name. My legs went weak, and I found myself pressed face-first into the mattress as Zhong covered me, fucking me through his own orgasm, finally losing the last vestiges of his careful control.

Pleasure swamped me as he stilled with a deep, rumbling groan, spilling inside me. He was so big that I felt every spasm of his cock as he came. I shuddered beneath him, gasping for air, feeling like I was at the brink of coming again just from the feel of him emptying himself inside me.

Zhong pulled out and I moaned at the sensation, rolling over to catch my breath. I gripped the sheets and threw my head back when he knelt, slipped a finger inside me and worked my clit with his thumb until I came, shuddering and gasping for air.

I tangled my hands in his tight curls as he pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of my thigh. Then I ran a hand over one of his horns, reveling at how warm the smooth, hard surface was beneath my fingertips.

Zhong scooped me up like the puddle of boneless goo I had become and carried me to the bathroom, lowering me into the big clawfoot tub and filling it with warm water and bubble bath. Unlike most other guys I"d been with, he didn"t fall asleep or run off. Instead, he pampered me, pulling up a stool by the tub and washing my hair, scrubbing my back, and massaging my shoulders.

It was…new. Being pampered like this. I could definitely get used to this.

Elijah stretched like a sleepy cat inside me. Then he slowly pulled his being from my aura, effectively de-possessing me. The misty ghost angel looked a bit less see-through as he hovered by the tub. I could almost make out the shape of his face, the hint of high cheekbones and a square, angular jaw. He dragged a misty hand over my cheek. "Thank you, Andy."

Then he disappeared, leaving me alone with the gargoyle.

I recalled the conversation that had preceded all this. Elijah thought he was going to die for good once I freed the last of the trapped beings and destroyed the bestiary. He thought this might be the one and only time he got to experience intimacy with me.

And he might be right.

The hot tears on my cheeks were nearly indistinguishable from the bathwater. But of course, my attentive Zhong knew the difference. He rinsed my hair one final time, then bent and scooped me up out of the water like a child, wrapping me in a fluffy towel and carrying me back to the bedroom.

I tried to hold back. I really did. I had learned early on in life that blubbering and crying over life"s injustices didn"t solve anything. It was a waste of time. But I couldn"t help it. Something broke loose inside me and I bawled like a baby. For myself. For Elijah and the life he"d lost. For every bit of suffering my evil ancestors had caused. It was like once the floodgates were open, I couldn"t stop.

Zhong just climbed under the covers with me and held me, stroking my hair and muttering nonsense platitudes and reassurances until I cried myself out. Then he kissed my forehead. I met his eyes, and he gave me a sad smile. "What will you do, master?" he whispered, "when it is time to say goodbye to the ghost?"

I narrowed my eyes, feeling my jaw jut out like a stubborn child. "Simple," I said firmly. "I won"t. There will be no goodbye."

I was a fucking Lovell. We defied magical law and created horrors others couldn"t even dream of. If anyone could figure out how to keep a ghost alive without binding, it was me.

The question was…did Elijah even want to stay as he was?

Could I really deprive him of the chance, however slim, to move on to something better on the other side? Or would that make me every bit as evil as the rest of my loathsome family?