16. Tuvid

16

TUVID

" M ating dance," I said softly after I'd finished, and my arm was around her shoulders.

"It was sexy," she whispered.

Then I'd have to do it again, but without wearing clothing.

Not here.

We mingled for a while; Angie slowly relaxing when she saw how welcoming everyone was. As the sun slid closer to the horizon, we streamed out into the backyard.

"Tail tying time." Mom held up the traditional strips of leather to everyone's cheers. My parents came over to us and watched while I strapped on Angie's tail.

Angie kept snickering and rocking her hips. "This is my dance." She laughed as she looked up at me, and I'd never seen anyone prettier than this woman. "You're sure you don't want the tail projecting from the front?"

"Even my cock isn't that large," I whispered by her ear.

"Maybe I need to verify that with your uncle. "

"Do not," I growled, scooping her up and twirling her around while she and everyone else laughed. I was sorely tempted to nibble on her neck, and I would have if every member of my family and all my parents' friends weren't here to witness the upcoming event.

"He could show me some pictures," she said as I lowered her back onto the ground. She held onto my forearms to steady herself. "For comparison's sake. Just to be sure there's no deficiency I need to be aware of."

"No deficiencies. I promise."

"We'll see."

Perhaps we would.

Her humor and willingness to participate in the ceremony to please me made my pulse roar and my heart flip over. "I'll be happy to give you a full viewing later."

"If you're sure."

I adored that sparkle in her eyes. "Very."

Once her tail was secured, my parents came over with the scrap of leather traditionally used for the binding. My mother couldn't stop smiling, and I loved that I could please her in this. My dad grumbled and huffed, but that was a common expression of joy in older male gargoyles.

They were happy for me. I was happy for me. Angie appeared happy for us both.

Would she really want to break up in a week?

The thought made my smile fade, but I shored it up before anyone noticed—and commented, another common thing among gargoyles. Nothing was sacred and everything was quickly shared—even the size of their cocks .

As per gargoyle tradition, my parents tied our tails together and stepped back, beaming at us both.

"Go, you two," my mother said with a happy sigh, flicking her hand toward the dark sky overhead. "Fly."

I tugged Angie against my chest, grateful she'd given flying a chance on the way here. If she'd balked, this part of the evening would've been a big challenge.

"We'll be back in a few minutes," she called out as I took flight with her in my arms. I swooped over the crowd to their cheers, then took Angie higher, almost far enough up to touch the stars. Not really, but with them peppering the inky sky above, I felt like anything was possible.

Even winning this woman's love.

"This is fun," she said, smiling up at me from the shelter of my arms. "Your family and friends are very nice."

"They're happy for us."

Her arms tightened around my shoulders. "Are we supposed to kiss up here or . . .?"

"It's tradition for us to fly side-by-side, which isn't going to work with a human."

"What can we do instead?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Um . . . sure."

"Hold on, then."

As her fingers tightened on my shoulders, I pointed us toward the crowd far below and dove down in a spiral.