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to appease him.
    That would suck!
    Einan squeezed his hand, looking pleased and relieved all at the same time. Cornelius felt a bit bad. He hadn’t meant to stress out the gargoyle. He knew he was high maintenance at times. He didn’t try to be. It was just…him.
    Deciding a subject change was in order, and he wanted to learn more about the gargoyle, he asked, “So, what do you look like in human form? Will you change and show me?”
    “Oh, I can’t, yet. I need you to claim me, first,” Einan stated. “I was gonna talk to you about that.”
    “But I have claimed you,” Cornelius countered. What the hell was Einan talking about?
    His gaze strayed to the bite mark he’d left on the gargoyle’s neck, just to be sure his memory wasn’t playing tricks on him. Near the end of their coupling, he knew he’d been kinda out of it after all the pleasure the male had given him. His body had about given out, and in fact, it had after Einan mounted and bit him that last time.
    Cornelius had desperately wanted to please his mate, wanted to show him he could give him exactly what he needed whenever he needed it. He didn’t want Einan disappointed, and in truth, had been more than happy to bend over for the gargoyle, but damn, when Einan had bitten him and he’d come, he thought his balls would turn inside out.
    Einan scowled for a second, then followed Cornelius’s gaze and touched his neck. Understanding crossed his expression as he traced the bite mark. “Ah, well, yes, you did. I meant you’d need to claim me while we had sex.”
    Now, Cornelius was really confused. “Uh, I did .” He spoke slowly, trying not to grit his teeth in frustration. “You were there,” he added. He started to rise, wanting to move, but Einan’s hand on his thigh tightened, stopping him. Feeling controlled, manipulated, he tore away from his mate’s hold and paced across the room before Einan could stop him.
    When he turned around, to his surprise, he found Einan’s hands folded together, his knuckles white, as he scowled at the ground.
    “Well?” Cornelius snapped.
    Einan lifted his gaze, then rubbed his hands over his legs. The muscles under his clawed hands were taught. Whatever he had to say frustrated Einan, too.
    Suddenly, Cornelius felt like a heel, especially in light of how difficult this—whatever this was—seemed to be for his mate. He returned to Einan and dropped to his knees before the gargoyle. This close, Einan’s frustration and embarrassment practically rolled off of him.
    Cornelius rested his hand on Einan’s, stopping his movement and getting the male’s attention. “What is it?” he urged. “I don’t mean to be obtuse, I just don’t understand.”
    Einan’s jaw worked for a second, then he admitted, “You need to fuck me.”
    Well, that hadn’t been what he’d expected. Except… Cornelius lowered his gaze and grimaced before muttering, “I don’t top.”
    “I can’t gain a human form until you’ve spilled in me,” Einan stated.
    Well shit!
    “Damn,” he whispered.
    It was Einan’s turn to look confused. “What’s wrong? Shouldn’t I be the one saying that? I’ve never bottomed before and don’t really look forward to it.”
    Oh, that just made Cornelius feel so much better. Jumping to his feet, he snarled, “Then the fact that I don’t top should make you happy. We’re perfect for each other. I don’t top and you don’t bottom. It works out great.”
    “Except you need to top me in order for me to go through molt,” Einan snapped back, his expression thunderous.
    Cornelius took a step back from the obviously angry gargoyle, but as agitated as he was, he couldn’t seem to control his mouth. “Well, what if your mate had been a woman? It’s not like she could top you. What would you have done then?”
    Einan rolled his eyes. “It works different with a woman.”
    His scoffing tone grated on Cornelius’s last nerves. Curling his lip, he sneered, “Then maybe you should just