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Authors: Charlie Richards
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think of me as a woman, because I…don’t…top!” His last three words he finished nearly on a shout.
Having enough of this conversation, Cornelius turned and stalked away from Einan—or it could have been the way the gargoyle rose from the sofa, his lips curling, a low growl escaping him that had him retreating. It was intimidating as hell, and Cornelius’s flight reflex once again kicked in.
“Don’t you walk away from me, mate. We’re not done!”
Like I’m gonna stay in the same room as an angry dominant. No fucking way. Never again!
His hand on the door handle, he glared over his shoulder at Einan. “Yes, we are.” He felt pretty good that his voice came out even, because inside, his heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to beat right out of his chest. Ever since Corbin, if someone more dominant grew angry with him, he panicked and ran.
Even through the door, he heard Einan’s frustrated roar.
Cornelius ran.
After several minutes of ducking through doorways and dodging the sounds of voices, Cornelius skidded to a stop. He glanced around and realized he actually knew where he was. Raymond’s office was on this hallway.
Heading that way, he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, forcing his heartbeat to slow. No sense freaking the computer guy out by arriving looking like a scared rabbit. He had no desire to explain his reaction to anyone…well, except Gus, but since he didn’t know where his buddy’s quarters were, he had to ask.
After one more deep breath, Cornelius knocked on the door. He heard something thud on the floor, then a muttered shit. Finally, Raymond called, “Just a second.”
Cornelius sure hoped he wasn’t interrupting anything important…like sex, especially considering the scrambling noises his sensitive shifter hearing picked up on the other side of the door.
When Raymond opened the door and mumbled, “Yeah,” Cornelius really thought he had indeed done just then.
Except, there was no one in the office with him. Still, the scent of cum hung heavy in the air. Beating off then? Either way, Cornelius needed information. “Uh, sorry to interrupt. I’m trying to find my buddy, Gus’s, room. Can you, uh, point me that way?”
“Sure,” Raymond immediately replied, then he glanced over Cornelius’s shoulder. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the gargoyle looked for, especially since next he said, “Where’s Einan? I heard you’re mated to him and you smell like sex. Why are you here and he’s not? I’m surprised he would let you out of his sight. Most gargoyles hole up with their mate for at least seventy-two hours after finding them to seal their bond.” Raymond nodded once, as if agreeing with what he said.
“Uh, whoa, there, turbo,” Cornelius said, holding up his hand, stopping the slender gargoyle’s flow of words. “He’s busy and I’m lost. Can you help me?”
Raymond’s eyes widened. “Oh, right, yeah. Sorry.” If he hadn’t sported black hide, he totally would have been blushing. His scent completely gave him away. Raymond pointed back the way Cornelius had come and explained how to get to Gus and Tible’s suite of rooms.
Wanting to keep moving, and feeling twitchy, like he was being watched, Cornelius quickly waved and turned away.
“Hey, congrats!”
Glancing over his shoulder, Cornelius forced a smile. “Thanks.”
After only one miss-turn, Cornelius found the doors he was certain housed his friends. He could smell their scent permeating the hallways, telling him they’d either entered or exited their suite recently. He hoped it was the former.
A few seconds later, Tible—now back in gargoyle form—opened the door. A smile lit up his light gray features. “Hey, there! We didn’t expect to see you for at least a day! What’s up?”
“Can I come in?”
His softly spoken words must have tipped Tible off…or maybe his scent. He knew he must reek of nerves.
Tible scowled, grabbed his upper
Having enough of this conversation, Cornelius turned and stalked away from Einan—or it could have been the way the gargoyle rose from the sofa, his lips curling, a low growl escaping him that had him retreating. It was intimidating as hell, and Cornelius’s flight reflex once again kicked in.
“Don’t you walk away from me, mate. We’re not done!”
Like I’m gonna stay in the same room as an angry dominant. No fucking way. Never again!
His hand on the door handle, he glared over his shoulder at Einan. “Yes, we are.” He felt pretty good that his voice came out even, because inside, his heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to beat right out of his chest. Ever since Corbin, if someone more dominant grew angry with him, he panicked and ran.
Even through the door, he heard Einan’s frustrated roar.
Cornelius ran.
After several minutes of ducking through doorways and dodging the sounds of voices, Cornelius skidded to a stop. He glanced around and realized he actually knew where he was. Raymond’s office was on this hallway.
Heading that way, he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, forcing his heartbeat to slow. No sense freaking the computer guy out by arriving looking like a scared rabbit. He had no desire to explain his reaction to anyone…well, except Gus, but since he didn’t know where his buddy’s quarters were, he had to ask.
After one more deep breath, Cornelius knocked on the door. He heard something thud on the floor, then a muttered shit. Finally, Raymond called, “Just a second.”
Cornelius sure hoped he wasn’t interrupting anything important…like sex, especially considering the scrambling noises his sensitive shifter hearing picked up on the other side of the door.
When Raymond opened the door and mumbled, “Yeah,” Cornelius really thought he had indeed done just then.
Except, there was no one in the office with him. Still, the scent of cum hung heavy in the air. Beating off then? Either way, Cornelius needed information. “Uh, sorry to interrupt. I’m trying to find my buddy, Gus’s, room. Can you, uh, point me that way?”
“Sure,” Raymond immediately replied, then he glanced over Cornelius’s shoulder. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the gargoyle looked for, especially since next he said, “Where’s Einan? I heard you’re mated to him and you smell like sex. Why are you here and he’s not? I’m surprised he would let you out of his sight. Most gargoyles hole up with their mate for at least seventy-two hours after finding them to seal their bond.” Raymond nodded once, as if agreeing with what he said.
“Uh, whoa, there, turbo,” Cornelius said, holding up his hand, stopping the slender gargoyle’s flow of words. “He’s busy and I’m lost. Can you help me?”
Raymond’s eyes widened. “Oh, right, yeah. Sorry.” If he hadn’t sported black hide, he totally would have been blushing. His scent completely gave him away. Raymond pointed back the way Cornelius had come and explained how to get to Gus and Tible’s suite of rooms.
Wanting to keep moving, and feeling twitchy, like he was being watched, Cornelius quickly waved and turned away.
“Hey, congrats!”
Glancing over his shoulder, Cornelius forced a smile. “Thanks.”
After only one miss-turn, Cornelius found the doors he was certain housed his friends. He could smell their scent permeating the hallways, telling him they’d either entered or exited their suite recently. He hoped it was the former.
A few seconds later, Tible—now back in gargoyle form—opened the door. A smile lit up his light gray features. “Hey, there! We didn’t expect to see you for at least a day! What’s up?”
“Can I come in?”
His softly spoken words must have tipped Tible off…or maybe his scent. He knew he must reek of nerves.
Tible scowled, grabbed his upper
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