Stone Passions Trilogy (70 page)

Eryx sat down, grinning, “After that we made sure at least one of us remained sane in the presence of a beautiful woman.”

“How do you remain so cheerful?” Jenna asked in wonder. They were so different from what she had expected.

“We are not so sentimental as our American or London brethren, eh?” Orion piped in, nudging Rhys’s arm with his elbow.

“And we are not as pragmatic as our French brothers,” Eryx added. “They enjoy all of the flesh but do not give up their nights for anyone. Fifteen hundred years and they refuse to give a girl the gift of their nights.”

“Come,” Leander said, standing up and taking Jenna’s hand in his own, pulling her up from her seat. “You must see the paintings of our lovely girls….”

Rhys put his hand over hers and met Leander’s eyes, “Tomorrow before we leave, Lee. We need our sleep.”

“Bah!” Orion grumbled, helping his brother pull Jenna to her feet. “Sleep is for the day, the nights are for gargoyles.”

The words came in stereo as Eryx and Leander joined Orion in proclaiming the nights as the gargoyles’. The three men threw their hands up in the air and shouted, “
Piase kokkino
!”

Then the three of them were caressing her body over her dress, broad palms brushing over her sensitive breasts before abruptly disappearing as they laughed robustly. Alarmed by their forward behavior, she faced Rhys who was laughing along with his brothers. Did he miss where their hands were?

Catching her expression, he leaned forward and explained, “When two people say the same thing, they say
piase kokkino
, which means ‘touch red.’ It’s to prevent them from engaging in a fight.”

Jenna simply stared at the three laughing brothers until Leander grabbed her hand and pulled her towards a group that was dancing, their bodies twining together in a sensuous flow of movement. Obviously they hadn’t meant anything. They were just excessively sexual, flirtatious creatures and it never occurred to them to not touch her breasts. “Dance with me, my lovely girl.”

With the sensuous music playing, she dismissed their actions and grinned, following the sexy man to an open spot where he pulled her into his arms and danced with her, moving his body in a way that was pure sex. Eryx and Orion joined them, moving with her and making her feel like the only woman in the world. Their attention was so focused on her it was a little intimidating and her eyes searched out Rhys, who was sitting at the table watching her, his lips pressed together in a firm line, a tic working frantically in his jaw.

Stepping away from the three gorgeous Greeks, she raised one arm up, thrusting her fingers through her hair, and held the other arm out in invitation. Without hesitation, Rhys stood and made his way over to her, taking her into his arms and smiling triumphantly. Looking down at her with those smoldering chocolate eyes, he murmured, “Hey, you.”

Moving her hand up his solid arm and sinking it into the silk of his auburn hair, she smiled sultrily, “Hey.”

He bent his head and seduced her with a kiss, his tongue moving sensuously against hers, his hands moving slowly over her body, driving her mad with the need to feel him inside her.

Pulling her lips away from his, she panted, “Make love to me, Rhys.”

He looked at her, his brown eyes glowing with hunger and apprehension, “Are you sure?” At her nod, he continued stroking his hands up and down her arms, “Tonight is all about pleasure so you have to decide how far you wish to go and as a human you will be driven to your limits and then pushed over.”

“I just want you,” she breathed, her lids half-shuttered as she gazed at his throat, as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the smooth skin. His grip tightened and his Adam’s apple rubbed against her mouth as he swallowed.

“Do you want another male to penetrate you?” he rasped, taking her out of the moment.

She stiffened at the thought, taking a step back and glaring at him for even suggesting such a thing. Seeing the pain on his face, she frowned in confusion. “If the idea bothers you so much why did you ask?”

“Because this is all about your pleasure and whatever you desire will be provided,” he managed to say through tight lips. Nodding towards a copse of trees, he added, “Plus, there are several satyrs eager to get their hands on a human and if you wish it they will…”

She slammed her hand over his mouth, cutting off the words before they could be spoken. “You are the only one I want, now and forever. I want to make love with you and only you, Rhys.”

With a growl, he claimed her lips in another scorching kiss, pulling her body against his and marking her as his. As he made love to her, she basked in the feel of Rhys’s lips on her breasts, her swollen sex, as hidden eyes watched. She had never experienced anything like making love beneath the starry night as the sounds of dozens of couples grunting and groaning filled the air.

Sex infused everything, the ground, the food, the trees, the air, and as Rhys filled her completely, the rest of the night was a haze of music, mythological creatures mating, and Rhys.

Always Rhys.

Chapter 15

Something hard was nudging her shoulder, drawing her out of much needed sleep. Grabbing the blanket, Jenna pulled it over her head, not wanting to wake up. She was still recovering from the revelry on the mainland, even after a full night at sea.

The island wasn’t terribly far but they were taking their time, hitting a few of the hidden islands that Rhys had a knack for finding. Since it was still technically winter there weren’t as many people around as during the summer months so Rhys was able to spend his days aboveboard. And Jenna was able to sunbathe beneath the winter sun since Rhys radiated so much heat.

The blanket was tugged off and sunlight smacked her right in the eyes. Burying her head beneath the pillow, she ignored the heated hand slowly making its way up her bare thigh. “Jenna.”

Her lips curled into a smile as she tightened her hold on her pillow because Rhys was in a playful mood. He was almost always in a playful mood and she loved it, she loved being with him. The night of the orgy had been like a dream where she knew others existed but in that moment it had just been Rhys and her. And the things they did…. Even after a day and a half she still blushed.

“Jenna,” he crooned again in his rocky voice, wrapping his stone fingers around her wrist and prying the pillow out from beneath her arms. A silky robe was slid onto her arms, covering her body and making her wonder what Rhys was up to since he usually preferred her naked.

Curious, she rolled over and looked up at the gargoyle who loomed over her, a smile on his stone face, “Good, you’re awake.”

“Barely,” she murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and glancing out the small window, “What time is it?”

“Just after noon,” he grinned, grabbing her hands and pulling her to a sitting position. Still blurry-eyed, she pulled the front of the robe closed and tied the sash. “I’m taking you flying today.”

She looked up at him, “Aren’t there people on the water?”

“Not so many that I cannot glamor any who might see us into believing that we’re just a large bird,” he said, pulling her to her feet without waiting for her to be ready. He led her to the bathroom and shoved her through the door, “Hurry up. I’ll be up on the deck waiting for you.”

Yawning, she made it through her morning routine, managing to even brush her teeth. She was incredibly excited to go flying with Rhys, the very thought of it did more to wake her up than a pot of coffee. By the time she was done in the bathroom she was more than ready to fly. Saying good morning to the minimal crew, she quickly made her way up to the deck, grinning when she saw Rhys standing there with his wings spread out and his face tilted back, soaking up the sun. His marble skin gleamed in the brilliant light and she loved him.

Quietly, she crossed the deck and wrapped her arms around him from behind, hugging the gargoyle, her cheek resting just above the small of his back and between his wings. He was epic in his massive size. “Good morning.”

He turned in her arms until he could enfold her in his arms, his wings. She loved his gargoyle hugs, they surrounded her completely and she felt so safe and loved. “Good afternoon.”

She laughed at the reminder, “Good afternoon, then.”

“I trust you slept well,” he graveled, his hands slowly moving up and down her back.

Tilting her head way back, she rested her chin against his navel, “I slept well but not enough.”

His hand caressed her cheek, “Do you want to put off this flight?”

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, rubbing her chin back and forth against the smooth, hot stone. “I have been longing for this since I discovered you were a gargoyle. Just let me get dressed….”

His smile was disturbing and beautiful as he gathered her up in his arms and she instinctively tightened her grip. He crouched down for a moment and then launched them into the air, his large, stone wings lifting them higher and higher until they were soaring over the ocean. The sky was a dazzling blue and the sun shone down on them and she had nothing on but a thin robe that barely covered her naked body. As the wind whipped through the silky material, lifting the hem over the curve of her bottom, he shouted, “Hold on.”

“Rhys!” she cried out, pressing harder against his body as if she could crawl into his stone skin and find refuge. “I’m nearly naked!”

“And there’s no one to see you but the creatures of the sea,” he countered, laughing loudly as he flew. His body radiated joy and the tension started to ease from her as she discovered just how much he loved to fly, as long as he was in charge. It hardly seemed possible that such a stone creature could fly but he was and his enthusiasm was contagious. “Besides, you said you wanted to fly with me.”

She threw her head back and laughed, loving the wind tangling her hair. Tearing her gaze away from the gray muscles of his throat, she looked down at the vast, deep blue Mediterranean Sea beneath them. The monstrous yacht looked like a toy, surrounded by miles and miles of unending sea. There were a few other boats and ships dotting the water but she doubted they were looking at the sky and even if they were, they couldn’t possibly believe their eyes if they saw beneath the illusion to the robe-clad girl in the arms of a flying stone monkey.

The imagery delighted her and she laughed harder, hugging Rhys with all of the joy and love in her heart. “This is amazing, Rhys. Thank you.”

“Ah, Jenna,” he grinned. “Don’t you know that I’ll give you the world?”

“You are such a romantic,” she grinned, pressing a kiss against his stone lips. It was so exhilarating kissing him while he was a gargoyle; his stone mouth was mobile and his taste delectable. His flesh was hard and yet he was fluid, graceful, and when he worked his wings she was in awe. He was able to move vast amounts of air, controlling how fast, how high, they went. He could dive downwards and skim the ocean then shoot upwards and touch the sky until she was sure her stomach was going to drop out of her body. It was terrifying and Jenna loved every moment of it.

He held her against his hard body as they flew for an eternity, completely together in spirit and euphoric in their flight. When he hovered over the sea the cool water sprayed her over-heated skin, cold and bracing. But the heat of his body would embrace her and the dichotomy between his sweltering skin and the frigid sea water was amazing, marvelous. In no time the water had soaked through her robe, rendering her virtually naked but she didn’t care. Especially when his monstrous penis nudged her hip, reminding her how gargantuan he was, in body and erection.

“How can you be hard?” she called out to be heard over the wind.

“My cock is in love with you,” he teased gruffly as his unruly flesh leapt against her skin. “Even when it knows there is no chance of gaining admittance to your sweet body it still begs for your attention.”

She looked up into his stone monkey face and saw her generous lover, making her heart thump madly in her chest. It was so wrong to lust after him while he was a gargoyle but the memory of tasting his gargoyle orgasm lingered for she had shattered with barely a taste. With the real world threatening to burst in at any moment, she wanted the dream, the fantasy. She wanted Rhys. “Fly us higher Rhys. Fly us until the world falls away and it’s just the two of us amongst the wind.”

Something in her expression must have warned him of her intent because his cock grew even more, nearly scalding her thigh where it pulsed with life. Swallowing shakily, he made the ascent, soaring higher and higher until Jenna thought her lungs might burst from lack of oxygen. No, she had just been holding her breath because they weren’t that high up. But looking down, she nearly fainted, the boat looked like a dot and she could see other large boats on the water that were miles away. It was breathtaking. “That’s high enough!”

He hovered in place, his large body wrapped around hers as he held her in a firm grip. Smirking, he arched an eyebrow, “Is there a reason you wanted me to fly so high?”

Licking her lips, she squirmed a little, the silky robe almost too rough against her sensitized skin. Later she would question her actions but for now….“Don’t let go.”