Author Charlie Richards
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Calming a Demon Heart
A Paranormal's Love: Book Six
Matthew Beakman's life just got turned upside down. His brother, Marty, stumbled across something strange and fascinating and amazing! Gargoyles exist! Matthew wants to know everything about them. First, though, he wants to find the gargoyle that saved his brother's life and thank him. Their people's leader, Maelgwn, points out a blood-red, behemoth of a gargoyle named Vane, then warns Matthew away from him. Never good at following orders--and because he can't help but find himself intrigued by the huge creature across the room--Matthew tracks Vane down anyway. At first he's confused by the way his body responds every time Vane growls at him, until a conversation with Logan makes him suspect that he and Vane are mates. Unfortunately, he also learns Vane went through some extreme torture in the hands of humans. How can he convince the stubborn gargoyle that not all humans are the same?
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Even with Maelgwn’s warning ringing in his ear, Matthew couldn’t get the idea of thanking the obviously reclusive gargoyle out of his mind. When Vane finally rose and left the room via a nearby door, he could no longer contain himself. Matthew turned to the gargoyle leader next to him and asked, “Where’s your john?”
Maelgwn pointed his fork toward a door across the room, not too far from where Vane had sat. “Take a right out that door. On your immediate left is a set of double doors, which will lead into a rec room. Head in there, then the first door on the left is a bathroom.”
“Awesome, thanks,” Matthew stated, hurrying to his feet. Maybe if he was quick enough, he could figure out where the big red muscle-bound hotty had gone. He mentally rolled his eyes at his thoughts. Damn. Did he really think the huge bruiser was hot?
Matthew reminded himself that he was just going to thank the guy.
Even with that thought lodged firmly in mind, he couldn’t help feeling a fissure of excitement course up his spine.
Why the fuck was that?
Not really wanting to dwell on that reaction, Matthew tried not to appear in too big a hurry as he rounded the table and headed toward the door. He closed the door behind him while glancing in both directions. Thinking he spotted movement to his left, he headed that way.
Hustling swiftly down the hallway, Matthew stretched his stride, using his six foot one inch height to advantage. Still, he only managed to keep catching a fleeting glance of red and black each time he rounded a corner.
Finally, after several minutes of pursuit, Matthew saw the gargoyle he followed disappear through a doorway. At least, this time, he caught sight of it enough to know it really was Vane. The blood-red body and black wings were unmistakable. He paused outside the door, debating, but since it’d been left open several inches, decided to risk it and head inside.
As Matthew gently pushed the door open, he peered around it, trying to differentiate the objects inside the darkened interior. He could just make out a sofa and a chair, plus some dark smudges behind that which might have been an archway.
Matthew had about convinced himself to back out of the room—hell, going in there was more nosey than even he wanted to be—when a big hand clamped a firm grip on his arm. Matthew found himself yanked the rest of the way inside, spun around, and pressed into the wall. Grunting, he felt a heavy weight press against his backside while huge hands grasped his wrists and forced them over his head.
His heart raced in his chest, and he gasped for air.
“Why are you following me, human?”
The low growling voice vibrated through his chest and over his senses. To Matthew’s shock, his prick began to thicken. Knowing it was completely inappropriate, he breathed slowly through his nose, trying to calm his ill-timed erection. It didn’t help. If fact, breathing in the gargoyle’s heavy musk, had Matthew fighting back a moan as he went from perking up to hard as steel.
“Well?” The gargoyle rumbled the one word, his grip tightening infinitesimally on his wrists, accentuating his rising ire.
Matthew knew he needed to find his tongue. Swallowing hard, he finally managed to gasp out, “To thank you.”
* * * *
Vane glared at the thickly muscled neck of the oddly pleasant smelling human.
Damn it! I did not just think that! I do not like humans…how they smell or otherwise.
Instead, Vane focused on the male’s unexpected answer. To thank him? “For what?”
“Saving my brother,” the man replied breathily.
Realizing he probably crushed the much smaller male, Vane eased his body away from the human. As soon as he drew away, he discovered he wanted to press his body right back against this male’s, except not because he felt he needed to subdue him.
Irritation flooded Vane at his body’s ridiculous responses.
Releasing the stranger’s arms, he gripped the human’s shoulders and spun him around, thudding his back to the wall. He peeled his lips away from what he knew were prominent—and razor sharp—teeth, offering the guy a feral snarl. Bending down a bit, he got right into the guy’s face and demanded, “What’s your name? Who’s your brother?”
The human’s hazel eyes widened slightly. His mouth hung open just a bit as he swept his gaze over Vane’s features. Yeah, Vane knew what the human would see, a face flat and bony around the eyes like a skull, a sunken nose, prominent jawline, and red eyes that almost seemed to glow. He’d had enough people tell him that, and not all had been human.
Hell, Cornelius—who happened to be a rhino shifter and mated to Einan, the clutch’s lead enforcer—had given him the kindest description. He’d called Vane sexy…in a creepy crypt master way. Hell, he’d take it.
“What?” Vane rumbled. For some reason, he couldn’t resist leaning closer and scenting the human. “Cat got your tongue?” Fuck, the guy tilted his head, offering more room, in the most sexy of ways.
“I-I’m Matthew. Matthew Beakman,” the human whispered. “You saved my brother, Marty. Th-That’s—”
“Raymond’s mate,” Vane interrupted gruffly. He couldn’t help inhaling Matthew’s scent, couldn’t resist slowly sliding the tip of his nose bone up his neck—less than an inch from the man’s delicate column of flesh. Gods, why did the human have to tilt his head, offering more? Vane just resisted the urge to open his mouth and swipe his tongue up that same skin, touching, tasting.
Growling, angrier at himself than at Matthew—hell, the human’d had enough balls to not only learn who he was, but to follow him through multiple corridors—Vane shoved away from the wall…and the man.
Vane forced his features to remain still and impassive as he straightened to his full seven foot height. He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Fine. You thanked me, which is unnecessary. I was following orders. Please leave.”