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It doesn’t help that I am really, really horny now after Cas had to go and remind me of how long it’s been since I got laid. A year? It can’t have been that long, but I know it has to be close, because that was Tyler, who, and I quote, kept feeling worse about himself after being with me because I always seemed to be a little unhappy.
I thought everyone was always a little unhappy.
Sucks to be me, I guess. Or around me.
I slip my hand under the bustle of my skirt and brush my fingers over my bloomers. College Boy was really cute, and I am kicking myself for not at least trying to see if he could have liked the non-Mattie version of me. A dopamine hit would make it easier to calm down and go apologize to Mr. B. Although actually getting off down here, in costume, would mean leaving behind something worse than a trash sweep could fix, or I’d have to make a mess in my bloomers, and I would never be able to face Mr. B like that.
My cock twitches as I brush my fingers over the lace again. That feels really good. But nope. No way. Apology first. Then I’ll change. Then definitely getting off in the shower.
“How did you do it, Madame Mattie?” I grumble and push from the wall.
A clunk sounds from behind me.
When I look, the stone I was leaning against is gone, pushed in, where it must have clopped to the ground inside the wall. I don’t usually come all the way back here, so I never knew that stone was loose. Inside where it disappeared is completely black, and… nope. I am not reaching inside. Maybe if I had a flashlight.
What I can see, on top of the next stone down, is what looks like a glittering gold necklace with a purple gemstone pendant. Amethyst? Maybe more like costume jewelry, but knowing Madame Mattie’s millions, it could be real. Maybe she hid a fortune behind some of these walls and just told people it was an incubus to keep them from looking.
I pick it up, and it somehow doesn’t look dirty at all. It’s beautiful, sparkling like it emanates its own light, and definitely with the weight of real gold and a Hope Diamond-level purple stone.
This will be one hell of a way to apologize to Mr. B.
I turn away to worry about the hole later—we make people sign waivers to take the tour for a reason; it is a crumbling underground with some areas too dangerous to go in—and I make it about half a step.
Before a hand grabs the back of my neck.
Odai
Freedom.
Finally.
I am so… very…
Hungry.
Chapter two
Jeffrey
Iscream, but the sound gets swallowed as the hand squeezes tighter around my throat. I strain with all my strength to get free of it, and suddenly, I’m hurtling toward the ground as I succeed but trip over the sides of my skirt. I catch myself with my hands, the pendant sent skittering across the ground, and my wrists sting from the impact. Not broken, just jarred.
Move, Jeffrey! Get up!
Stone flies around me after sounds like a sledgehammer hitting it. Whatever grabbed me is breaking through the wall. I need to get up! Why can’t I move? My limbs won’t listen to me, but somehow, I manage to turn my head.
I touch my throat and feel faint scratch marks as I see the claws on the hand still punching more of an opening for the rest of… whatever this thing is. It’s huge and such a dark purple color, it almost blends into the shadows, except for faint glimmers of yellow metal like gold, and bright glowing purple eyes.
It bursts through the remains of the wall, and what I see of the rest of it has to mean I’m in a nightmare. He is some sort of purple, black, and gold gargoyle. He can’t stand up straight because of the low ceilings and how tall his raptor-like feet make him—gargoyle-like, monster-like. He is barely clothed, but a loincloth covers him in front, and a feathered mantel adorns his shoulders with gold embellishments hanging from its center like jewelry. All the yellow metallic shimmer is gold, gold bangles on his wrists and upper arms, decorating the center of the belt to his loincloth, and as great gilded arching horns from the sides of his head. The purple-black wings that unleash from his back are edged in gold too. His black hair sweeps up like it’s floating, like a flame, also slightly purple, and when his glowing eyes find me, his mouth stretches into a fanged smile.
Nothing so terrifying has ever been so insanely hot to me, but this monster is stunning.
“Ah, one of Mattie’s beauties has finally freed me.” His voice is deeper than mine and vibrates through my bones. “I am in your debt, mistress. Command me. But oh, let me taste you first to offer my thanks and to take some nourishment to regain my strength.”
Oh fuck.
He’s going to eat me!
I still can’t move as he descends on where I’m prone, on hands and knees, facing the ground. The position I’ve fallen into is a lot more humiliating than I realized, presenting and vulnerable, as he hikes up the back of my skirt. My traitorous cock twitches more than when I touched it through lace, especially when I feel the pricks of his claws scratch the skin at my hips so he can pull down my bloomers.
