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Author Charlie Richards

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Gustav's Gargoyle Adventure

Wolves of Stone Ridge: Book Fourteen

Gustav Hermance is finally putting his life back together. He's landed a job as a foreman for a construction company; he hasn't suffered a panic attack in months; and he's found an apartment of his own. Gus's hard-earned independence has helped him put the experiments the scientists conducted on him behind him. It brings quiet nights, poker evenings with buddies, and learning to be comfortable with his mated friend's displays of affection. Everything is going well, until he scents something so wonderful, he becomes obsessed with it. Gus thinks he's found his mate, but the guy's scent fades too quickly for him to locate the source. With the help of his buddies, he starts a search of Stone Ridge that quickly expands to include the forests around them. What he finds is Tible, a creature he never knew existed. Can he convince the sexy male that their differences don't have to tear them apart?

Excerpt - Gustav's Gargoyle Adventure

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    His buddies joined him, and Grady warned, “This is part of the National Forest, so be quiet. We’re really not supposed to be here this late at night.”

“Well, couldn’t ye say ye heard there were possible vandals at the site?” Rainy asked.

“And what are you? The vandals?” Lyle snorted.

The guys laughed, shoving and jostling each other playfully.

As they walked through the small parking lot, movement on the roof caught Gus’s attention. “Did you see that?”

All the men stopped and stared where he pointed. “Is someone up there?” Todd whispered, slipping closer to Lyle, who quickly wrapped his arm around his small wolf shifter mate.

“It does look that way,” Travis commented. “But why would someone be up there?”

“To actually vandalize something,” Grady growled, striding forward.

Caspian stepped forward. “Let’s not be too hasty,” he said, holding up a hand. His gaze shifted toward the roof, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the top of the church’s bell tower. “I don’t think that’s a human bent on vandalism,” he murmured.

“Why do you say that?” Gus asked, following his gaze.

“Because I don’t think it’s a human up there at all,” the vampire answered softly.

“Then what’s up there?” Casey asked from where he was tucked up close to Caspian’s side.

“How do ye know that?” Rainy asked curiously.

“If you’d all shift, you’d see what I see,” Caspian stated mildly.

“What’s that?” Gus asked, because even if he did shift, he still wouldn’t see what must have caught Caspian’s notice. Rhino’s were not known for their eyesight. Size, yes. Eyesight, no.

Caspian met Gus’s gaze and grinned. “He has wings.”

Gus wasn’t the only one who let out a startled gasp, then several men started stripping. Less than a two moments later, a massive tiger and a pair of wolves slipped into the night. “They won’t hurt him, will they?” Gus asked worriedly.

Lyle frowned and glared at the darkness where his mate had disappeared. “No, and if that creature up there harms so much as a hair on my mate’s head, I will kill it,” he growled.

Rage slammed through his veins at the man’s words. It took a lot to anger Gus, but a threat to his possible mate definitely did it. He reached out, grabbed onto Lyle’s t-shirt, and hauled the smaller shifter in close. “That could be my mate you’re talking about,” he snarled.

“Easy, now, Gus,” Gordon soothed softly, laying his hands over Gus’s. “He didn’t mean anything by it. He’s just concerned about his mate running into a possibly dangerous situation.”

Gus’s jaw tightened and he struggled to slow his breathing. He shivered, not liking how it felt to be so upset, and allowed the elephant shifter to peel his big hands off the other man. His shoulders slumped. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“Ah, shit,” Lyle responded. “No, that was a damn stupid thing for me to say.” He slapped Gus on the shoulder. “I’m the one who put my foot in my mouth. I’m sorry.”

“Touching,” Travis teased, “but you really need to see this, Gus.”

“What?” Gus turned his head and followed Travis’s line of site. “Oh, my god.”

Grady, in tiger form, crept across the gable toward the tower. One wolf flanked him, and Gus assumed the other shifter had become human again to open the doors. A head and torso appeared over the railing of the belfry. Gus couldn’t make out features, but from the gasps of a couple of the others, they could. Seconds later, the creature disappeared and a figure appeared on the other side of the structure.

Gus almost swallowed his tongue when the masculine form leaped from the railing. He’d only taken one step, when massive wings unfurled, obscuring the guy’s figure and blocking the night sky. The wings flapped and the creature soared through the night sky. It was the most magnificent sight Gus had ever seen. Then the male disappeared, and Gus’s heart sank. Fear sliced through him. That could have been his mate, and now he was gone.

“Well, well,” Caspian mumbled. “I haven’t seen one of those in a long, long time.”

Gus turned, hope filling him. “What is he?”

“A gargoyle.”

Adult Excerpt - Gustav's Gargoyle Adventure

    Two things were quickly becoming clear to Tible. Gus wanted to see if they could work as mates, and he tended to ramble. He wondered if that happened often, or if it was due to the odd situation. “I’ve never—I’d rather if I could touch you, please,” he replied, finding courage to make the request. “Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, sure. I know I’m a pretty big guy,” Gus said, stating the obvious. “My size can be pretty intimidating, but I promise I don’t want to hurt you.”

Gus moved slowly, as if that would set Tible at ease, and oddly, it did. He backed away as Gus moved around the room and sat down on the only chair in the room, a hard, straight-backed piece. It looked like it should have been at a dining room table instead of in a bedroom.

The change in position gave Tible a clear path to the door, and for just a second, he thought about escape. Then he looked back at Gus, who was sitting so calmly, so trusting, waiting for him to make a move, and Tible knew he couldn’t leave yet. If what this shifter said was true, and he couldn’t find any trace of deceit in Gus’s scent, then this guy thought he was Tible’s mate and wanted to help him find other gargoyles.

And Tible had to face the facts, he really wanted to touch the big man. Just the thought had his penis jerking under his loincloth. He could feel the foreskin pull from his head and fluid ooze from his slit, soaking the soft deer hide covering his groin.

To his surprise, Gus’s nostrils flared, and his gaze dropped to Tible’s groin. He licked his lips, and his fingers twitched. The attention had his erection twitching again, which felt good and ached all at the same time. Tible really wanted to see what the man would do to him, then do it back to him.

He took his first step toward Gus, and the big man’s gaze flicked up to his face. Their eyes met. Tible sucked in a breath at the lust burning in Gus’s expression. “Oh,” he breathed. Stepping in front of Gus, he reached out and touched the man’s face. “I’ve seen kissing on TV,” he said absently. He didn’t consider the chaste pecks he saw his parents give each other real kissing. At least, not what he wanted to do with Gus. “I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Gus nuzzled into his fingers, sliding his smooth cheek into the palm of his hand. The move sent tingles up his arm. “I’d be happy to show you, Tible,” Gus crooned. “Do you want me to?”

Tible nodded jerkily, the lust flooding his system making it hard to focus. He’d never felt anything like the fire coursing through his veins, and wasn’t certain what to do about it.

Gently, Gus settled his big hands on Tible’s hips. His fingers rubbed over his hip bones, sending goose bumps over his smooth gray flesh. His grip was firm but gentle as he pulled Tible forward. “Straddle my lap,” Gus ordered, his voice deepening with what could only be called desire.

Letting out a soft moan, Tible obeyed. It spread his legs wide, nuzzling his balls against the soft hide of his loincloth as they settled on Gus’s thighs. He couldn’t stop the shudder that worked through his body at the sensations dancing over his skin with Gus’s rough palm skimmed up his side, over his arm, to cup the back and side of Tible’s neck in one huge palm.

Tible rested his hands on Gus’s shoulders, clutching at the fabric, and went with it when the man pulled his face close to his own. Their breaths mingling, Gus told him, “I’m going to kiss you, Tible. Just follow my lead.”

The first brush and scrape of the bigger man’s firm lips against his own sent a shot of adrenaline like fire straight through his system. It made his balls harden, shocking him with the thrill of it all. He felt Gus’s tongue sweep across his lower lip. Pushing his own tongue out to meet it, he slid his longer more slender organ around Gus’s probing appendage. He groaned as he tasted the other man’s desire, arousal, and need.

Gus encouraged Tible to tilt his head and pushed his tongue into his mouth, sweeping deep, mapping his teeth, the roof of his mouth, and twining their tongues together. Tible whimpered at the erotic connection, feeling the flood of sensations caused by kissing his mate.

His balls tightened and his cock throbbed. The need to rut against something, anything, overrode all other thought, and he rocked his hips forward. When his dick rubbed against Gus’s equally hard shaft, the friction sent a tremor through him.

A low growl rumbled through the big man beneath him. Gus sucked on Tible’s lip for a few seconds, the pulls transferring straight to Tible’s dick. His cock oozed pre-cum, hardening nearly to the point of pain. The burning need coursing through his system told him how close he was to release.

Gus let go of his lip and asked breathily, “Can I suck your cock, Tible? Can I taste your cum?”