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Gargouille

By: merryweather



Hiya lovely readers, I am ever so sorry for the delay with chapter 5, but sometimes life gets in the way. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. A warm appreciation to my editor Angelicsounds for editing this story, you're a star sweetie.

Chapter 5

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Nicole awoke to the feeling of lightly feathered kisses on her shoulders. She held her breath as the lips drifted up the column of her neck, tracing its path with a hot tongue. The feeling was more than she could bear; the tongue had her entire body on fire.

She heard a soft shuffling noise before a pair of muscular arms encircled her. The hands attached to those arms began to caress her firm stomach, only to suddenly capture both her breasts, which fit perfectly in their palms. Then she was pressed against a warm chest.

Nicole stifled a moan as her pulse quickened and her heart raced at an alarming speed. She was completely taken back by her harlot behavior; she was not in the habit of sleeping with strange men, but she couldn't lie to herself about enjoying their attention.

Truthfully, she was relishing it. Nicole couldn't stop herself from admiring the men. She had always enjoyed looking at well-toned men. And these two Scottish devils were well-oiled machines, toned and full of sexual stamina, the kind of stamina that left a woman's muscles sore in all the right places. The men were indeed dangerous, in more ways than she'd imagined. She had never felt such an overwhelming urge to surrender to someone, and two men at that, but it was an urge she dared not give in to.

"Let me feel our pussy. I have thought of nothing else." The voice was low and husky. She felt a gentle bite on the lobe of her ear.

A thrill ran through her body as her pulse went into instant overdrive. Kieran. The last time she had seen Kieran was when she had attempted to wound him with a dinner plate, and yet, Nicole could feel his presence almost constantly. She was beginning to wonder whether she was going crazy. And wondering why this man haunted her thoughts day and night, like they were actually sharing one soul. It was unnerving to say the least.

Nicole could feel the stiff outline of Kieran's cock nestled between the softness of her naked ass cheeks. Nicole remained still. He didn't move either and she wondered, as time stretched, if he had fallen asleep. He moved at last and next thing she knew, she was being lifted off the bed by those large warm arms.

"How dare you! Put me down this instant," she hissed, trying to pry his hands off her breasts. She tried to sound annoyed, but her voice was too husky, even to her own ears.

Kieran chuckled knowingly, slowly relaxing his hold and sliding one hand down to cup Nicole's bare mound. "Warm and wet. I think a cock is in order, don't ye?"

Nicole drew in a sharp breath as she wriggled and squirmed to break free of his tight grip. "Stop that!" she protested, feeling like a hypocrite.

"Stop the bloody fighting woman! It willna do ye any good." Kieran was holding her tightly as she continued to struggle against him. Squeezing a nipple, he smiled smugly at her moan.

Nicole's senses were on overload already and they hadn't done anything. Lord! These men are going to be the death of me, she moaned inwardly, cursing her treacherous body.

"I am not going to stop until you release me."

"Don't ye sense the heat between us, Nicole? Don't ye want to finish what we started?" he whispered before leaning in and gently biting her neck.

"I'd rather die first," she growled, though she was acutely aware of the masculine chest pressed against her back.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I dinna partake in necrophilia." He laughed then. It unnerved her and Nicole gritted her teeth in anger.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded as he walked towards a door and kicked it open. It was the bathroom. It was large, with white marble tile.

"You may go now. I can manage on my own," she said in a shaky whisper as he placed her feet on the surprisingly warm tile.

"No."

Nicole gasped a little, like she'd never heard the word. For several moments, she stood staring at him; the expression in his eyes confused her. They were surprisingly gentle, with no evidence of anger. His blue eyes held her brown ones, studying her silent scrutiny.

"Do ye need assistance with yer bath?"

'Didn't I already say no?' she fumed inwardly, as she took a step backward.

Sighing loudly, Nicole dragged her eyes from Kieran's in an attempt to gain control over her tattered emotions. She had never been so confused in her life. Squaring her shoulders, Nicole walked over, opened the shower door and without so much of a backwards glance to see if he had followed, she stepped in and closed the door behind her.

Feeling somewhat safer, she heaved a deep sigh of relief then turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to a pleasing level of warmth. She sucked in a sharp breath as jets of warm water cascaded down her body, lulling her into a more relaxed mood.

Nicole closed her eyes and sighed in contentment, the water felt so wonderful. As her body descended into utter calmness, she couldn't resist the sexual feelings that suddenly rushed through her or the pleasurable sigh that erupted from her lips. Image of bodies entwined in various sexual acts clouded her mind. She became embroiled in the dance of debauchery, lathering her body, running her hands all over, her face, shoulders, breasts, arms, and between her thighs.

She as never felt for free before, as sexual. It was amazing. It was as if she were possessed.

Kieran watched Nicole, motionless, as she showered her smooth, firm body. He found himself staring at the way she lathered her hairless mound, unknowingly, or perhaps knowingly, tantalizing him. He closed his eyes and groaned; thinking about either sucking on or pushing into her sweet, wet, tight pussy was driving him mad.

Suddenly, Nicole felt the water shut off and she shivered, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the cold. She turned and their eyes met, blue devoured brown, his were dark with desire and hers burned bright with uncertainty and confusion.

"Tell me something, my sweets." The sound of his voice, deep and sensual, rattled her senses and caused juices to flow from her throbbing core. "Do ye torment me on purpose or do ye want to be fucked?"

Her face warmed with embarrassment and she sucked in a deep breath. Of course I do, she moaned inwardly, yet pretended otherwise by sucking her teeth.

"I'm going to kiss ye."

Her hands came up to press against his naked chest. She gasped as she became instantly aware of his nudity.

"Why?" she asked foolishly, staring down at his erection jutting from its junction.

Kieran didn't acknowledge her hands or the question, just stared down at her, his lips curled in a lazy smile. He reached for her and lifted her out of the shower. She said nothing as he dried her and then took her arm, leading her back into the bedroom.

There, he held her up with one arm around her middle as he lowered his head. Her legs trembled but she stood with his help. He grinned at her and his pretty blue irises sparkled merrily.

"So fucking sweet," he whispered and then gently touched his lips to hers.

Nicole had never felt so satisfied in her entire life, with just a mere kiss. But once the afterglow had settled, she swallowed hard before asking the questions that had been on her mind ever since she woke up a week ago in some stranger's house. "Where am I, really? And why did you bring me here?"

As if she were answering her own questions, her breathing became labored as the memories of what led her to be there flashed through her mind. Nicole lowered her lashes to regain some composure. She was usually good at problem solving, it was part of her job, but this was a challenging problem indeed and one she needed time to sort. She would just have to find a way.

"Do ye think us selfish, Nicole? That we only want ye for our pleasures? Only for a quick fuck?" Kieran's booming voice jolted her from her thoughts. "Do ye, Nicole?"

When she didn't respond, a low, irritated growl rumbled through his chest. Nicole's head snapped up, her eyes widening in alarm.

"Uh, I really don't know...I--I don't know," she answered honestly, but she really wished she could just throw caution to the wind and take what they were offering. But you don't know them, an inner voice reminded her.

"Well, ye'd be wrong if ye did." Kieran leaned forward and lightly bit her exposed shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. He raised his head and his gaze roamed over her face slowly before he lifted her chin with one finger.

"Do ye have any idea how much we both want ye, our light? How we fantasize about just looking at ye spread out on our bed, naked, waiting for us to both fuck ye? Taking ye in ways ye have never imagined possible?"

He watched her squirm under his unwavering gaze. As her breathing became shallow, he could feel his heart begin to speed up in anticipation, lust and desire surging through his blood. He groaned and ground his hips against her, pressing his thick shaft into her belly.

"I -- No," she whispered nervously. Her body was suddenly tense as his sex organ brushed against her stomach, hot and alive, and a frisson of fear and desire curled through her belly.

"Well let me show ye," he replied as he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

"Kieran, we shouldn't," she protested.

But before she could object further, Kieran laid her none too gently on the bed. Nicole barely had time to catch her breath. The only thing she could focus on were his eyes, they were dark, almost black, and so intense. He stared at her with an arrogant smile. Kneeling down on the bed, Kieran began caressing her stomach with both hands and then his hands drifted down and found her clit.

"Ohhhh," she whimpered.

Feeling the engorged nub, Kieran swiped his thumb across it. At her shiver, he lowered his head and started sniffing; she smelled sweet and intoxicating.

"Kieran, what are you doing?" she croaked, her voice shaking. Was she frightened? She may have presented as afraid, but deep down, there was a part of her that was excited as well.

"Giving ye what ye need," he said as he began to suckle her clit in earnest.

In spite of herself, Nicole reached down and gripped his head tightly in her hands. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt and the more he sucked the wetter she became.

Nicole threw her head back on the bed when he slid one hand up between her legs and found her breast, twisting and pinching the nipple lightly.

"Ohhhh, Kieran!" she moaned and came with almost reckless abandon as he continued to pleasure her.

Kieran growled pleasurably as he lapped up Nicole's juices. He had dreamt of this many nights. He had longed to taste her, to hear her scream his name as he took her. He knew Eyon must have worn her out, but he wanted her so badly. For now, she would just have to endure.

Lifting his head from between her thighs, he slowly traced a finger around the entrance to her pink opening, teasing it lightly before he stood up. His cock stood out stiff and proud in front of him.

"Do ye want it, Nicole?" he asked, stroking his rampant erection.

Nodding, Nicole immediately sat up. Feeling wanton and bold, she reached out and grabbed it, guiding him to the entrance of her sex. Slowly, while his eyes locked with hers, his pleasure at her actions evident in their depths, he began to push into her.

When Kieran had completely engulfed himself in Nicole's tight heat, he began to fuck her gently and slowly, dragging out the sweet feeling, but her moans and active participation drove him to madness. Lifting her hips off the bed, he drove into her and almost immediately, her entire body began to buck and shake.

The moment Kieran felt her contract upon him, their eyes locked again and never strayed, as he claimed her.

"Ours," he grunted possessively, "all ours." He thrust deep, again and again. As his orgasm shot through him, he could feel his fluid rushing into Nicole, filling her with his warm semen. And for a moment, he felt lifeless as her muscles continued to milk him.

They stayed entwined for several minutes, as the feel of their orgasms faded. Nicole tried to pull away, but Kieran held her tightly, kissing her face and neck lightly as he eased out of her body. He could feel her pussy twitching with little spasms of pleasure. Nicole moaned as her pussy contracted involuntarily.

He grinned knowingly at her, feeling triumphant once again about her sexual desires for them.

"See, my sweets, ye belong to us. We aren't letting ye go," he stated with an arrogant confidence that irritated her nerves.

A soft sound escaped her throat as she braced herself on her elbows, directing her attention to him, her eyes blazing. "I do not!" she snapped.

Lifting a brow, he chuckled. "Little liar," he accused, "Even now..."

Kieran didn't finish his sentence before he felt a hard slap against his cheek. He pulled back, completely shocked. The silence that followed was deafening. Kieran stared at Nicole as if she were insane, before hastily disguising his disbelief.

Breathing heavily, the sting of the slap taking effect on her palm, Nicole blinked as tears welled behind her lids. Somehow, she managed to hold them in check. "I ..." she stuttered.

Before she could start her sentence, she found herself pinned against the bed. Nicole shrieked in fright as Kieran's strength left her unable to free herself from his grip, she felt like she was being held down by a boulder.

Kieran swore. He was angry, but he wasn't about to hurt her. He pulled her face towards his and a pair of hard blue eyes studied fearful brown ones. The look in his eyes told her he was far from pleased. Nicole watched with wide eyes as his hand cupped her face. Surprisingly, he was gentle.

"Nicole," he said in a firm tone, "dinna ever raise yer hands to me again. Do ye understand?" Kieran unclenched his jaw, as his anger slowly subsided.

"Yes," she croaked. She gazed at his strong jaw; she wanted to touch it. Her hand twitched and when he saw it, his eyes lit up for a second.

* * * *

Behind them, the door opened and closed.

"Lovers' quarrel?" Eyon asked, as he walked over towards them.

Kieran loosened his hold on Nicole and looked over his shoulder at Eyon. "We had a misunderstanding. It won't happen again." Cool, unreadable blue eyes looked back down at her. "Isn't that so, sweets?"

She nodded, unable to speak.

Pushing his cloak off his shoulder, Eyon dropped it onto a chair near the side of the bed. It spread out like a black wing across the back of the chair. His thick black hair fell over his forehead, giving him a boyish look. ''Hello, my sweets,'' he said, his intense green eyes looking down at her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Eyon grinned. "Ye didn't expect me to miss this now, did ye?"

"Miss what?" she questioned, even though she had an idea of what he meant.

His grin widened. "Ye're an intelligent woman, Nicole. What do ye think?"

Nicole's face heated and her skin tingled with excitement as she breathed in his masculine, earthy scent. She pictured both men rubbing their strong firm hands over her body. Over her breasts and hips, their fingers traveling down towards her heated flesh, stroking her as she...

"Penny for yer thoughts." A husky voice interrupted her wicked thoughts. Eyon was sitting at her side, giving her a look that she knew so well. Nicole was suddenly shy and the way both men were currently looking at her didn't help any. She felt trapped, so she quickly sat up and pulled the bedding up to her neck.

Eyon smiled at Nicole. She was still being modest, even after what they had shared. He was intrigued. He reached over and pulled her nearer to him, leaning into her to whisper in her ear, "Miss me?"

His mouth was close to her neck and when he lifted his head and looked at her, Nicole turned her face away and blurted out, "I need to use the bathroom."

Eyon chuckled softly. "Tell me, sweets, what are ye going to do?"

Nicole was happy he could not see her eyes, as they mirrored her emotions. "Uhhh... The stuff one does in a bathroom," she replied with a hint of embarrassment.

Eyon laughed again, it sounded deep and guttural. He could smell Nicole's alluring scent. It perfumed the air, making his gargoyle restless with want. After a moment's hesitation, he let her go.

"Dinna be too long, Nicole, or we'll come get ye."

Nicole was too stunned to reply. She quickly slid off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, securing the latch on the door. Feeling somewhat safer, she relaxed and quickly relieved her bladder.

Nicole took a deep breath as her thoughts naturally turned to the men. If only she was able to resist them. Why do they make me feel so weak? Feeling a slight headache building, she took two painkillers that she found in the bathroom's medicine cabinet and then had a quick wash.

When Nicole finally emerged from the bathroom, she could feel their eyes on her, just as acutely as she could feel her fluttering heart. She kept her eyes averted and wrapped the belt of the thick robe she had found in the bathroom more tightly around her waist. Nicole had seen men lusting over her before and even had a few fighting over her. Hell, even that stupid cow Devon had his friends watching her to see if she was cheating on him, though it turned out he was the one cheating, the ass wipe! But none of those men could hold a candle to the way these two men made her feel with the intensity of their gazes.

"Remove the robe, Nicole," ordered Kieran.

"I will not," she snapped.

"Why do ye still feel the need to be clothed?" Kieran continued, his voice demanding.

She was briefly stunned. "I do not feel that I need to explain this to you. Anyway, I see no reason for me to be walking around unclothed. It's not practical."

Kieran seemed to consider her reasoning. "If the situation were different, that would be true. But ye dinna really have a choice in this matter."

Nicole remained just as she was and stated defiantly, "You both may chose to ignore this, but I am an adult and will do as I please. I do not need permission."

She saw him almost smile. "Ye refuse to obey then?"

"I refuse to be bullied into undressing, based on your controlling caveman behavior."  Eyon's lips tightened as he interjected, "Then perhaps ye'd like us to do it for ye. If ye like it rough, we can oblige. Yer choice."

That brought Nicole up short. "I don't know what you're insinuating," she swiveled on her feet to head back to the confines of the bathroom.

But the men were expecting such a reaction, they knew Nicole would rather run away than admit her true feelings. Eyon moved so fast Nicole didn't even see him coming. Before she could cry out, she felt her body being twirled around as he wrapped a corded arm around her small waist and hauled her body to his. His masculine, earthy scent filled her senses as she tried to pull away from him, but she wasn't strong enough to break his hold. She attempted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his hand and held it tightly.

"Quit struggling. If ye dinna remain still, I'll spank yer bottom!" he vowed, his hand hitting its mark. The robe did little to protect her from the sting.  "Pig!" she hissed.

"I dinna want to fight with ye, Nicole," Eyon growled in her ear. "If we had wanted to hurt ye, we would have done so by now." He leaned closer to her, his breath brushing against her cheek has he spoke low. "Are ye hungry?"

Her eyes narrowed at his question. "Why?"

He took his time answering. "More mid-morning delight," he finally whispered before capturing her lips with his.


Gargouille Ch. 01



Hi every one, thank you ever so much for all the feedbacks, I listened and got an editor. Many thanks to the wonderful Angelicsounds, for her help in shaping this story for me, also thanks to PennLady for some great tips. I have made changes to chapter one and re-post so the story could flow much better, also I have changed the heroine's name to 'Nicole'

Chapter: 1 (revisited)

The noise from the other passengers woke Nicole. She opened her eyes and glanced around, startled to discover that she must have slept throughout the flight. "Finally!" she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

It had been a long flight. Depending on the airline, it usually took nine and a half to ten hours to get from Kingston, Jamaica to London, England. "Think positively and stretch out. That's what they always say, and well, it doesn't help. At least not poor old me," Nicole mumbled sarcastically, her lips curled in a familiar smirk.

She pulled herself to her feet and glanced over at the other tired--looking passengers as they slowly exited the plane. When she finally made her exit, just before the elderly passengers whom normally waited on transport to help them leave, Nicole slipped into a nearby bathroom to freshen up and minimize her 'travel-worn' look.

Twenty minutes later, she was in the arrival baggage claim. She collected her luggage and began to walk towards the exit marked 'passenger pick-up'.

"I hate this bloody weather," Nicole grumbled to herself after exiting into the icy breeze that greeted her. It was a cold day and nothing felt warm, not even the expensive 'All Saints' woolen sweatshirt she was wearing. One would think she would have gotten used to the weather, having lived in the United Kingdom for the past eighteen years. She quickly took out her mobile and called her cousin Keisha. After receiving no reply, Nicole left a message on her voicemail, reminding her that she was supposed to pick her up from the airport. Nicole sighed and went back inside.

"Why do I always react this way every time I go somewhere warm?" Nicole wondered out loud to no one in particular.

Nicole spent an hour browsing in the airport shops. She spotted a Starbucks, so she went in and had something to eat. As she sat at one of the tables, she idly looked about the shop. Across from her was a rectangular-shaped mirror. She stared into the mirror and saw the same features she saw every day. Large brown eyes set in an oval face, with slightly plump cheeks. "You're a mess," she laughed and puckered her lips.

She had been told that she was beautiful, but didn't really care much about that. She had short pixie styled hair, stood at 5'6" tall and weighed about 130 pounds. At least that was her weight prior to going to Jamaica. During her vacation, she had partaken in all the Jamaican delicacies and had not paid much attention to maintaining her weight. She could always cycle it off.

 While she was in Jamaica, her dad, Malik, and other relatives would either cook or take her out for dinner to places where she could eat all her favorite treats such as jerk chicken and patties. Most of her aunts and uncles still lived on the Island. Nicole's family had migrated to the UK from Jamaica in the early eighties, during a period when the British Government needed skilled workers in the field of nursing/midwifery and other areas. Her mother, Hyacinth, had been working as a midwife at Kingston Public Jubilee Hospital at the time and saw this as a great opportunity for her family. She had applied and was successful.

Hyacinth had been a midwife for many years at Jubilee, where her status was like that of a doctor. All the staff had loved and respected her. Sometimes doctors would approach her for assistance when faced with a difficult birth.  They had all been sad to see her go, but happy she was given the opportunity, thinking her lucky and hoping that she was going to be a success overnight. Well, her mother was a smart woman and a hard worker. The wages weren't much. Never the less, she had survived, thrived even. They had property in Finchley and Croydon, where her mother worked for the National Health Service. She later bought two more houses, using one as a rental property. When Nicole's sister, Lisa, went to live with a man she hardly knew. Nicole was left alone with her mom, as her father had left for Jamaica two months after arriving in the UK. He had claimed that he couldn't stand the "Babylon system"; Babylon was his way of referring to the white man.

Lisa always said she wanted to study law, but she had an odd way of going about it. She now had four children, three with one man, and the last baby, Hayden, was with a different one. Lisa currently lived with Hayden's father, Derrick, believing that a man had to take care of her needs and saw no reason to work.

Nicole could remember a time when she and Lisa were very close, but Nicole and Derrick didn't get along, which strained their relationship. Nicole and her mother barely spoke to her sister and anytime Lisa did call them, she made it seem like she was doing them a big favor.

Nicole had a feeling that some of Lisa's anger stemmed from their father leaving to go back to Jamaica. She had tried talking to her about it, but Lisa usually remained mute or walked away. She got the same reaction when either she or her mother brought up law school to Lisa. Every time Lisa was asked about it, she got defensive and refused to speak to them for a while.

There was a time when Nicole did not get along with her mother, mostly during her parent's divorce. Some of the things she had found frustrating were the many quarrels and preconceptions her mother had about her father. Her father was a local Member of Parliament in Jamaica and had reluctantly followed his wife to England because she wanted a change. Realizing he did not share that passion, he went back home. Her father had re-married. Her mother was married to her work.

 Although they had divorced, their relationship, though strained at best, was close. Nicole knew it was to ensure their children had a happy childhood, and they had.

After sitting in the café for two hours drinking endless coffee, Nicole got up and headed towards the parking area. As she approached the exit, she could see the parking area had been salted in preparation for snow. Frustrated and annoyed that her ride still wasn't there, Nicole unthinkingly walked out into the road to get over to the pick-up point, instead of using the under-pass.

'Beep! Beep!' a loud horn sounded, startling her. She turned her head, watching as a cab skidded to a stop in front of her. Horrified, she stood staring foolishly at the car.

"Are you stupid or what? Don't you see I am trying to cross the road?" she shouted at the cab driver, who almost hit her in his haste to get to a parking bay.  "Sorry, miss," he yelled back, "but you should have used the under-pass."

Nicole quickly stepped back as he drove by, almost hitting her again. She watched as he parked the car and smiled smugly to himself, no doubt because he got to the parking bay before another driver could beat him to it. His passengers gave her a sympathetic look as she glared at him.

Why did I not use the under-pass? Oh yes, because I am stupid.

Nicole wanted to cry, but got angry instead. "Hothead," she grumbled, "Yeah, it's my fault as well, but he needed to take some responsibility. He could have killed me. Stupid moron."

Where the hell is Keisha? She wondered.

Nicole sighed and took a calming breath. Keisha, her cousin, was supposed to pick her up from the airport. It had been three hours since her flight landed and she still hadn't shown. She figured Keisha's delay was typical. The girl had no respect for timeliness and was probably still asleep. Nicole had even spoken to her the night before and reminded Keisha to pick her up from the airport.

Nicole sucked her teeth in frustration. Keisha probably went to some Jamaican dance and was more than likely still asleep next to some dickhead she met there. Her cousin could be so reckless at times. No need to get pissed off right now, Nicole. You can worry about strangling Keisha later, she told herself.

A short time later, Nicole climbed into a taxi. "Where to, miss?" the driver asked.

"North London, Muswell Hill."

Luckily, black cabs could drive in the bus lanes, thereby cutting out a majority of the traffic in London. When they arrived outside her building, Nicole paid the driver seventy pounds and with a heavy heart, she opened her apartment door, walking in and leaving her luggage in the passageway. She hurried to the kitchen, switched on the kettle and leaned against the kitchen counter while she waited for the water to boil. Glancing out the window, she noticed that the weather channel was correct about snow. It was now falling softly.

Glad that she arrived home before it had started, Nicole whistled a happy tune while fixing her drink. Coffee in hand, she moved through her two-bedroom apartment and sat on the chaise lounge in her bedroom.

'You are so stupid," she chastised herself, "How could you not see this coming? When has Keisha ever come through for you?"

Sighing loudly, she rubbed her tired eyes with the back of her hand. "I need to sleep."

Nicole yawned loudly, her eyelids becoming heavy. Coffee forgotten, she quickly moved into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face. Her movements were slow as she went back into the bedroom and changed into her pajamas.

I am freezing, she thought as she trembled. Before heading for her bed, Nicole turned up the heating in her bedroom. She set her alarm and got under the covers.

.........................

The constant ringing of her phone woke her. She clumsily reached for it on the night table. "Hello?" she answered sleepily.

On the other end of the phone, a female voice greeted her. For a moment, Nicole thought she was still in Jamaica after hearing the thick Jamaican patois.

"Nicole? Sorry, did mi wake you up? No bother getting vexed, cousin?"

"Who is this?" she grumbled, still lost in a sleepy haze.  "Lord, Nicole, you sound tired. You hackle out you body in Jamaica?"

"Keisha, is that you? Where are you?" Nicole asked as the haze began to lift.

"At home. Why do you ask?" she replied.

"What the hell! What kind of stupid question is that?" Nicole returned in amazement.

This was followed by a dead silence, which Nicole had every intention of breaking herself. "Usually there's a good reason for asking such a question," Nicole stated, the anger evident in her voice.

"Did I do something wrong?" Keisha asked in a rather soft voice.

"Where is my car?" Nicole replied, ignoring her question.

"Nicole, did I do something wrong?" she repeated, her voice rising in anger.

Nicole was a bit thrown off by Keisha's 'I-don't--know-what-you're-talking--about' tone, but quickly regained her composure. Naturally, the first thing that crossed Nicole's mind was that Keisha was with another guy and that thought made her even angrier.

"Girl, I can't believe you!" she shouted, "Weren't you supposed to pick me up?" Nicole's grip tightened on the phone.

"Oh my gosh! I forgot! I am so sorry, Nicole. I am so sorry, but something came up." She sounded embarrassed as she awkwardly apologized.

"Are you stupid or what?!" Nicole couldn't contain her anger. "I waited three hours for you at the airport. I thought you had grown up, but I can see you're still a fucking retard that sleeps with anything wearing trousers."

Keisha gasped. Then she said, rather stiffly, "Spoken like a true woman scorned." 

Nicole was shocked and totally caught off-guard. After a long pause, she managed to say through gritted teeth, "Look, Keisha, I am tired and don't have the time or energy to deal with you. When I am well-rested I will deal with you properly." And with that, she pressed the red icon and disconnected the call.

Nicole was fuming. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her thoughts drifted back to what Keisha had said. Was she acting like a woman scorned? Why would she? Wasn't she the one who left her ex? She placed her hand over her face and shook her head. Why would Keisha say such a thing? But then again, Nicole had insulted her in the worst way. She shuddered to think about that.

Nicole knew that part of her lashing out at Keisha was a way of protecting herself. Family and friends always expected things of her, yet rarely gave anything in return. Nicole loved her car, a 2009 Mini Cooper. It drove smoothly and suited her needs. She had been reluctant in leaving it with Keisha, but didn't want to leave it with her ex-boyfriend, Devon. He had given her some of the money she needed to purchase the car. It was her birthday at the time and he told her it was part of his gift.

Because of this, Nicole sometimes allowed him to use it when she was at work. Of course, the dumbass had his son's mother, Donna, riding around with him in her car. Devon and Donna had a five year-old son named Chase, and Donna seemed to think that because they shared a child, that gave her the right to be a regular passenger in Nicole's car, farting up the seat.

Nicole had always suspected that Devon was sleeping with Donna while they were together. That was one of the reasons she had left him. That coupled with the constant threats and verbal abuse from Donna, who was unapologetic in her choice of words. She loved to tell Nicole how Devon fucked her daily and still loved her. Devon, of course, had denied it. Oblivious to her feelings, he told her it was all in her head. But Nicole had had enough.

Nicole shook her head. She had finally calmed down and felt guilty for being so mean to Keisha. Nicole loved Keisha like a sister, but Keisha could be so selfish and un-thinking at times. Nicole had no doubt that Keisha had been with someone and forgot to pick her up.

"I feel like an evil bitch," she sighed and grabbed her phone off the floor, where she had thrown it in a fit of anger after hanging up with Keisha.

Nicole scrolled through her contacts until the name 'Devon' was highlighted. A sudden wave of nausea hit her and she closed her eyes and swallowed. I have to focus, she told herself.

Nicole quickly pressed the call button before she could change her mind. The phone rang continuously and just when she was about to give up, finally, Devon answered, sounding breathless and out-of-sorts.

"Sorry. Is it a bad time?" she asked.

"Don't be silly, Nicole. You can call me anytime. Wherever, whenever." Devon's voice sounded steadier and held a hint of amusement.

There he goes, acting like we're still together.

"Well, I could call you back if you're busy."

"What's wrong? Miss me?" He was obviously enjoying himself.

She ignored his last question and quickly explained the car situation to him. She asked him to pick the car up and drop it off outside her apartment. She then requested that he drop the keys through the letter hatch, just to avoid seeing him. When she was finished, he asked her why she hadn't called him to pick her up instead. She tried to focus on what he was saying, but ended up lost in thought.

It had been a year since they split up. Nicole had made it perfectly clear that she didn't want him back, though she worried that she was sending him the wrong message. Since the split, Devon was always available to do personal stuff for her. Nicole felt a bit guilty admitting that she was enjoying it, but not that guilty. In the beginning of their three-year relationship, she had done every little thing for him. She would cook and do his laundry while he sat playing games on her Nintendo. She had been in love with him, or so she thought.

Her mother always stressed that if you didn't want to be with someone, you shouldn't take their stuff or ask them to do personal things for you because it sends the wrong message. Heaven help her if her mom were to find out that she had been asking Devon to run personal errands. Well, at the moment, she had little choice, so Devon would do.

"Nicole, you awake?" Devon asked softly.

"I am awake, but still tired," she replied, stifling a yawn.

"Okay, try and get some rest. I'll see you later."

"I don't think so," she mumbled, pulling a comical face, "Bye." She quickly hung up.

Nicole had a difficult time going back to sleep. She tossed and turned, before getting up and using the toilet. She searched her bathroom cabinet for some painkillers, but the bottles were all expired. With a sigh, she went back to bed, feeling frustrated and horny.

It had been over a year since her last sexual encounter. One year with no sex wasn't really a long time for her. In fact, she had gone without it for longer. But, she was tired of masturbating; it only inflamed her passion with the need for something else, something more lasting and powerful. Nicole longed to feel a cock, tongue or fingers stretching her pussy. Lately, she had been consumed with thoughts of total submission and she wasn't exactly the demure and timid type. Nicole de-Leon was a leader in every sense of the word, both at work and at home.

She reached between her thighs, touching her rock-hard clit. She moved her fingers back and forth over it and moaned. Her hungry pussy was on fire, urging her to satisfy it. Her body shook as her orgasm washed over it. Nicole whimpered softly and let out a sigh of relief. Sleep claimed her shortly after. ................................. Eyon McClain, of the McClain of Lochbuie and McGregor Clan, entered the hall of his mansion, barely noticing his father and Laird McCarran sitting in the hall, waiting to have an audience with him. He frowned in speculation. Why are they here?

He didn't remember sending a message to either of them. In fact, he had given instructions to his steward, Aodh, to inform his father that a meeting would take place two days from now. So why were they here? His frowned deepened. Laird Eyon McClain was not accustomed to his instructions not being carried out. His face was dark with fury.

"I will speak to Aodh later," he muttered, "Right now; I need to speak to Kieran."  He mounted the stairs two at a time; his long legs covered the distance to his cousin's room quickly. His black cape flowed behind him, giving him the appearance of the devil himself. His hair was as dark as his attire. He wore a thunderous expression on a face that seemed to be cast in stone, tight and unsmiling, his green eyes now flashing red in anger.

Laird Eyon was considered an attractive man and known for his prowess in bed. Most ladies would do anything to ensnare the powerful chieftain. Though no woman could tame him, he never denied himself, opting to keep his sexual relationships confined to widows seeking only company and no more.

Eyon was a true Scotsman and believed in the olden days. He had been reared and trained by his father, a Celtic warrior who was once a champion fighter for King Malcolm himself. Doing what was best for the clan was of the utmost importance to his father. No doubt that was why he was currently sitting in Eyon's hall.

He swore a quiet oath, thinking how he was going to seek out Bhaltair and tear piece out of his hide. He knew speculation had run rampant because of their position, and the fact that his sire was now waiting to see him no doubt had something to do with it. He hated clan gossips. He sighed. It was inevitable; they were bound to find out sooner or later.

Both he and Kieran were Lairds over two clans, the McClain and the McGregor clans. They both loved their people and had hoped their mate might be among them, but none of the few women appealed to them as a potential mate. Three quarters of the women feared them, cowering and shivering in their presence, while the rest only chased them for money and power. And that was not a fitting start to a marriage.




Gargouille Ch. 01



Eyon stopped abruptly. The door was closed. Kieran was talking - no shouting was more like it - at Manig, the county healer.

Manig whispered tightly, "You heed my warning, Kieran, Laird of the Mac Thomas clan, you and Laird Eyon have done a disservice to poor Aryan. You will both rot in hell."  "Old hag, it will come as no surprise to you when I tell you that your empty threats do not move me. Get out of my sight, before I recant my decision and have you thrown in the river!" Kieran hissed.  A few seconds later, the door burst opened. In her haste to leave the room, Manig did not see Eyon in the doorway. She felt her breath escape her body when she ran into what felt like brick, and fell backwards, landing flat on her bottom on the hard floor. She tilted her head back to look up at Eyon, startled eyes meeting angry, flashing ones. A tight smile etched itself onto his face.

"Here to make our lives miserable, are you, Manig?" he asked in a mocking tone.

 "Laird Eyon!" she squeaked. Manig quickly scrambled to her feet, the top of her head barely reaching Eyon's chest. The old hag tossed her stringy white hair from her face and fled from the room once more.

Manig was four times married. Her last husband, Sir Walter, was a Scholar and heir to the title of Earl of Abbey Wood. He was found dead in his study one early morning. Manig was convicted for her husband's death and branded a witch and an outcast. Being a Baron's daughter, she was spared the noose and instead spent three years in the King's prison before her name was cleared when a letter was found attesting to Sir Walter's suicide. Though it freed her, it certainly brought nothing except torture to the unfortunate young woman.

Lady Manig was once a beautiful woman, with glorious silver hair and an angelic face. But now, her face was hideous and twisted with evil, wanting revenge for the destruction of her life and freedom. Eyon understood her pain. The thought sobered him.

Eyon made his way further into the room, frowning as he watched Kieran, who stood against the fireplace in the centre of the room, a half full bell-shaped decanter of what smelled like brandy in his hand. The glass lay untouched by his feet. He didn't need to ask; the discussion had been about their betrothed.

Both Eyon and Kieran were faced with a difficult situation. Laird McCarran's daughter, Aryan, was promised to them as a mate. This was arranged between both families, the McClain of Lochbuie and the McCarran's, when Aryan was but a child.

"Are you aware that the Lairds are in the hall?" Eyon asked. He walked over to the fireplace, sitting down on a large chair and stretching out his long legs as he stared at the flickering flames.

Kieran merely shrugged. His mind was elsewhere. After a moment, he looked over at Eyon. "She is to be ours. Our family wants us to take her so as to keep the gargoyle line in the clan," Kieran stated dryly, his anger evident in his tone.

Eyon stiffened and shifted his focus to Kieran. Kieran's blonde hair looked ruffled and unkempt. Kieran was the opposite of Eyon. Where he was dark in coloring, Kieran was fair, taking the features of his Viking forefathers. As the only living heir to Norse King Olav, Kieran was extremely wealthy, second only to him. Many women considered him handsome; they sighed and panted in lust when he greeted them. But, he was also a fierce warrior, skilled in warfare. He was once an assassin for King Henry III.

Eyon smiled to himself. Kieran feared nothing. Nothing, that is, but being told to do something that he did not want to do. He saw the way Kieran's jaw tightened and with a sigh, he put aside his more pleasant thoughts. Eyon's brow furrowed, his expression becoming savage.

"Firstly, I don't mind keeping the bloodline in the clan, but I will not be dictated as to whom I take as a mate. Secondly, I know you feel the same way, so I don't think you would object to me informing the elders." Eyon locked his hands behind his head, calming himself with a few long breaths. He saw the way Kieran, who was visibly upset, absorbed his words.

Kieran nodded, swallowing the thickness in his throat. Both men shared sexual partners and thought nothing of it. This custom was not unheard of in their clan, as male gargoyles outnumbered the females. Most humans only wanted sex, but for them, sharing a mate meant much more. He had known Eyon since childhood and trusted him with his life. To marry a woman they could not love, and felt nothing for sexually, was unfair to both her and them. Yes, they were warriors, but they weren't without feelings. The ache in his chest grew bigger and expanded until it threatened to burst.

Eyon's brow furrowed. "By the gods, what right do they have in all this? We may still value the olden times, but I am Laird and answer to no one. Let them come, I welcome it," he said with subtle menace.

"Why should we let others decide our fate?" Kieran laughed bitterly under his breath, "Our fathers both survived the Dark Ages of Scotland and still embrace the olden days."  And why should we? Kieran thought, haven't we sacrificed enough for the clan?

Their responsibilities were endless. Kieran began to wonder how many of his clansmen were going to challenge them in response to them breaking their betrothal. He smiled cynically. Well, if they were foolish enough to think they could challenge them, so be it. His grandfather, who was a Norse warrior, always said that a good challenge makes it even more worthwhile and satisfying when one is victorious in the end.

Kieran smiled with a great sadness that tore at his heart. The sacrifices they made for the clan were endless. Not anymore. He shook his head. He closed his eyes and felt his body tremble with pure rage. They had a decision to make, marry their betrothed to make the clan happy and be miserable, or put aside duty and, for once, put their needs first.

Kieran swore loudly and looked over at Eyon. Eyon turned in his chair and met his cousin's gaze.

"Have you decided?" Eyon asked softly.

A deep sigh escaped Kieran's lips. "Aye."

"It's for the best." Eyon smiled and it felt painful.

Kieran groaned faintly in agreement.



Gargouille Ch. 02



Hi readers here's chapter two, hope you all enjoy, and many thanks to Angelicsounds for doing such a lovely job. As always feedback is much appreciated. Thank you.

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Nicole awoke the next day feeling refreshed and energized. This is how Rip Van Winkle must have felt after waking from his long sleep, she thought with a smile.

She yawned loudly and reached for her mobile phone on the night table. Scrolling through, she saw she had twenty missed called and five texts. Half the calls were from her mother, Hyacinth, and the rest from work or friends. The texts were from Keisha, all filled with apologies.

Nicole decided to call her mother first. She wanted to have a long talk with Keisha. Nicole felt ashamed for the way she had spoken to Keisha the day before and two wrongs didn't make a right. Yes, she was upset, but staying mad at Keisha wouldn't solve anything.

Her mother answered on the second ring. "Nicole, my child, is you well? You come back from Jamaica and didn't even call me to let me know you were okay!" ranted her mother, switching from Jamaican patois to British cockney.

"I was going to call you. I was knackered, that's all."

Nicole felt like a naughty child, her mother sometimes had that affect on her. She chatted with her mother for the next thirty minutes, promising to drop off the Over Proof White Rum and patties she had brought back from Jamaica.

After hanging up, she called Keisha and started to apologize. Keisha sounded embarrassed and at a loss for words, because deep down she knew that saying 'sorry' to Nicole wasn't enough. Nicole decided to alleviate her pain and distress by suggesting that they meet up for dinner at a local restaurant they frequently dined at. By meeting Keisha in person, they could both apologize face-to-face, but before they met up, Nicole would take some time to put a written apology on a card as well.

After that was settled, they talked for hours about nothing in particular, like the price of petrol, Kanye West, to her trip to Jamaica and her upcoming trip to Scotland. They also talked about Keisha's new beau, although she was a bit evasive as to whom he was.

After they hung up, Nicole lay there and staring at the ceiling and wondering about her upcoming trip. Nicole was due in Scotland in two days for a two-week seminar on a marketing prospectus. She worked as a financial controller for a well-known bank. She enjoyed working there and had no problem with her bosses.

Nicole had visited Scotland several times with her sister, Lisa. Nicole and Lisa had been close growing up, but now their relationship was strained, at best. Lisa resented her for asking about Hayden's father, Derrick. Almost a year before, Nicole had voiced her concerns that he might be an alcoholic as well as a drug user and their relationship was never quite the same after that.

Nicole loved her sister. Lisa used to be her best friend and confidant. Nicole didn't know if she could continue not speaking with her sister on a regular basis. She had tried to call Lisa several times, but she never answered her phone and didn't reply to the many messages Nicole left.

Sighing, Nicole slipped out of bed and stood barefoot on the carpet. She pulled off her pajamas and walked into the bathroom. In passing, she glanced at her reflection in the closet mirror. She had a massive case of bed-head, with her hair sticking up in all directions. After a quick shower, she dressed in black leggings and a woolen sweatshirt. She had a quick breakfast, slipped on her ankle boots, grabbed her jacket, scarf, bag and keys and was out the door.

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The tube ride seemed even longer than usual, with the constant chatter from the passenger sitting beside her. The older lady was rattling on about her dog and how her neighbors were threatening to call the police, claiming her dog's constant barking was depriving them of sleep, which seemed like a legit complaint.

While the woman was babbling, Nicole suddenly remembered an episode of Judge Judy, where a family was suing their neighbors who refused to control their noisy dogs. Judge Judy had shouted at the defendants to keep their dogs in their bedroom so the animals could only disturb them and not the neighborhood. "Judge Judy is a character," Nicole murmured to herself.

"What did you say, my dear?" asked the elderly lady, tugging at Nicole's jacket.

"Nothing, Ma'am," she replied, chuckling softly.

The elderly lady huffed and resumed talking.

Nicole sighed as she started feeling the build up of a headache. Bleeding hell! First Keisha now this old biddy, what's next? She was about to put her headphones on when the train stopped at White City and there was a mad rush from the platform onto the train. Two unruly looking teenage boys, about sixteen years old, ended up standing in front of her seat. The teenagers seemed rebellious. They both had numerous tattoos and were obviously truants; it was a school day. They were sipping beer from the cans they held as they hit each other from time to time.

Nicole sighed and swore under her breath when one of the boys asked her where she was heading. She lied and gave him the wrong location. He then asked her for money. She didn't feel like giving her money to some snot-nosed hooligan, but he was pretty insistent and inebriated.

What the fuck is this? Nicole began to panic. None of the other passengers said anything, including the old granny who was so mouthy minutes before. Nicole frowned in thought, both from annoyance and anger.

At her hesitance, the boy started to threaten to beat Nicole up if she didn't give them some money. The kid was skinny, but looked strong. Scanning the train, she saw that no one was going to help, so she gave him the twenty pounds she had in her jacket pocket, that was all the cash she had anyway. He took it and thanked her. Luckily, the train arrived at the next stop and the two teens exited. It was then that the other passengers decided to speak up. Nicole spared them not a glance.

Nicole sat frozen for about ten minutes. She felt as if she had been holding her breath and her thoughts, to minimize the noise in her head for at least half that time, before she realized she was safe. Then she felt angry and cursed herself.

"I would have gladly paid twenty pounds in congestion charges by driving to avoid the headaches," she said out loud to no one in particular. First her plane trip, then this. Could it get any worse?

Two more stops to go.

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Laird Eyon McClain stood at the antique mahogany chaise in his bedroom and studied the oil portrait of his mother that hung above it. Her beautiful green eyes looked backed at him, bright and bold, and for a moment he could imagine she was smiling at him. A small sigh escaped Eyon's lips. How he missed her. Eyon's mouth tightened. He would give anything to see his beloved mother once again.

His whole life, he had lived to please his father and learn what was best for the clan. That used to be fine, but now he had his own ideas of what was best, especially for him.

Devoted to his wife, Eyon's mother and Kieran's aunt, Laird Callum had been unable to carry out his duties as elder to the clans after her death. Word spreads fast and furiously in the Highlands when clans become disorganized. Knowing that other clans would take the opportunity to seize their many holdings, both Eyon and Kieran had taken on the role of Lairds to unite the clans. They made sure that the clans were prepared for attack by training them and ensuring they were fully armed. Thus, they had both became leaders to a generation of their Scottish clan. It was expected of them.

Sad memories plagued Eyon's mind. He looked back up at the painting. "My whole life has been guided by duty and honor. Not anymore," he murmured with a bitter edge to his voice. He squared his shoulders, gave the painting a curt nod, drew up every inch of his tall frame and strode from the room.

Eyon pushed open the heavy oak door to the study and stared at his cousin, who was reading a book. "How can you concentrate at a time like this?"

Kieran looked up at the familiar figure of his cousin. "It was either that or punch a hole in the wall from anger," he laughed.

Eyon nodded and walked over, sitting in a large chair situated by the hearth. Kieran shifted his gaze to follow his cousin. "How did you get on?" he asked.

"It went well, despite the delay." Eyon leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, and his hands in his somewhat disheveled dark hair.

"I see." Kieran raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can we not find a better mode of transporting the artifacts?"

"Aye, we can do that. Most of the shipping companies are owned by humans, but other shifters, like the wolves, vampires, and witches, do offer the service. So that shouldn't be much of a problem."

Eyon was well aware that when their wealth started to become noticeable, many shifters became interested in buying and trading rare artifacts with humans. Eyon was an archeologist, so he had a huge advantage over looters. He understood the context in which he was working and could explain the significance of each artifact, and therefore, he was able to think ahead of the rest.

Kieran nodded and closed the book.

"I ran into Ulrich," Eyon said softly, looking intently at Kieran to gauge his reaction. Ulrich was their biggest competitor in the trade of rare artifacts, but his tactics were far from legal.

Kieran frowned. "Did you confront him?"

Eyon grinned. "Did you want me to?"

Kieran blinked at Eyon's question, and then sat back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. His frown deepened as he contemplated Eyon's question. "Yes," he suddenly said.

"Why? Will it help us?" Eyon countered, his eyes never leaving Kieran's.

He is a thief and a parasite that needs to be dealt with severely, Kieran thought privately. He felt a muscle in his jaw flex and gritted his teeth. "Yes, damn it!" he hissed. "We have to find out what he's up to and what he's after," Kieran continued, in a tone calmer than his emotions.

Eyon recognized the truth of his words and was about to acknowledge them, when suddenly there was a soft knocking at the door. He looked over at the door, then back at Kieran, and frowned.

"The Lairds?"

"Well, it's still early," Kieran replied, shrugging his large shoulders.

Eyon rose from the chair and stood for a moment, as if lost in thought.

"Well, aren't you going to answer it?" Kieran asked.

Eyon smiled, a strange smile, it was hard to describe. In two strides, he was at the door. If he was surprised to see Bronwyn Langmore there, he didn't show it.

Bronwyn's eyes widened in alarm. "Eyon!" she shrieked, "What are doing here?"

She stiffened; panic flooded her mind as she struggled with the thoughts of what she was about to do.

"I live here. I ought to ask you that question," he replied, looking at her with his deep green eyes.

Bronwyn shivered, unable to read any emotion in those eyes. Well here goes nothing, she thought. Bronwyn didn't see what she had to lose. She had to make an attempt at winning over the Lairds. She was indeed surprised to see Eyon; she had been informed by her sources that he was out of town on business. Sighing, she looked up at the handsome warrior.

Eyon was so different than Kieran, so calm and reasonable one moment, and almost threatening the next. Kieran was gentler and more understanding, quicker to laugh. It made her blush when she thought of his beautiful smile. Oh why was Eyon home? Bronwyn fumed inwardly, looking at a stone-faced Eyon. He stared back with his unnerving smirk, as if he could read her thoughts.

"Excuse me, Laird, I...I was not thinking," she stammered, "I have a tendency to be dramatic, as you well know."

"Indeed, " Eyon grunted, stepping aside so she could gain entrance.

"Is Kieran home?" Taking off her gloves, she placed them in her oversized purse and stepped past him into the study.

"Oh, hello, Kieran," she said breathlessly upon seeing him. She stared at him, licking her lips.

"Bronwyn," replied Kieran, with a curious smile, ignoring her flushed features. "It's been a long time. To what do we owe the pleasure?" he questioned, half surprised, half suspicious.

Bronwyn slowly closed her eyes, replaying the most recent discussion she had with her maid in her head. She found herself looking for some hint of how she really came to be standing in front of the Lairds, seeking to find how it might have gone differently if she hadn't come at all. At the very least, she would have saved herself a whole lot of time and anguish.

"Are you ever going to settle into a decent life, Bronwyn?"



It was a tiresome question that had been asked too many times over the years. Word of the Lairds breaking their bethrothal had spread quickly around the clan. Since the Lairds were now free, everyone assumed she would be a suitable candidate.



"Ye have known the Lairds all ye life, lass," her old maid, Nette, said, while assisting her with her toilette.

Bronwyn had thought on her maid's question for days as she continued with her trade. For years, men, and even some women, had kept her living a lifestyle she had become quite accustomed to. She didn't age like a normal human, she retained all her youthful beauty and her plush body over the years. Bronwyn loved to live lavishly and to do so required money. The idea of becoming the mate of two powerful Lairds was too compelling, especially when those two were Laird Eyon and Laird Kieran.

And that was why Bronwyn Langmore was now standing in their study.

"Bronwyn!" shouted a voice filled with the power of command, which she could not ignore.

Lost in thought, Bronwyn jerked in fright as her eyes snapped opened. The harsh tone to Kieran's voice concerned her. He was the gentler one, or so she had thought. Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, Bronwyn coughed delicately and looked into the unsmiling eyes of Kieran as he sat in a chair behind his desk.

Bronwyn sighed and cleared her suddenly dry throat. She figured she'd best get on with it. "I would like to offer myself as your mate..." her voice trailed off when they both looked at her in surprise and disbelief.

Bronwyn was about to discover, finally, that the Lairds weren't about to fall for her charms like the others. They were powerfully built, with an air of authority that left her trembling and unsure of herself.

I will never marry into wealth. Best leave it alone, she thought, standing motionless, looking down at her feet.

Neither man was amused. In fact, they were quite annoyed by Bronwyn's attempt at offering herself to them. They had known Bronwyn for many centuries. She looked remarkably innocent and demure, but she could be devious and cunning.

In the year 1520, Sir Lansford, a member of the Privy Chamber during King Henry VIII's reign, went on a hunting expedition with the King, as he enjoyed sports, such as hunting, and jousting as much as Henry did.

He invited his trusted friend, Sir Langmore, The Earl of York, who was a skilled swordsman and also devoted his time to the sports. The sports lasted for several days with Sir Lansford's party ahead of the pack. On his party's return to the palace, the tired, yet happy bunch, were startled to realize that Sir Langmore had suffered a head injury and died tragically. Sir Langmore left behind his only child, whom he had raised after his beloved wife died in childbirth.

Sir Lansford had carefully groomed Bronwyn, and at a young age, she took her first lover under the guidance of his mistress, Lady Fountain. Bronwyn was a beauty with raven hair and large green eyes; she reeked of sex and sensuality. Most men found her highly arousing and she was well aware of that.

Both Eyon and Kieran knew that Bronwyn was crafty and unscrupulous, especially when money was involved. Her green eyes appeared dark with misery, but they knew better.

Bronwyn stood demurely, acting the innocent virgin. She was offered a seat, but politely refused; after all, she wasn't going to be there for long, she had assessed as much. The silence stretched.

Kieran broke the silence, and his next remark catching her by surprise. "You look well, Bronwyn. Quite an expensive coat you're attired in."

Bronwyn was dressed for the weather, in a mink coat, black riding boots and an oversized Gucci purse. So, she liked the finer things in life, there was nothing wrong with that. She had worked hard for it, sleeping with old tyrants and sadistic bastards.

She sighed and looked up to find Kieran watching her with an amused look on his face.

"Thank you," she replied, attempting a smile.

There was another lengthy silence, broken by a beautiful brogue. "I am sure Sir Donald will be missing your company by now," Eyon stated. If memory served him correct, Bronwyn was the old Laird's current mistress.

Bronwyn frowned. "What are you talking about?" she whispered, lowering her lashes.

"You don't know?" Eyon challenged, leveling his animalistic green eyes on her.

"No, I don't," she replied, her brow furrowed.

Eyon smiled wryly and shook his head. Bronwyn stood stiffly, the purse she held in her hands shook in her grasp. Finally, she looked up and said, "It is over between him and myself."

Tears were evident in her eyes. "Why can't you take me as your mate?" she blurted out, her green eyes pleading.

Both men looked intently at her, their faces mirroring their boredom. They knew her game well. "Need you ask?" answered Kieran, his voice calm and even.

Bronwyn blanched noticeably. She wrung her hands and wished she could vanish.

Kieran softened. "I am sorry, Bronwyn."

Bronwyn looked from one man to the other and all she saw now was pity. A feeling of dread swept through her. She needed to leave. Quickly. "I must be off," she murmured, walking unsteadily towards the door.

Eyon sighed deeply. As she turned to exit, he stood and caught her wrist, her eyes widened in a silent inquiry.

"You knew this was not possible. We have known you for years, Bronwyn. You are part of the clan." He released her arm then. The only desire they had for her was the desire to protect her.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat. It was stupid to come, as dumb as leaving a perfectly warm bed in the middle of the day to sit in the cold, even if that bed wasn't your own. Still, she could always go back to craggy-faced Sir Donald. Even if he was an evil fucker, the money was good.

She remembered how the old lecher had flogged her and as he began to strip her of her clothes, he had hissed, "Whore, obey me or I'll give you to my men. Now get between my legs."

He took off his trousers, as he was already shirtless, his hairy chest dripping with sweat. Naked, he stood up. "Suck me dry," he had commanded, in a gruff voice.

Instinctively, she had obey. The years of tutalage in the art of satisfying a man by Lady Fountain was all she knew. So, she did what she knew best. With every lick, and deep-throated suck, her lover had gasped with pleasure, while pulling her hair and plunging his old, but powerful, cock down her throat. After he had climaxed, he left her without another word. Oddly enough, she had enjoyed it. Humiliation and dark pleasure were her weaknesses.

Thinking about her chances with the Lairds, Bronwyn was wise enough to know that she stood a better chance with Sir Donald. Well, it was too bad that she would have to go back to being a kept woman...but she did have somewhere to go and whoring was in her blood, a delightful curse.

Easing from her thoughts, Bronwyn absorbed Eyon's words, and then nodded her head in understanding. She smiled sadly; in her heart, she knew this was not possible. And a thought struck her out of nowhere. The two Lairds were the only family she had. She knew that they were definitely out of her league.




Gargouille Ch. 02



"Are you okay?" Eyon asked softly, looking intently into her eyes. He saw the instant denial in her large expressive eyes and before she could answer, he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

Bronwyn felt Eyon's sincere touch and hesitated slightly, before nodding. "Thank you."

Though she smiled at them, they could detect a trembling in her voice. Eyon looked over at a now frowning Kieran and sighed loudly. He knew other shifters treated her unfairly due to the nature of what she did, but one thing was clear, Bronwyn loved what she did. Their sense of honor and duty toward their clan, who were like extended family, meant they had to try to help her. One day, she might come to her senses, he hoped.

Eyon's eyes flicked back to her. "You do know that we are always here for you?"

"Thank you," she whispered, "but I am fine." By then, her tears had dried.

Bronwyn attempted another smile. She glanced over at Kieran, his expression was serious again, but less harsh in its scrutiny. He nodded his head in acknowledgement of her thanks, and her face creased in a broad smile.

Both men watched Bronwyn carefully. They knew her too well. But, if she needed any help, they were always available to assist. Their eyes conveyed their compassion and understanding.

"Okay." Eyon replied, deciding to let the matter rest.

Once Bronwyn departed, Kieran looked at his cousin. "Think there'll be more?"

Yes," Eyon replied. Kieran was certain he heard him chuckle under his breath.

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Eyon had instructed their steward, Aodh, to send a message to both Laird McCarran and Laird McClain, saying that he and Kieran were ready to meet with them and discuss the future of Aryan.

The two older men arrived together in their formal wear. They both had an event to attend after their meeting with the Lairds. The large hall was bright, the drapes drawn to let the sunlight in. Despite the sun, it was still cold. The cold, however, had little effect on them. In fact, they fared better in the winter.

Kieran had left instructions with the household saying that they would receive the older Lairds in the upper stateroom of their mansion. He deliberately chose that room because it was airtight and no one would be privy to their conversation. As Eyon and Kieran entered the room, the aura of their power was unmistakably apparent to the awaiting occupants. The pair's sharp eyes scanned the area quickly.

At the far left, facing the mantelpiece, stood another large painting of Eyon's mother Abigail. Eyon's father, Callum, sat in a high-backed chair that was once used by King Henry the VIII. To his father's left stood Aryan's father, Laird McCarran, with a bell-shaped decanter of whiskey in his hands. Also present was Bhaltair of Dunkeld.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Eyon hissed in disbelief. His father had gone too far this time.

Bhaltair was unwelcome in their house after he attempted to rape and beat a female Were. He was later pardoned by some of the elders, after the young girl refused to come forward and testify. But, both men knew he had threatened her to keep her from testifying. With little evidence to support their claim, they had let the matter rest, but not before Eyon had given him a beating that had him bed-ridden for weeks.

"Sire, what is the meaning of this?" Kieran asked tightly, looking over at Eyon's father.

Laird Callum sighed tiredly, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Bhaltair is Aryan's godfather, and as such, he deserves to be here to discuss her future," Callum replied.

"I will not have my daughter bartered off as if she was a ram for slaughter," Laird McCarran suddenly said, as if in a trance, trails of spittle evident on his graying beard.

It was then that Bhaltair decided to speak up, as if someone had asked him to. "I heard both you and Laird Eyon wish to take a human female as a mate instead," he injected. An ugly expression spread across his face, which he tried to unsuccessfully conceal.

"Tell me, fiend, where did you hear of such news?" Eyon demanded angrily, his nostrils flaring, his eyes fiery red. He glared at Bhaltair unflinchingly.

"Speak up, coward, or I'll cut your vile tongue from its base," he barked.

Bhaltair froze, shifting his weight uncomfortably. He visibly paled and began to sweat. He was no match for an angry Laird Eyon, especially coupled with an equally angry Laird Kieran.

Bhaltair stuttered, "I...Excuse me, my Lords, I spoke without thought."

Bhaltair quickly turned away. How could he admit to plying the old hag Manig with alcohol to loosen her tongue so she would relay her visions to him?

"Enough of this incessant talking, we are finished here," snapped Kieran, his face taut and rigid with fury.

"Neither Eyon nor I will tolerate insolence, especially from you, Bhaltair. If you value what's left of your pathetic life, you will leave our house before I do something I will not regret," he managed, livid. With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room.

Bhaltair fled shortly after.

"So, that's the end of it? Neither of you will take Aryan as mate?" Laird McClain asked dryly.

"No," replied Eyon, softly, his face expressionless. "We are sorry, but it's for the best."

Eyon wasn't sure if it was relief or sadness he glimpsed in his father's eyes. He shrugged. Neither he nor Kieran were indifferent to Aryan's feelings. Although they had only met her twice, she was still part of the clan and deserved a proper mate. It was just not either of them.

Both he and Kieran had been steadfast in their conviction not to marry for the sake of the clan. His father and other elder clan members had been disappointed in their decision and had told them as much. But this wasn't the medieval times. Sure, they honored the olden ways, but they wouldn't be pressured into marriage.

Eyon sighed wearily and raked his hands in his hair in frustration. He glanced over at a now drunk Laird McCarran, shook his head in disgust and walked out.



Gargouille Ch. 03



Hi readers, here is chapter 3. Thanks to the wonderful and helpful Angelicsounds for the lovely editing, and as usual I appreciate all comments and feedbacks. Thanks and hope you all enjoy this chapter.



Chapter 01 





Gargouille Ch. 03



Laird Rolf Mac Thomas was all but stone now, his life cycle receding as the years passed. Since the passing of his mother, his father had never fully recovered from the shock. Kieran had been tempted to go home, thank god he hadn't.

Kieran stared at her, thrilled at the sight from behind. A firm, ripe bottom in a denim skirt, some of those hippy-boots that were so popular these days, and a short, pixie hair style. He would give her no opportunity to resist him, for even as he observed her figure, his shaft was stiff and ready to take over. Two strides and he was upon her.

"If you look hard enough, maybe you'll see Sirius," she heard a deep and sexy voice say behind her.

So lost in thought, Nicole stiffened and yelped in fright when the man's hand grabbed her and spun her around into a firm, well-toned chest. She looked up and made contact with startling dark blue eyes, eyes which held her transfixed. 

"Oh!" was all she could say as her body reacted immediately to the man's nearness, though she refused to let him see it, as she half-heartedly struggled in his arms. 

But he did. For a long second, Kieran just stared at her. Her large brown eyes stared back at him in awe and her sweet scent washed over him. At the smell of her arousal, Kieran's lips curved into a pleased smile and his cock swelled even more. 

Nicole felt overwhelmed, the man was simply magnificent. A handsome, chiseled face with broad shoulders, a perfectly sculpted, muscular body and not the kind you get from the gym, but from years of physical labor, giving him the attributes of a Greek god, and kissable lips, now curled in a sinfully wicked smile.

Her struggling had ceased causing Kieran's smile to broaden. He loved her scent, jasmine and apple and those mesmerized eyes staring up at him, dark with desire. His eyes lit up with pleasure. 

"Are you here alone?" His voice was harsh, yet beautiful, it stroked her like a lover's caress.

"No," she murmured, trembling slightly. 

He could tell she felt afraid, as she probably should, since he wasn't about to leave without getting answers, or without her.

"Who are you here with?" he demanded as he began to stroke her arm.

She gasped and shivered at his touch. "Brae. I am a guest at the Alistair's hotel."

Kieran's brow lifted in surprise. He smiled and then sobered. The Alistairs were counted in the handful of humans whom knew of their existence, they were loyal and faithful allies. As far as he was aware, the Alistairs had closed down their guest house, deciding to concentrate on their sheep-herding instead. Very interesting indeed.

"Are you married?" Kieran had noticed she wore no ring, but asked anyway, to be certain. 

She shook her head. He mumbled something softly, the words 'she's the one' and 'he'll be pleased,' were barely distinguishable, and then he cupped her face, murmuring words in Gaelic she didn't understand.

Nicole stiffened in his arms during their conversation, shocked by his inappropriate touching and the way his pelvis pressed against her. She could feel his hardening erection and flushed in embarrassment at the way her body was reacting to his nearness. She shook her head and quickly snapped out of her daze. 

Nicole opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind. "Are you alright?" she muttered instead. Silly bitch, she thought with a frown on her face.

"I am now," he replied silkily, "We have finally found you."

One thing was for certain, he was going to kiss her. Nicole knew it because he had told her as much. 

"Just try it," she replied. 

It sounded like a threat, yet she did nothing when he lowered his head and claimed her lips. He deepened the kiss as her struggles resumed, before he began sucking and nipping at her tongue. Nicole slowly started responding to his kiss, not even aware that she was doing so. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to her.



Kieran lifted her up, pulling her around so she straddled his waist. He slowly walked backward and sat on the chair, her atop him. 

"Wrap your legs round me," he whispered.

As she complied, he gripped her ass and pulled her hard against him, to keep her where she was. One arm went around her, pulling her even closer. Lengthening one of his claws, Kieran slit her top for better access to her breasts. Capturing one taut nipple and flicking it between his fingers, he claimed her pouting lips again.

Kieran smiled as she moaned into his mouth. He was pleased his mate was so sexually responsive. He deepened the kiss further as she rocked back and forth on his erection. He could smell her strong sexual aroma and felt her wetness as it dampened his bare thigh.

He gradually broke off the kiss, moving to rain light kisses on the side of her neck. Already his cock was huge and thick with blood. He resisted the urge to plunge into her pussy. Not yet, he thought, I need her fully aroused.

Nicole was on a high, she felt hypnotized with lust. Her pussy felt inflamed. Madness seized her as her impending orgasm lay in wait. Waiting for what? She had no idea. Nicole suddenly felt a bite on the side of her neck. She whimpered, surprised at the suddenness of it. But as her orgasm came crashing down on her like a flood breaking its barrier, she shook uncontrollably.

"You bit me," she panted, coming down from her orgasm.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked as he sucked the throbbing area.

"No, but..." she began to protest.

Kieran cut her off. "Don't think, just feel." 

His hands found her warm core and parted her puffy labia. Before Nicole could think, let alone respond, warm fingers found her core. She gasped in pleasure, rocking her hips against his firm hand. 

"Dear lord," she moaned as he increased the tempo, "More...please." 

Nicole held onto his arm to steady herself. Not needing to be told twice, Kieran eased her up, swiftly tearing off the rest of her clothing. His cock was heavy and throbbing, and at this rate, he would come all over his tartan. 

With a guttural cry, he brought her down on his hard cock in one thrust. 

"God's teeth," he swore as her vaginal walls gripped his shaft like a vice. He was momentarily stunned. "So fucking tight."

Nicole whimpered in pain as he entered her body. She instinctively let go of his arm and stiffened, tears springing to her eyes as his large member stretched her. "No- I can't do this." She shook her head and tried to pull away.


Kieran pulled her into a tight hug. "I am sorry," he replied, "The pain will pass soon. Try and relax." 

Kieran couldn't recall the last time he had such a tight pussy. He was both pleased and sorry. Sorry that he had to cause her pain, but pleased she would be theirs, both his and Eyon's. Soon the pain would subside and then he could really take charge.

She hit him angrily. What a bloody mess!

"I'm sorry, but I cannot stop." He grabbed her arms to keep her from hitting him. 

Kieran looked into her eyes for a moment. "Relax, sweetness, it's okay."


Any other day, any other time, someone else would have been fine, but right then, he needed this pussy, her pussy. He could feel himself going over the edge in a way that signified madness. Her walls were so tight and her resistances made him want her even more. Kieran knew he was being selfish, but he couldn't seem to help himself. He didn't want to.

Nicole remained still, in the hope that the feeling of fullness would soon subside. Slowly, the pain receded. She relaxed as he whispered words of reassurance in her ears. As he began to move, she panicked. What have I done? No protection! Dear lord! She attempted to rise, but he held her. 

She could feel strong fingers digging into her arms as she attempted to ease her body from his grasp once again. He held her tighter and claimed her already swollen lips as he slowly thrust into her body. Nicole wrapped her arms around his neck and bent to meet his kiss, cursing her stupidity.

Kieran tightened his large hands around her waist, thrusting into her tight sheath and gritting his teeth in an attempt to control himself. There was no way on this earth he would allow her to leave. He reached between their bodies and gently stroked her distended clit.

"God, you are beautiful," he murmured, nibbling her earlobe with his teeth. Kieran increased the tempo of his thrusts, as she began to move with him, slowly matching his pace.

Kieran growled in pleasure as she began to move faster. He let go of her ear and lowered his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. "So sweet, so fucking tight," he purred against her breast. 

Kieran picked up the tempo as Nicole's need became urgent. She was fucking him, rolling her hips in a circular motion, digging her heels in his back, her head thrown back.

"Dear God!" she cried as her pleasure intensified. His cock felt so good inside her, the pain, and the pleasure. Nicole writhed mindlessly as ecstasy overwhelmed her.

Thrusting inside of her with a savagery that astounded him, Kieran continued biting and sucking on her firm nipples. Nicole cried out again and again, arching her chest toward him, allowing him easier access to her sensitive breast as he suckled each one.

Kieran squeezed her ass as he pumped ferociously into her. "I am going to fuck you all night," he groaned as her vaginal walls contracted. 

Kieran raised his head and looked into her hooded eyes, "yes my mat..." His words were cut off suddenly...The door burst open and the room began filling up with people.

Nicole tensed, eyes wide. She attempted to dislodge herself, but he held her firmly. She could feel her muscles tightening and knew she was on the verge of a massive climax. She could feel him thrusting upwards, despite the disturbance from the revelers, and as her pussy clenched uncontrollably around his cock, she moaned loudly, burying her face in his chest.

"You dare!" Kieran shouted, angrily. 

He glared at them, still holding on to Nicole, quickly turning to shield her naked body with his larger one. She was trying desperately to escape from his embrace, but he could feel her pussy clenching around his cock. "Get out!"

The drunken revelers realized who he was and shook in fear. 

"Excuse us, my Laird." They practically tripped over themselves in their haste to get out.

Once the initial shock had subsided, Nicole was still embarrassed as she shuddered and quaked with the last vestiges of her own climax atop him. She tentatively raised her eyes to look into his face. Nicole gasped, staring. She couldn't take her eyes off of his. They were flashing red, glowing like precious rubies in the semi-dark room.

Kieran felt her stiffen in his embrace, her eyes probing his. He saw a small dart of fear flash through them. "What is it?" 

His anger was mostly directed at himself, but her flinch told him she'd taken his tone as a direct hit. He stifled a curse.

"Your eyes." 

He sensed the panic in her voice. Hell and damnation! he swore inwardly. He'd let the situation slip from his control. Kieran closed his eyes to rein his unleashed gargoyle. 

Nicole felt weak and scared. She saw stars, and soon after, darkness overtook her confused mind and body. Kieran opened his eyes and said, "Don't be afraid, I will not hurt you." 

Scarcely had the word left his mouth before she collapsed onto his chest. He breathed an exasperated sigh as she slumped against him.

"I donno know who you are," he whispered in her hair, "but you must be someone quite important to make me feel this way. My mate you surely are." 

So fixed on claiming her, he hadn't even thought to ask her name. Kieran shook his head, frowning at his stupidity. Nevertheless, he would get it. They needed to know everything about her.

He slowly dislodged his wet and extremely hard manhood from her tight pussy. He sighed with regret. "Soon, very soon," he whispered while wrapping her carefully into his family tartan to ward off the cold. He wasn't about to leave her behind. 

Kieran looked at her pretty face, lowering his head to kiss her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and slowly walked over toward the door, kicking it open. He ignored the gasps and stares of the curious, yet drunken onlookers and walked out in all his naked glory and flew off into the night.




Gargouille Ch. 04



Hi readers, here is chapter 4. Thanks to the wonderful and helpful Angelicsounds for the lovely editing, and as usual I appreciate all comments and feedbacks. Thanks and hope you all enjoy this chapter.

_Chapter 4________________

Nicole awoke with a strange feeling. She wearily opened her eyes into slits. Where was she? She suddenly realized that she could hear someone softly singing. Startled, Nicole looked toward the sound. Standing near a large armoire was a young woman folding and putting away what looked to be Nicole's clothes.

Nicole de-Leon was a sensible person, so she liked to think. She had never been inclined to get involved in useless relationships and never had a one-night stand. Now she'd done it. She'd gotten herself drunk and, in her drunken state, slept with a man she had just met. But how could one get drunk from drinking a non-alcoholic drink? What the hell is going on? she thought. 

Instead of that question, she cautiously asked, "What are you doing?"

The woman jumped and turned around. She was extremely tall and very pretty, with flaxen hair styled into a bun at the nape of her neck. 

Alana turned and gazed at the slim, pretty woman with the short pixie haircut and bright, curious brown eyes, who was now sitting up in the bed. Alana had been surprised, but happy, when Laird Kieran had brought the human home. There was no doubt that the Lairds were ecstatic. The human, on the other hand, looked anything but. Alana stopped folding and smiled at the new mistress.

"You are awake, my lady. You've been asleep for quite awhile. We were hoping you would wake up soon."

Nicole watched with narrowed eyes as the woman looked over at her and smiled sweetly. Her brow furrowed. We? she thought as she stared at the woman in confusion. Nicole wasn't sure what was going on exactly, but she had guessed some of it, like the fact that she wasn't at the Alistair's hotel.

"I see," was Nicole's response. She tucked the covers around her body and looked around the room. 

"The Lairds will be pleased you're awake," the woman said as she merrily resumed her task.

Nicole blinked, jerking her head back towards the girl as a fleeting memory of the event that had occurred before she had lost consciousness flashed through her mind. She felt a throbbing between her legs and pulled the covers tightly around her.

"Who?" Nicole asked, flushing deeply and praying the girl didn't detect it.

"The Lairds." Alana stopped what she was doing and gave Nicole a curious smile. Alana felt uncomfortable as her new mistress continued to gape at her in confusion. "Laird Kieran and Laird Eyon, my lady." 

Nicole's brow remained furrowed. Neither name rang a bell. I slept with a man and didn't even ask him for his name, what a slut I am.

The housekeeper contemplated her young mistress with growing anxiety. "Laird Kieran brought you here yesterday, my lady. Don't you remember?" 

"So that's the name of my kidnapper," she replied, more to herself than the girl.

"Kidnapper!" Alana's eyes widened in exasperation, "the Laird would never do such a thing."

Nicole shrugged unabashedly. "So what would you call it then, taking someone without their knowledge or consent?" 

Alana's cheeks reddened. "The Lairds are fine and good chieftains," she retorted. 

Then Alana spoke at length about her Lairds and how good and kind they were. Nicole was speechless for a moment. She was very surprised that the woman had given her so much information about the men, although majority of it was her singing their praises, nothing of importance to Nicole.

"What is your name?" Nicole questioned, after a considerable pause. 

"Alana, my lady." She smiled warmly, showing dimpled cheeks, her green eyes bright and bold. Nicole sensed she was a kind person, just more or less doing her boss's dirty work.

Nicole offered her hand to Alana, which was accepted tentatively. "Nice to meet you, I am Nicole." 

"Nice to make your acquaintance, my mistress," said Alana, who had turned a deep shade of red.

Nicole watched Alana as she blushed. A frown crept across her face as the woman quickly turned and started putting things away in a drawer. Alana was bursting with energy; her ability to talk and carry out her task astounded Nicole. She was starting to think that Alana was a robot. Nicole couldn't take her eyes off of her, filled with both fascination and dread. She shook her head. This was wrong. Everything was wrong. 

Nicole sensed Alana was sincere, but that did not mean she would accept the woman as a friend. Then again, there was the little matter of escaping her current predicament. Right now, all Nicole wanted was some answers and she aimed to get them.

"My Lady, why don't you go wash and I'll change your bed linens," Alana suggested.

Nicole figured, Why not? What's the worst that could happen? She smiled as Alana assisted her in rising from the bed. Nicole felt awkward. The last time someone had helped her with her toiletries, she was ten, and that was her mother. Alana looked to be not much older than she. She waved off her help and entered the bathroom.

Who dressed me? Nicole wondered, looking down at the nightgown she wore. 

When she finished with her toiletries, Nicole slowly exited the bathroom. She felt fine, no one had harmed her, but her lack of memory was beginning to make her nervous. Lost in her own confusion, she stumbled. Pausing to steady herself, she scowled as Alana came rushing towards her. 

"What the fuck?" Nicole growled.

The woman stiffened at her curse, but Nicole ignored her reaction. She watched as Alana's features changed from surprised to worried. 

"Are you okay? Shall I call the Lairds?" Alana asked with urgency.

"I'm fine. Perhaps I am still a bit nervous. This is all new to me, you know," Nicole lied.

Alana gave Nicole's hand a gentle pat. "The Lairds will never harm you. No need to worry, we're all so excited you're here after so long."

Nicole feigned disbelief. "You don't say?"

"You don't believe me?" 

She wasn't overly worried about whether the Lairds would harm her, what Nicole really wanted to know was if the one called Kieran had red eyes. She was positive that's what she saw. Her only concern was that Alana would either think she needed help or confirm that what she saw was real. Either way, she lost. However, Nicole didn't respond or ask the niggling question, instead she just stared at Alana wearily, but with a hint of annoyance.

Alana stepped away from Nicole and smiled. Ah, she's a stubborn one. She is pretty, that's for sure, Alana thought as she quietly assessed Nicole. I will make sure that she is well taken care of, she vowed. 

How the mistress came to be there was none of her business, though various rumors had been circulating around the household. Alana wasn't one to get involved in gossip, so she kept to herself. She was told by the Lairds to take care of their mate's needs and that was what she intended to do.

Alana peered at the human and hoped that she was strong enough to deal with the Lairds. She knew for a fact that they were kind and fair, but harsh in their punishments for those who tried to harm their family or disobey their orders. 

Nicole turned once again, shooting a questioning look at the young woman who stood quietly staring at her. "Couldn't I just leave and send them a thank you card or something?" she asked softly.

"I don't...know, my lady. You...best wait and speak to the Lairds," she answered in a low, hesitant voice. 

"Leave me alone," Nicole hissed at Alana none too gently.

Nicole could see that she startled Alana in her anger and was instantly contrite. "I am sorry," she said, ashamed at her outburst. She didn't want to seem ungracious. The woman had been nothing but kind to her. Still, she was so disappointed by Alana's reply that she almost burst into tears, but she controlled herself.

Calm yourself, Nicole. Don't lose your temper. She closed her eyes and sat back onto the bed. If you play it smart and all goes according to plan, in a few hours you'll be gone, she told herself.

"It's okay, my lady," the perplexed housekeeper stated. 

Alana turned towards the door and opened it. "Dinner will be served at six, my lady." She curtsied and left the room, closing the door behind her. 

Nicole watched her leave. She quickly ran to the door and turned the knob. It was open. That puzzled her. A sudden cold breeze caused her to shiver and close it. Nicole sighed as she leaned against the door and took in her surroundings. Her room was large with a French country look. The furnishings presented as rustic, yet sophisticated and manly. There was also a massive flat screen television built into the wall. Judging by the luxuriously appointed room, the owner of the house must have been someone quite wealthy.

As she surveyed the room, Nicole's thoughts drifted back to the man Alana called Kieran. He was the one that brought her there, but also, there was another. This new revelation enraged Nicole. Her lips began to tremble in earnest as her fingers curled into a fist. She eased off of the door and walked to the bed, sitting down and staring out the window. The more she looked, the eerier the view appeared. 

Nicole was pulled out of her thoughts by a sound and looked up to see Alana's head poking through the half-opened door.

"I have made you a sandwich to tide you over until supper, my lady." Alana came in carrying a huge sandwich and a bottle of water on a tray.

"Thank you, Alana." 

"You're most welcome, my lady."

Nicole was hungry and she grabbed the tray off the bedside table as soon as Alana had left. Stay strong, she thought, although she felt like beating herself up for being so stupid. But that would do no good, she needed her strength to survive and has long as she had breath in her body, there was still hope. Her stomach growled in reply as she tore into the meal with gusto. Nicole ate every morsel and gulped down the water in one go.

Minutes later, she frantically searched the room for a phone. Nicole found none, so she began going through her own stuff. "No mobile. Damn! They must have taken it. What am I to do?" she cried, feeling defeated.

Nicole felt fatigued, drained from both worry and anger. She moved wearily towards the bed and flopped in, pulling the cover over her body and falling into a deep sleep. Nicole slept long and so deeply that not even Alana opening and closing the bedroom door stirred her. 

*****

At his desk in the mansion, Eyon reached for a large brown envelope, sent to him by Ulrich Marrow, and tore it open. It's a fake alright, he thought, studying a picture of the famous Crystal Skull. Sometimes it paid to be an archeologist. The Skull looked very realistic, it was an amazing reproduction and he was sure that it would pass the test at an initial inspection.

Eyon chuckled to himself. He knew the Skull was a fake because he had an original in his possession, given to him by the Aztec people while he was living in Mexico in the 16th century. Ulrich was a slimy bastard, but he was cunning.

Eyon looked up from his work after hearing a soft knock on the door. "Come in." 

It was Alana. "Good day, my lord," she said with a curtsy, as was the custom in respect of his position as Laird.

Eyon gave her a small nod of acknowledgement. He folded his large arms across his chest, relaxed and studied their housekeeper as she stood across from him. "Have a seat, Alana," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. 

When Alana finally sat down, Eyon looked at her inquiringly, awaiting a debriefing. 

"Thank you, milord," she replied after seating herself. 

Alana folded her hands in her lap, gazing at the Laird's impatient face and shifting uncomfortably. Alana gulped and cleared her throat. Once she began talking, Eyon was mostly silent, giving short nods and telling her to continue. 

When Alana told him that Nicole had asked if she could leave and send them a thank you card, "I see," was his only reply, the impassive look on his face was unreadable. 

For the remainder of the meeting, Eyon seemed distant and more than once, Alana had to repeat herself. After several minutes, the debriefing was brought to an end when Eyon suddenly said, "That will be all. Thank you, Alana."

There was a long pause, as Alana remained seated, twisting her hands in earnest. "I have a request, Milord," she blurted out.

"Really now?" Eyon responded, his face showing his surprise before he quickly put his usual impassive mask back in place. He studied her for long moments, sitting back in his over-sized chair. How long has she been in their household? He scarcely remembered.

Alana trembled under Eyon's penetrating stare. She lifted her lowered gaze to look up at him and noticed a slight smile, very slight. Alana felt her courage returning. 

"Could I be the new mistress' personal maid, my lord? Please?" she asked softly.

She waited for what felt like an eternity before he gave his consent with a nod, and offered her a rare smile.

Alana couldn't suppress her grin of satisfaction. Not wanting to take up any more of the Laird's time, she rose, and with a respectful bow, she took her leave. "Thank you, my Laird."

Eyon didn't bother to respond to the young woman, he instead fell into reverie. Images of Nicole plagued his mind. The stories of their mate filled his heart and had him smiling, until a thought intruded. So, she wanted to leave? He frowned. Of course she would, he told himself, but they weren't about to let her go. 

That evening when Kieran had brought her home, while she slept, Eyon had made some inquiries as to whom she was. He had made some surprising discoveries that had pleased them both. 

Kieran had already claimed her and, soon enough, he would take her to his bed and make his possession of her complete as well. The thought sent a wave of heat through his body. With a sigh, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

*****

Later that evening, both men sat at the table in the large dining room, the subject of conversation was the beautiful human currently asleep upstairs. The men talked of nothing but how lovely she was and how gentle and angelic she looked while asleep.

"You think she'll come to us with open arms?" asked Eyon.

Both men smiled at the impossibility of such an idea. They were both rapt with the prospect of getting to know her, but were aware this wouldn't be an east feat, especially if what they had heard about her was true. 

They both looked up when the door leading to the kitchen creaked opened and Moira, the cook, entered. "Begging your pardon, my Lairds. Just wanting to let ye both know that supper will be served shortly."

"Thank you, Moira. And has our mate been informed?" Kieran questioned. 

"Yes, Laird Kieran," the cook answered respectfully, as she took away the empty tankard of coffee and bore it off.

Nicole woke with a start, not knowing where she was for a moment. Then the memories came flooding back when she opened her eyes. She groaned and buried her face in the soft bedding. But she couldn't ignore the feeling of a full bladder and reluctantly got out of bed.

She hurriedly got dressed, ignoring the sick feeling in her stomach. It's now or never, she told herself as she walked towards the door and opened it. She closed it softly behind her and tiptoed along the hallway. Nicole hesitated as she surveyed her surroundings; her goal was to find a way out. Little did she know that the only way she could get off the mountain was if she could fly or stand to swim in the icy cold, treacherous waters that surrounded them. 

Nicole glanced nervously up and down the hall, but seeing no one, she turned to descend the large staircase. Before she reached it, she stopped to admire a large, beautifully designed window. She moved closer, curious, and when she looked out she had a splendid view of a lake. She was attempting to open the window, when suddenly a voice said, "The Lairds are awaiting your presence, my lady."

Nicole jumped, startled. She spun around feeling guilty, yet she had done nothing wrong. Alana was standing behind her. Nicole blinked at her in surprise, wondering where she had come from. 

Alana looked at her mistress's startled face and smiled. She couldn't tell her that she had been watching and waiting for her to leave her room. "Please follow me, my lady."

Nicole followed Alana down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, she turned down a number of smaller hallways with walls that were lined with various pictures. One hallway ended at a lavishly furnished large hall. Nicole looked on in awe. 

"The Lairds are in the drawing room, my lady," the housekeeper said, stopping at a closed door.

"Thank you, Alana."

"You're most welcome, my lady. If you please, the Lairds await you." 

Nicole watched as Alana opened the door, bowed out of courtesy and withdrew. The whole scene was bizarre. Nicole couldn't understand why Alana kept on calling her 'my lady,' despite the fact that she had told her several times to call her Nicole.

Sighing, Nicole walked through the opened door and into the room. She drew back in surprise as she laid eyes upon two men sitting at a round table. It was elegantly set, a supper for three, as evident by the number of chairs. She knew that she had more important things to worry about than the setting of a table, but she couldn't help herself. Nicole regarded the men with a strange mixture of both fear and pleasure. 

She also couldn't help but notice how handsome, no, beautiful, the two men were. Even sitting, she could tell they were extremely tall. The dark one wore his hair semi-short, just barely touching the nape of his neck, and had piercing green eyes. The blond, Kieran was the name Alana had mentioned, wore his hair a little longer. Nicole was standing at the door, gawking at them stupidly, when a voice caused her to blink in confusion.

"Are you going to stand there staring or come and join us?" asked the dark one, a slight grin on his face.

"What?" she asked in a confused whisper. Nicole stepped forward tentatively. The dark one rose and pulled a chair out for her. Nicole regarded him suspiciously and ignored the offered seat. "Who are you?" she demanded.

"I trust you slept well. I am Eyon and I believe you are already familiar with Kieran," he answered casually.

Her eyes flashed at him as she snorted and sucked her teeth. Fleeting memories flooded her mind from the night before. She blushed in embarrassment because she had actually enjoyed it. Unable to look at Kieran, she turned to the now seated Eyon and growled, "Why am I here?"

Eyon's gaze lingered on Nicole. He observed her quivering lips and full, womanly breasts. "Because you belong to us." He smiled smugly.

Nicole didn't miss his bold sexual stare, she trembled under it and turned away so he couldn't see her flushed features. She did not want him to notice how she responded to him, she tried to seem as cold as marble. It wasn't working.

Eyon noted the sheen of Nicole's lovely unblemished skin and the way her pert breasts heaved as she struggled to contain her anger and desire. She looked so regal, so brave. "How lovely you are," he murmured dreamily.

Nicole's anger instantly overrode her feelings of attraction. "You are both freaking crazy! I am no man's whore," she spat, defiantly meeting his eyes.

Eyon shrugged. "Think what you like, it doesn't change a thing, Nicole," he replied unabashed, with a look that brooked no argument.

"How do you know my name?" Nicole questioned throatily.

"We know everything about you, a thaisce," Eyon replied pleasantly. A thaisce, 'our treasure,' and she was, despite the daggers she was shooting at him with her eyes.




Gargouille Ch. 04



Nicole was livid. "How dare you! Pack my clothing and let me go immediately! Or I-will-call-the-authorities."

Kieran chuckled then. Nicole snarled at him. Her temper rising, she stood rigidly, looking from one to the other. She was no fool and was well aware that they both wanted to bed her. They could have at least asked her if she was okay with it, instead of keeping her here against her will. Well, not that she would have agreed to something like that. Or would I? she questioned herself.

The thought left her with some urgent sexual feelings, sending a bolt of lightening straight to her core. She could feel her juices seeping into her underwear. Nicole moaned softly and lowered her head. The sound of Nicole's soft moan and the smell of her desire had both gargoyles inflamed with lust. Two pairs of eyes watched her, almost predatorily. 

There was a sudden shuffle behind her. Nicole turned to see another tall girl, a bit older than Alana, hovering at the door. The girl had on a white dress with a blue cloth apron in the front. She held in her hands a tankard, filled with what smelled like coffee, and a tray of hot biscuits.

"Come in, Moira," Eyon said impatiently, his eyes never leaving Nicole. Nicole still refused to look at Kieran, but she could feel his hot stares bearing down on her.

"Should I pour yer coffee, my Lairds?" Moira asked shakily.

Eyon nodded curtly, irritated by the interruption. She poured coffee for both him and Kieran, but hesitated as to what to do for Nicole. Eyon waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

As Moira rushed from the dining area, she looked into Nicole's face and attempted a smile, but the mistress didn't return it, so Moira quickly rushed out. Both men watched Nicole closely as she stood quietly near the door, looking down at her feet.

Nicole was angry at herself for behaving like a whore and also at those bastards for making her feel that way. Quickly, she darted forward, grabbed a plate off the table and threw at Kieran's head. Nicole watched regretfully as it missed him and instead smashed into pieces on the floor. She boldly met Kieran's eyes, his now seething with anger, hers bright and flashing with defiance. 

"Come here and pick it up," he commanded in a low growl.

She met his stern gaze unflinchingly. "Piss off!" she spat.

For a brief moment, there was a tense silence as both men stared at her in shock. They were both stunned by her complete defiance. It was beyond belief. No one had ever dared to speak to either of them in such a manner.

What the bloody hell? Did they think I was coming down to suck their dicks? She smiled at their surprised looks. They didn't remain shocked for long.

Kieran jumped up from his chair with lightening speed, toppling it over with a loud bang. "You need taming, mate," he hissed, "and it begins now."

Panic seized Nicole. She turned around to flee, but didn't get very far. She cried out as she hit something hard, driving the air from her lungs. It felt like a ton of bricks had hit her in the head. She blacked out from the pain.

"Damnation! Not again," Kieran swore as she crashed into his hard chest. He caught her before she fell and lifted her into his arms.

*****

Nicole slowly opened her eyes and winced, still feeling a slight pain in her temples. As she lifted her head slightly, she could see that the room was dark, the only light came from the fireplace. She massaged her temples, pausing when a sound caught her ear.

Nicole looked over and saw Eyon sleeping on a chair near her bed. His legs were stretched out in front, his head back, and one arm over his face. He looked exhausted, or so she thought. She coughed lightly from a suddenly dry throat. 

He wasn't asleep, for green eyes opened and clashed with brown, burning into them. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

Eyon rose from the chair and then just stood there, staring at her as if he was searching the depths of her soul. Nicole met his gaze, trying to ascertain what was going on in his mind. The stare became intense, sexual, and she felt trapped. Nicole could feel her body reacting to his nearness and felt her core throb, causing her to moan involuntarily. 

She quickly looked away, embarrassed, and shook her head to clear it. "What happened yesterday?" she asked breathlessly, avoiding his penetrating stare by looking at her hands, which were folded neatly in her lap.

Eyon took his time answering. "You fainted." 

Nicole watched him in fascination as he walked over to the fireplace and added more wood. Lord! He was really attractive. He was tall, yet built proportionately, with broad shoulders that seemed to block the view outside the window, narrow hips and powerful thighs, the thighs of a warrior. He had a startlingly handsome face that seemed to be carved from granite, sharp green eyes filled with intelligence, firm lips, and large, strong hands, capable of inflicting both pain and pleasure. 

"Fainted?" Nicole repeated. She remembered hitting something hard...Kieran.

"Does it matter?" Eyon straightened his large body and walked over, stopping mere feet away from the bed, gazing down at her with his mesmerizing eyes and imposing presence. 

"To me it does, I can assure you," she said with an upward tilt of her chin. She may not have felt brave, but she could at least pretend that she did. Her fighter's instincts required nothing less of her. "Not that you care, animal."

Eyon ignored her last statement. "And why is that, sweeting? Are you going to stab me with a knife, or try to wound me with another plate you have secreted on your person?" He raised an enquiring eyebrow but the intensity never left his eyes.

Nicole shivered and fisted her trembling hands, ignoring his snide remark. She couldn't believe she could get so aroused from a mere look, without any touching. "Shouldn't it matter?" she questioned softly. She nervously waited for his reply. 

"No," he answered, shrugging one of his broad shoulders.

She knew he would say that. Arrogant bastard, she swore silently. Nicole slumped back on the bed and tried to get her thoughts in order. Why am I here? What to do? How do I get out of this place? This might resolve itself if I play along, they are crazy after all. 

Exasperated and somewhat annoyed, Nicole sighed and closed her eyes, her head throbbing. She slowly opened them and blinked in surprised when she was offered a glass of water and what looked like painkillers. She took them from Eyon, full of suspicion, with a hesitant thanks. 

Eyon drank in Nicole as she took the tablets. There was no doubt she was beautiful. Her short hair suited her small face, her eyes were large and dark, and her generous mouth, slightly parted as it was, seemed so soft and inviting. He could feel his gargoyle surfacing and willed it to stay calm. Both he and Kieran had taken turns watching her as she slept during the night. It was now morning and with it came the sound of the household servants stirring. 

Eyon closed his eyes to get his raging hormones under control. When he opened them, Nicole was staring at him, her eyes full of curiosity. "You are quite beautiful," he whispered as he took the empty glass and placed it back on the table.

"Whatever," Nicole muttered weakly.

Nicole leaned back against the soft bedding, feeling warm and tingly all over. She licked her lips. She could feel his eyes caressing her in an intimate way and her arms itched to pull him to her. She gasped in alarm as her arms involuntarily reached out towards him, and panicked, she pulled them back. Nicole watched, entranced, as Eyon advanced towards her, a determined look on his face. She both hated and wanted him, and she found it disturbing, to say the least.

Eyon watched her as she licked her lips and when she reached out for him, surprise and desire flooded his loin, causing his cock to twitch. He moved quickly, sitting on the bed and leaning forward, then cupping her face and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. He noted her rapid heartbeat, the pulse throbbing at her throat, as well as the mark left by Kieran after he had claimed her. Eyon smiled; soon his mark would also be on her soft flesh.

He held her chin with firm hands. "Do you have any idea what ye're doing to me?" he growled, smiling wider as he felt her body shiver. 

Eyon watched the warring emotions flit across her face as a battle raged within her. He had felt a fierce surge of joy when she reached for him, confirming what he had already knew, that she wanted him, but was confused by her feelings. He knew it would not be easy, but they were determined to have her. 

"Dinnae be afraid, I'll never hurt ye," he said softly, his Scottish brogue becoming thick due to his apparent lust. 

Nicole drew in a deep breath at his touch. She was on fire; her pulse fluttered as she watched him bend his head towards her, his warm breath burning her skin and making her core spasm involuntarily.

"I know ye want me." Eyon nibbled Nicole's ear as his upper body hovered over her.

She groaned softly in agreement as his lips trailed down her cheek and claimed her own. She moaned into his mouth as his arms tightened, holding her close. Nicole relaxed, pressing up against him, her fingers entwined in his hair, urging him on. He growled and she shuddered at the lustful sound.

Eyon was losing it. His mouth continued to ravish hers as impatient hands tore her bottoms off and rough fingers caressed her bare thigh before brushing against her feminine curls. Nicole cried out as his rough fingers invaded her moist pussy. Her breath came in mindless little puffs as he thrust in and out of her core with his strong calloused fingers. 

"More! Oh! God! Please," she begged.

Eyon released her lips, swollen from his kiss, and latched onto one of her erect nipples through the thin gown she wore, sucking hard and causing Nicole to call out his name.

"Yes, my sweetness, scream my name," he murmured against her breast. Eyon thrust harder as Nicole screamed and arched her hips off the bed.

"My Laird!" A soft knock and an anxious call caused him to pause.

His mouth hardened with disbelief and fury. He tried to ignore it, thinking that the interruption might just go away, but it continued. He cursed loudly when he felt Nicole stiffen.

"Alana, what is it?" he bit out, "I told you that under no circumstances was I to be disturbed!"

He heard her feet shuffling and she gave a delicate and nervous cough. "Begging your pardon, my Laird, but I thought..."

"What is it?" hissed Eyon, cutting her off.

He looked down at a flushed Nicole and held onto her as she tried to get up. "Stay," he commanded. Nicole gave him a hard look, which he ignored.

"It's Ulrich Marrow, my Laird, and he says it's most urgent."

"Ulrich," he repeated with a frown. What in god's name is the man up to now? Eyon thought as he listened to Alana retreat down the hallway. 

Earlier that morning, Ulrich had called, letting him know that he had in his possession a statue of a gargoyle in its stone state. Ulrich was aware that they collected statues of their clansmen in the hope of restoring them to their former glory.

Eyon had asked Kieran to go see the alleged statue, and if it was legitimate, as the man claimed, he was to acquire it, whatever the asking price. Kieran had been loath to go, partly because he despised the man, but mostly because he didn't want to leave Nicole's side. After much persuasion, he had unhappily conceded, cautioning Eyon not to scare Nicole, as if he were a monster. Well, some would agree that he was. He smiled at that thought.

Eyon snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at Nicole, who was frantically fighting to loosen herself from his hold. He frowned. "I have to go. But I will be back to finish this."

Nicole flinched. Blasted knave! If he believes for a second I will allow him to violate me like that again, he's damn crazy, she fumed inwardly. 

Nicole was seething with humiliation and rage. She pushed at him hard and sighed in relief when he let go of her. She sat up in the bed, pulling the bedding to her chin. "When can I leave this damn place?" she asked angrily, trying to salvage her wounded pride.

"Never!" Eyon growled. 

Nicole opened her mouth to protest.

Eyon shot her a chilling smile. "Nicole, if you try to leave I will place a guard at the door." 

She glared at him. "You wouldn't dare," she challenged.

"Wouldn't I?" Eyon rose, striding purposefully to the door. He opened it and bellowed for someone called Aodh, who appeared out of thin air.

"Yes, my liege," Aodh said quietly, "You called for me?" 

The man named Aodh acknowledged her with a slight nod and Nicole could only stare. Eyon then ordered the man to bring in the two wolfhounds.

Wolves? Nicole began to panic as the blood drained from her face. "Okay, okay, you win," she shouted.

Eyon slowly walked over to the bed. "It's not about winning, Nicole," he said patiently. Nicole snorted and turned away.

Eyon raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I will ask Moira to prepare you something to eat."

"I am not hungry," she stated, but the sudden rumbling of her stomach caused her to change her mind. 

Eyon departed shortly thereafter. Nicole observed that she was no longer in the room that she had originally woken up in. She got out of bed and took the time to survey the room more closely. It was large and had a feminine touch to it. The walls were painted in an odd shade of beige, almost gold, and it was quite pretty. The room was filled with antique furnishings. A large, oversized chaise lounge was at the foot of the bed and there was a built-in closet with mirrors. Several remotes had been thrown on an oval-shaped table, yet she saw no television. Nicole noticed a door marked 'leithreas' in a stylish script and knew that it was 'toilet' or 'ladies room,' written in Gaelic. She couldn't help but wonder if a girlfriend or maybe a wife was responsible for the well put-together collection of beautiful furniture and accessories. She glanced at the large bed and her heart hammered violently as her mind conjured up three naked bodies in a tangle of legs and arms...

"What the bloody hell is wrong with me?" she muttered before remembering the reason for being in her current predicament in the first place. Sighing, she walked over to the bathroom. 

Nicole had a wash, changing into clean bed clothing before getting back into bed, which had been made up with fresh bed linen. After she had made herself comfortable, she noticed that Eyon had returned. "Oh, you're back?" 

Eyon stifled an amused smile and placed a tray containing all her favorite foods on her lap. His eyes dropped to her lips, drawn there because she was worrying them with her teeth. He looked up and their eyes clashed.

"Thank you." Nicole blushed and looked away to avoid the intensity of his gaze.

"You are welcome, my sweets," he replied tenderly, with a smile that only confused Nicole's emotions even more.

She smiled back. The intensity of his gaze showed so much adoration and warmth that her breath caught in her throat and she fought the regain some composure. No man looked at a woman like that, unless he was in love with her or wanted something from her. Her smile slipped as she stared at him questioningly.

"It's okay, love," was all he said, "Eat your breakfast, lest it grow cold. You'll feel much better once you've eaten."

"Alright," she murmured, looking down. Nicole studied the food on the platter and smiled, surprised by the selection. The tray contained scrambled egg whites, homemade scones, a bowl filled with various fruits, and a bowl of oat porridge. 

Eyon watched Nicole with rapt attention as she ate her breakfast, and while there were times when he was tempted to suck a slice of fruit from her sweet mouth, he resisted the temptation. She was a brave lass, and despite the circumstances, she had proven that she had courage. But, unfortunately for her, neither he nor Kieran were going to let her go now that they were aware she was their mate. She would just have to learn to adjust. She was a part of them, and they would protect her with their lives.

His thoughts drifted back to the conversation he just had with Ulrich. The man had been in a state, relaying to Eyon how he had found his storage unit broken into and all his artifacts stolen, including the gargoyle statue. And when he had informed Kieran of this, Kieran had attempted to murder him, while accusing him of being a liar and a cheat. Eyon had smiled at that. Gargoyles were at their most dangerous when riled and Kieran was a product of his genetics. 

"Who do you think would steal from you, Ulrich?" Eyon had asked, with a hint of sarcasm.

The man then ranted at length about who it might have been, bemoaning the troubles caused by the loss of his relics, and passionately contending that it could lead to the failure of his business and his carefully planned objectives for his pack's future. Eyon had restlessly shifted his weight from one foot to the other during the conversation, desperately wanting to get back to his mate. Eyon cut him off mid-rant.

Eyon was in no mood for men like Ulrich, who had chosen to lead such a life because of their frenzied need for power. Ulrich was known to have made purchases from the criminal underworld without being detained, so far. At the same time, he presented himself to the outside world as a legitimate businessman, maintaining a cloud of secrecy over his illegal activities. But Eyon and Kieran were far advanced in their thinking and were not so easily fooled. They knew from information given to them from their sources that Ulrich was involved with the Somalian pirating, but they needed more proof to link him to this group. Aodh had been commissioned to find out what was going on.

After cutting the Wolf off, Eyon called Kieran. "The man is a fucking toad. I know he's up to something," Kieran had growled.

"I suspected as much," Eyon had stated quietly, his face expressionless. He'd known without being told that the Wolf was scheming.

Kieran gave an audible snort, but said nothing. It was true enough. After getting his anger under control, Kieran had diverted the conversation, asking how their mate was faring thus far.

"Still defiant as ever," Eyon had informed him. 

They both laughed for a moment before Kieran had replied, "I think we are going to have some fun taming this little she-devil, cousin."

"Aye, and I will take pleasure in keeping her occupied until you arrive." 

"Lucky devil. I am picking up some supplies and should be home shortly. Don't tire her out." Laughing, Kieran had disconnected the call.

Smiling slightly from the memory, Eyon eased from his thoughts. "Gods of Valhalla, what a beautiful sight," he whispered huskily. 

Nicole's breath caught at his words. Startled, she looked up to find him staring at her once again. It was disconcerting, almost as if he was reading her very soul and deciphering her thoughts. She slowly turned away as she drank her orange juice, her mind drifting. She hardly knew these men, yet she felt drawn to them. She needed to know what hold they had on her. She felt imprisoned, but not a prisoner.

"You have lovely lips." Eyon's voice came from over Nicole's shoulder, surprising her and making her choke on her juice. She sputtered and he patted her back in alarm, obviously concerned. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Sweetness?"

Eyon took the tray from her lap, placing it on the side table, and turned her back around to face him. He knew she didn't understand the feelings she had for them and didn't realize those feelings would increase tenfold when he claimed her. He began to murmur terms of endearment in Gaelic as he caressed her shoulders.




Gargouille Ch. 04



Nicole watched as his hands caressed her bare flesh, a smile curved his lips as he slowly cupped her breast. The thin straps of her sleepwear had all but fallen off her shoulders. She gasped and closed her eyes as he leaned forward and lowered his mouth, capturing a hard nipple, then sucking and biting it. Nicole wound her fingers in his dark hair, encouraging him. 

"Ah, you know you belong to us," he groaned confidently.

Nicole's eyes snapped opened in alarm. Bastard. She wondered what drug in her food was causing her to behave so wantonly. Seething, with equal parts humiliation and desire, she glared down at his head and sought to hide her true feelings. Nicole mustered up all her anger and self-disgust, and, instead of keeping her mouth shut like she no doubt should have, she blurted out, "Did you drug me in order to take advantage of me?" 

She felt him stiffen against her. Eyon moved back, his eyes widened in disbelief, before he hastily disguised his emotions. His face became unreadable.

"Why? Do you feel violated and drugged?" he asked, a cruel smile now in place.

Nicole watched as he slowly eased away from her body and strode over to the window, looking out at the falling snow. "What? Nothing to say, damsel-in-distress?" His tone was mocking as he turned and eyed her disdainfully.

"Well-I- I- haven't been treated unfavorably- no..." Nicole stuttered. She hadn't said she didn't feel drugged. Her desire for him wasn't due to any substances. She wanted to have sex with him, but she wasn't about to admit it.

"Don't lie to me, Nicole. I can read your thoughts, your face says it all," he hissed. The expression on his face was murderous, his black eyes narrowed at her.

Nicole watched as Eyon regarded her warily. She could feel the anger radiating off him and zinging through the room like an electrical current. Taking a deep breath, she met his hard stare with hooded eyes.

"Good day, madam," he growled as he turned on his heel and stalked out, leaving her staring stupidly at the closed door.

Nicole sighed and closed her eyes. What the hell was going on? What did he expect her to say? "What a predicament," she muttered gravely, slumping back onto the pillows. 

She had never felt so exhausted or more confused than she did at that moment, due to the two men and their strange household staff. She still remembered seeing Kieran's red eyes and she couldn't dismiss them as an illusion. She would just have to ask him and that was that. Nicole prayed for God to give her courage.

Eyon remained behind the closed door, soothing his anger. He heard Nicole's soft sigh and imagined the thoughts racing through her head. Drugs indeed. He had never forced or needed to drug a female in order to bed her, they were usually willing participants. He felt the warm glow of both admiration and irritation.

Nicole wanted him, he knew that, but she still hung onto her pride. Sooner, rather than later, he would have her writhing either under or atop him. He would give her some time to adjust. I want her to be alone and without distractions, so she can reflect on her new situation. She belongs to us now, our mate. Nicole will simply have to get used to it. He smiled and walked off towards the study.

Minutes later, Nicole's troubled thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. She smiled as Alana came into the room to pick up the tray. Alana returned the smile. 

At least I have a friend. Maybe I can try again to persuade her to help me, Nicole thought. 

But Nicole would find out that loyalty was earned and, despite Nicole's anger, Alana had undisguised admiration for Nicole's zeal.

After her last encounter with Eyon, it had been a week since Nicole had seen either of them. She didn't feel like she owed them an apology, but for some reason, she felt guilty for accusing Eyon of drugging her. So, over the next few days, she made some quiet inquiries around the household, mostly about the two men. 

"A better Laird you'll never find," was the general opinion of Moira and her husband, Fergus.

Nicole also spoke to Aodh, their steward, who wasn't very forthcoming with his opinion of the men. "Ye should be discussing this with the Lairds, my lady," he had said, much to her chagrin. 

At night, Nicole would often fall asleep to dreams that were filled with images of two creatures that would chase and ravish her willing body. Nicole was shocked to realize that she actually enjoyed the chase and later being taken roughly by the creatures. They would both thrust into her feverish body until she cried out her release. Nicole would wake up with her body throbbing and her breathing irregular. 

As the days passed, she spent more and more time with the household staff or in the library. The library was a welcome surprise. It had volumes of poetry, accounts of sea voyages and fantastic adventures, as well as works of philosophy, many of them in Gaelic. Among the manuscripts, she came across documents describing the history and culture of gargoyles and other mythical creatures. The manuscripts were illustrated with diagrams and drawings of various other creatures, which were supposed to prove the points put forward in the text. Fascinated, Nicole decided to start reading about these Gaelic monsters, though she had not been interested in such matters before.

There was one book in particular that caught her attention. The men must have read the whole treatise carefully, and all the way through, judging by the extensive notes someone had made in the margins. The book was old, but well preserved. Nicole noted it was originally published in Latin in 1429 and was referred to by Latin scholars of artifacts as 'Gurgulio'. The text was later translated into French a year later and called 'Gargouille,' a reference to the Medieval Gothic water spout creatures normally seen on French Cathedrals.

A quick search on the internet didn't reveal much. She found out that the author, some German guy who vanished off the earth some four hundred years ago, had believed gargoyles existed and had devoted his life to searching for proof. 

The pages of the book described a version of gargoyle history segmented into fifteen chapters or 'ages,' beginning with their origin and ending at the Last Judgment...but the pages ended right before the Last Judgment. It seemed like someone had torn that section out. Strange. 

Nicole lost her patience after a few days had passed. She could not understand the men's interest in all this....this nonsense. The only fantasy one heard about these days generally related to the fictional stories Hollywood came up with, like Narnia...Still, the extensively researched manuscripts almost seemed real. She wondered how the men came to have these collections in their possession. Why they had them was another matter. Spending money on ridiculous research and books, what about world hunger? She chalked it up as one more reason to dislike the men. 

Nicole had been in the library yesterday, searching for a dictionary, preferably one in English. She picked up a large book off the shelf and found it was much heavier than she had anticipated. As she balanced it on her hip and attempted to walk towards a chair, she stumbled. To stop her fall, she dropped the book and grabbed the shelf, gasping in surprise as the entire bookshelf swung open, slowly and silently. A gust of frigid wind blew out of the room as she peered into the darkness inside. 

"Could this be a way out?" she had wondered aloud. 

Since she had stumbled upon the secret entrance, her mind had been plagued with the possibility of it being a path to freedom. After scarfing down her breakfast, Nicole quickly entered the library and began searching for a flashlight, praising the Lord when she found one. Holding the flashlight in front of her, she slowly made her way through the dark passage. It wasn't long before Nicole came upon a large oak door. She pushed on it and smiled when it opened inward, silently. 

Nicole walked into a square room, about the size of the bedroom she currently occupied. It was beautifully furnished, including an ornately decorated king size bed. She walked over to the large French window and gasped at the stunning view across the hills and the surrounding countryside. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a large painting and walked over to it. 

"That was my mother," a voice spoke, deep and strong.

Nicole stiffened and spun in the direction from whence the sound seemed to originate. She gasped; the sight that greeted her eyes stole her breath. He was naked. His obvious erection stood stiff, hard and proud, and his powerful body was damp, like he just had a swim. Nicole stared at his manhood, feeling both fear and awe.

"Excuse me! I-I- Sorry she...is..." she stuttered.

Eyon cut her off. "Dinnae be, I am not." 

His breathing was harsh and uneven as he squeezed his hot, thick shaft. Eyon's sharp eyes drank in Nicole's flushed, sinfully sexy body. He was going to fuck her, he was sure of that. His body tightened at the thought. Smart lass, she found the secret passage way. Such a clever girl, he thought, eyeing her salaciously. 

Both he and Kieran had intentionally given her some space. They knew she had many questions for them, but all in due time. There was no way for her to escape, unless she could fly, of course. 

Eyon's eyes roved over her. He observed her quivering lips, her heaving bosom, and he could smell the scent of her sweet pussy. He had smelled and tasted her scent on his fingers that day in her room. God! He was in such a state after that and had spent many nights in the brook, trying to combat the need he had to go to her room and fuck her senseless. He took comfort in the fact that Kieran was just as affected.

Nicole fit into the household remarkably well, even though it could not have been easy for her, after the way she'd been brought there. Alana reported to them that Nicole had one or two misunderstandings with the other household staff for not giving her answers to what she asked, but was never bothered after that. Alana had added somewhat reflectively, "My lady is really lovely, my Laird, she even asked to help in the kitchen. She's not spoiled and willful like some ladies," and with a shy smile, she added, "I know she'll make a wonderful mother."

Nicole was very important to them and would be mother of their children. She knew not what they were, or their ways, nor was she a shifter, but she had managed to hold her own reasonably well. They realized that they would need to be more patient than they had been so far, if she was to be able to trust them and remain their mate.

For the past week, both he and Kieran had been meeting with the Council and other chieftains, as usual, but Eyon hadn't been in a very good mood. And it did not improve matters when two more of their brethren had succumbed to the dark side, due to lack of a mate. Despite that, Eyon and Kieran had continued to reassure the others they too would find a mate, all the while, their minds were elsewhere, thinking of Nicole. Somehow, the Elders knew and decided to cut the meetings short so they could be with their mate. 

Hurriedly, they prepared to return home, only pausing when Elder Donegal asked "Is yer mate aware what ye both are?" 

Eyon had looked thoughtfully at the aging gargoyle. "We have been too busy with Council business to actually discuss that with her. So, we have not told her yet and I don't quite know how we are going to tell her," he responded. 

Eyon looked over at a pensive Kieran, they both knew that they were going to have to go very slow. Nicole knew nothing about what they were and what her role would be as their mate. 

"I am sure ye'll find a way, ye're both convincing men." Elder Donegal smiled with a knowing expression.

Eyon had grinned, wondering what the little minx would say to that. Fortunately, there were ways to find out. Back in the present, Eyon smiled seductively. "I can smell yer pussy," he whispered. 

Nicole's eyes widened. She swallowed hard and dragged her eyes back to his face. "I have to go," she croaked as she turned to run. 

"Do ye now?" 

Large arms caught her firmly around the waist. Nicole started twisting wildly, fighting like a caged animal, so Eyon slapped her bottom. She shrieked, but stopped squirming thereafter. Eyon chuckled. He'd just found a rather simple and pleasurable way to placate her.

Bloody bastard! Nicole screamed inwardly, stiffening in anger.

"Relax, sweetness," he whispered huskily, "Dinnae think I am letting ye get away this time."

Nicole was deposited on the large bed in the room. She looked up to see Eyon staring at her with a fierce hunger. She stared back, feeling frightened. Their eyes locked she could not look away. Her breath quickened as his large body slowly covered her smaller one. Nicole felt his heavy throbbing shaft pressing against her stomach and whimpered, intimidated by its massive size. She resumed struggling as he pushed her skirts up and thrust a knee between her thighs.

Nicole fought harder as the reality of the situation set in, but her arms were pinned by his larger ones. She tried to keep her legs together, but Eyon just growled and spread her legs wider.

Lust, combined with the need to possess and tame her, had his cock filled with blood, ready to burst. Eyon hauled her up against him, grabbing her dress and tearing it from her body in one go. His large hand cupped her breast, his fingers gently stroking the sides. Nicole gasped and Eyon hungrily claimed her lips as he began to knead and pinch her heavy breasts, sending what felt like electrical shocks straight to her core. 

Eyon lifted his head. As Nicole's sexual scent filled his nostrils, he emitted a guttural growl, bending his head and capturing a nipple. 

"Ohhhh," Nicole whimpered as Eyon began sucking and biting the stiff pebble. She trembled with pleasure and held his head to keep him firmly on her breast. 

After paying the other nipple equal attention, Eyon reluctantly left Nicole's succulent breasts, but not before giving both nipples another gentle bite. He then flipped her over onto her belly. Eyon slipped a hand around and raised her bottom up towards his waiting erection. "Ye'll love it like this," he said, biting her neck lightly, "and I can go much deeper." 

Nicole sighed in disappointment when Eyon stopped sucking her nipples. She was surprised when he flipped her over, but smiled as his hot mouth touched the back of her neck, nibbling gently while large hands continued to caress her breasts. Nicole's pleasure intensified and she writhed against him without inhibition as his fingers descended and began to stroke her clit.

"Oh God... Oh dear Jesus," she panted, gripping the hand betwixt her thighs, urging him on. 

Sensing her impeding orgasm was at hand, Eyon bit down on her neck, breaking the skin near the spot where Kieran had bitten her previously, releasing his hormones into her blood stream. 

Nicole's orgasm took her by surprise. She had felt the build-up, but didn't expect it to be so powerful. It was a deliciously intense pressure, her pussy pulsating as she felt teeth and tongue biting and sucking her neck.

Nicole moaned loudly and let the feelings consume her, her legs quivering. It was unbelievable. It was so freaking good. After her powerful orgasm, she lay limp in Eyon's arms, stunned. After a moment's rest, she attempted to rise.

"No, my fiery beauty, I am not through with ye yet," he growled huskily with unspent passion.

Eyon probed her entrance with his turgid length. Nicole stiffened when she felt the tip at her opening. 

"Relax, my love, I'll never hurt ye," Eyon reassured her. Kissing her neck, he slowly started to enter her pussy. He could feel her pussy contracting around his member and wanted to plunge deep. "Give me yer tongue," he growled.

She turned her head and he kissed her. Eyon sucked her tongue gently as she returned his kiss. When she pressed back against him, he thrust deeper, keeping his arms wrapped around her middle and pulling her back onto his length. She melted against him in complete surrender as he finally bottomed out inside her warm pussy.

Nicole gasped. He was huge and, for a moment, she thought he would split her apart, but her body stretched to accommodate his girth.

Eyon was in Valhalla. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow and dripped on her. "Hold on, my love," he whispered, biting her ear lightly while she shivered and moaned lustily. Once again, a hand slid down her belly and stroked her clit. 

"Such tightness and all ours," Eyon murmured. He began rubbing and pinching the stiff little nubbin as he thrust faster and harder, his gargoyle unleashed. He took and she gave. 

The mindless pleasure had Nicole momentarily stunned. Caught up in the sensations she was experiencing, she voiced her thoughts, "God, I wish Kieran was here too." She stiffened in dismay at her declaration, feeling embarrassed.

"Dinnae feel ashamed, my sweets. We both want ye. Badly. Soon, my lovely, we'll both take ye and ye'll love it, Kieran in yer ass and me in yer pussy. Such pleasure we'll give ye," he assured her with a pleased smile on his face.

His erotic talk conjured images in her mind. She relaxed and decided not to fight her intense feelings, and she couldn't even if she tried. It was too overwhelming. Nicole heard herself moaning and begging Eyon to take her harder, and that he did.

Nicole was on fire. She pulled her thighs further apart to allow him to go even deeper. Her moans encouraged him. Eyon continued to stroke his rigid length in and out of her and Nicole wept with pleasure when her release came. Consumed with maddening lust, Eyon growled loudly in completion and emptied this sack into her tight, suctioning core. He gently nipped her damp shoulders. 

"I require more. Ye're just too sweet," he said, more to himself than Nicole.

At his words, she nodded and arched her back. Eyon chuckled, easing his shaft from her body and flipping her over. He stared into her dazed eyes before capturing her lips and pressing inside her again.

Nicole hadn't known such heights of pleasure were to be had. Each time Eyon took her, it felt different, more intense and mind blowing. Finally, letting her rest after an hour or so, Eyon gathered her well-sated body into his embrace and kissed her swollen lips. 

Still dazed from their intense lovemaking, but not one to concede defeat, Nicole resorted to her true nature, pride and stubbornness. "This will not happen again," she murmured, stifling a yawn.

A soft, but firm voice replied, "You cannot defeat us, Nicole. Now go to sleep." 

Sleep claimed her shortly after.



Gargouille Ch. 05



Hiya lovely readers, I am ever so sorry for the delay with chapter 5, but sometimes life gets in the way. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. A warm appreciation to my editor Angelicsounds for editing this story, you're a star sweetie.

Chapter 5

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Nicole awoke to the feeling of lightly feathered kisses on her shoulders. She held her breath as the lips drifted up the column of her neck, tracing its path with a hot tongue. The feeling was more than she could bear; the tongue had her entire body on fire.

She heard a soft shuffling noise before a pair of muscular arms encircled her. The hands attached to those arms began to caress her firm stomach, only to suddenly capture both her breasts, which fit perfectly in their palms. Then she was pressed against a warm chest.

Nicole stifled a moan as her pulse quickened and her heart raced at an alarming speed. She was completely taken back by her harlot behavior; she was not in the habit of sleeping with strange men, but she couldn't lie to herself about enjoying their attention.

Truthfully, she was relishing it. Nicole couldn't stop herself from admiring the men. She had always enjoyed looking at well-toned men. And these two Scottish devils were well-oiled machines, toned and full of sexual stamina, the kind of stamina that left a woman's muscles sore in all the right places. The men were indeed dangerous, in more ways than she'd imagined. She had never felt such an overwhelming urge to surrender to someone, and two men at that, but it was an urge she dared not give in to.

"Let me feel our pussy. I have thought of nothing else." The voice was low and husky. She felt a gentle bite on the lobe of her ear.

A thrill ran through her body as her pulse went into instant overdrive. Kieran. The last time she had seen Kieran was when she had attempted to wound him with a dinner plate, and yet, Nicole could feel his presence almost constantly. She was beginning to wonder whether she was going crazy. And wondering why this man haunted her thoughts day and night, like they were actually sharing one soul. It was unnerving to say the least.

Nicole could feel the stiff outline of Kieran's cock nestled between the softness of her naked ass cheeks. Nicole remained still. He didn't move either and she wondered, as time stretched, if he had fallen asleep. He moved at last and next thing she knew, she was being lifted off the bed by those large warm arms.

"How dare you! Put me down this instant," she hissed, trying to pry his hands off her breasts. She tried to sound annoyed, but her voice was too husky, even to her own ears.

Kieran chuckled knowingly, slowly relaxing his hold and sliding one hand down to cup Nicole's bare mound. "Warm and wet. I think a cock is in order, don't ye?"

Nicole drew in a sharp breath as she wriggled and squirmed to break free of his tight grip. "Stop that!" she protested, feeling like a hypocrite.

"Stop the bloody fighting woman! It willna do ye any good." Kieran was holding her tightly as she continued to struggle against him. Squeezing a nipple, he smiled smugly at her moan.

Nicole's senses were on overload already and they hadn't done anything. Lord! These men are going to be the death of me, she moaned inwardly, cursing her treacherous body.

"I am not going to stop until you release me."

"Don't ye sense the heat between us, Nicole? Don't ye want to finish what we started?" he whispered before leaning in and gently biting her neck.

"I'd rather die first," she growled, though she was acutely aware of the masculine chest pressed against her back.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I dinna partake in necrophilia." He laughed then. It unnerved her and Nicole gritted her teeth in anger.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded as he walked towards a door and kicked it open. It was the bathroom. It was large, with white marble tile.

"You may go now. I can manage on my own," she said in a shaky whisper as he placed her feet on the surprisingly warm tile.

"No."

Nicole gasped a little, like she'd never heard the word. For several moments, she stood staring at him; the expression in his eyes confused her. They were surprisingly gentle, with no evidence of anger. His blue eyes held her brown ones, studying her silent scrutiny.

"Do ye need assistance with yer bath?"

'Didn't I already say no?' she fumed inwardly, as she took a step backward.

Sighing loudly, Nicole dragged her eyes from Kieran's in an attempt to gain control over her tattered emotions. She had never been so confused in her life. Squaring her shoulders, Nicole walked over, opened the shower door and without so much of a backwards glance to see if he had followed, she stepped in and closed the door behind her.

Feeling somewhat safer, she heaved a deep sigh of relief then turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to a pleasing level of warmth. She sucked in a sharp breath as jets of warm water cascaded down her body, lulling her into a more relaxed mood.

Nicole closed her eyes and sighed in contentment, the water felt so wonderful. As her body descended into utter calmness, she couldn't resist the sexual feelings that suddenly rushed through her or the pleasurable sigh that erupted from her lips. Image of bodies entwined in various sexual acts clouded her mind. She became embroiled in the dance of debauchery, lathering her body, running her hands all over, her face, shoulders, breasts, arms, and between her thighs.

She as never felt for free before, as sexual. It was amazing. It was as if she were possessed.

Kieran watched Nicole, motionless, as she showered her smooth, firm body. He found himself staring at the way she lathered her hairless mound, unknowingly, or perhaps knowingly, tantalizing him. He closed his eyes and groaned; thinking about either sucking on or pushing into her sweet, wet, tight pussy was driving him mad.

Suddenly, Nicole felt the water shut off and she shivered, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the cold. She turned and their eyes met, blue devoured brown, his were dark with desire and hers burned bright with uncertainty and confusion.

"Tell me something, my sweets." The sound of his voice, deep and sensual, rattled her senses and caused juices to flow from her throbbing core. "Do ye torment me on purpose or do ye want to be fucked?"

Her face warmed with embarrassment and she sucked in a deep breath. Of course I do, she moaned inwardly, yet pretended otherwise by sucking her teeth.

"I'm going to kiss ye."

Her hands came up to press against his naked chest. She gasped as she became instantly aware of his nudity.

"Why?" she asked foolishly, staring down at his erection jutting from its junction.

Kieran didn't acknowledge her hands or the question, just stared down at her, his lips curled in a lazy smile. He reached for her and lifted her out of the shower. She said nothing as he dried her and then took her arm, leading her back into the bedroom.

There, he held her up with one arm around her middle as he lowered his head. Her legs trembled but she stood with his help. He grinned at her and his pretty blue irises sparkled merrily.

"So fucking sweet," he whispered and then gently touched his lips to hers.

Nicole had never felt so satisfied in her entire life, with just a mere kiss. But once the afterglow had settled, she swallowed hard before asking the questions that had been on her mind ever since she woke up a week ago in some stranger's house. "Where am I, really? And why did you bring me here?"

As if she were answering her own questions, her breathing became labored as the memories of what led her to be there flashed through her mind. Nicole lowered her lashes to regain some composure. She was usually good at problem solving, it was part of her job, but this was a challenging problem indeed and one she needed time to sort. She would just have to find a way.

"Do ye think us selfish, Nicole? That we only want ye for our pleasures? Only for a quick fuck?" Kieran's booming voice jolted her from her thoughts. "Do ye, Nicole?"

When she didn't respond, a low, irritated growl rumbled through his chest. Nicole's head snapped up, her eyes widening in alarm.

"Uh, I really don't know...I--I don't know," she answered honestly, but she really wished she could just throw caution to the wind and take what they were offering. But you don't know them, an inner voice reminded her.

"Well, ye'd be wrong if ye did." Kieran leaned forward and lightly bit her exposed shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. He raised his head and his gaze roamed over her face slowly before he lifted her chin with one finger.

"Do ye have any idea how much we both want ye, our light? How we fantasize about just looking at ye spread out on our bed, naked, waiting for us to both fuck ye? Taking ye in ways ye have never imagined possible?"

He watched her squirm under his unwavering gaze. As her breathing became shallow, he could feel his heart begin to speed up in anticipation, lust and desire surging through his blood. He groaned and ground his hips against her, pressing his thick shaft into her belly.

"I -- No," she whispered nervously. Her body was suddenly tense as his sex organ brushed against her stomach, hot and alive, and a frisson of fear and desire curled through her belly.

"Well let me show ye," he replied as he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

"Kieran, we shouldn't," she protested.

But before she could object further, Kieran laid her none too gently on the bed. Nicole barely had time to catch her breath. The only thing she could focus on were his eyes, they were dark, almost black, and so intense. He stared at her with an arrogant smile. Kneeling down on the bed, Kieran began caressing her stomach with both hands and then his hands drifted down and found her clit.

"Ohhhh," she whimpered.

Feeling the engorged nub, Kieran swiped his thumb across it. At her shiver, he lowered his head and started sniffing; she smelled sweet and intoxicating.

"Kieran, what are you doing?" she croaked, her voice shaking. Was she frightened? She may have presented as afraid, but deep down, there was a part of her that was excited as well.

"Giving ye what ye need," he said as he began to suckle her clit in earnest.

In spite of herself, Nicole reached down and gripped his head tightly in her hands. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt and the more he sucked the wetter she became.

Nicole threw her head back on the bed when he slid one hand up between her legs and found her breast, twisting and pinching the nipple lightly.

"Ohhhh, Kieran!" she moaned and came with almost reckless abandon as he continued to pleasure her.

Kieran growled pleasurably as he lapped up Nicole's juices. He had dreamt of this many nights. He had longed to taste her, to hear her scream his name as he took her. He knew Eyon must have worn her out, but he wanted her so badly. For now, she would just have to endure.

Lifting his head from between her thighs, he slowly traced a finger around the entrance to her pink opening, teasing it lightly before he stood up. His cock stood out stiff and proud in front of him.

"Do ye want it, Nicole?" he asked, stroking his rampant erection.

Nodding, Nicole immediately sat up. Feeling wanton and bold, she reached out and grabbed it, guiding him to the entrance of her sex. Slowly, while his eyes locked with hers, his pleasure at her actions evident in their depths, he began to push into her.

When Kieran had completely engulfed himself in Nicole's tight heat, he began to fuck her gently and slowly, dragging out the sweet feeling, but her moans and active participation drove him to madness. Lifting her hips off the bed, he drove into her and almost immediately, her entire body began to buck and shake.

The moment Kieran felt her contract upon him, their eyes locked again and never strayed, as he claimed her.

"Ours," he grunted possessively, "all ours." He thrust deep, again and again. As his orgasm shot through him, he could feel his fluid rushing into Nicole, filling her with his warm semen. And for a moment, he felt lifeless as her muscles continued to milk him.

They stayed entwined for several minutes, as the feel of their orgasms faded. Nicole tried to pull away, but Kieran held her tightly, kissing her face and neck lightly as he eased out of her body. He could feel her pussy twitching with little spasms of pleasure. Nicole moaned as her pussy contracted involuntarily.

He grinned knowingly at her, feeling triumphant once again about her sexual desires for them.

"See, my sweets, ye belong to us. We aren't letting ye go," he stated with an arrogant confidence that irritated her nerves.

A soft sound escaped her throat as she braced herself on her elbows, directing her attention to him, her eyes blazing. "I do not!" she snapped.

Lifting a brow, he chuckled. "Little liar," he accused, "Even now..."

Kieran didn't finish his sentence before he felt a hard slap against his cheek. He pulled back, completely shocked. The silence that followed was deafening. Kieran stared at Nicole as if she were insane, before hastily disguising his disbelief.

Breathing heavily, the sting of the slap taking effect on her palm, Nicole blinked as tears welled behind her lids. Somehow, she managed to hold them in check. "I ..." she stuttered.

Before she could start her sentence, she found herself pinned against the bed. Nicole shrieked in fright as Kieran's strength left her unable to free herself from his grip, she felt like she was being held down by a boulder.

Kieran swore. He was angry, but he wasn't about to hurt her. He pulled her face towards his and a pair of hard blue eyes studied fearful brown ones. The look in his eyes told her he was far from pleased. Nicole watched with wide eyes as his hand cupped her face. Surprisingly, he was gentle.

"Nicole," he said in a firm tone, "dinna ever raise yer hands to me again. Do ye understand?" Kieran unclenched his jaw, as his anger slowly subsided.

"Yes," she croaked. She gazed at his strong jaw; she wanted to touch it. Her hand twitched and when he saw it, his eyes lit up for a second.

* * * *

Behind them, the door opened and closed.

"Lovers' quarrel?" Eyon asked, as he walked over towards them.

Kieran loosened his hold on Nicole and looked over his shoulder at Eyon. "We had a misunderstanding. It won't happen again." Cool, unreadable blue eyes looked back down at her. "Isn't that so, sweets?"

She nodded, unable to speak.

Pushing his cloak off his shoulder, Eyon dropped it onto a chair near the side of the bed. It spread out like a black wing across the back of the chair. His thick black hair fell over his forehead, giving him a boyish look. ''Hello, my sweets,'' he said, his intense green eyes looking down at her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Eyon grinned. "Ye didn't expect me to miss this now, did ye?"

"Miss what?" she questioned, even though she had an idea of what he meant.

His grin widened. "Ye're an intelligent woman, Nicole. What do ye think?"

Nicole's face heated and her skin tingled with excitement as she breathed in his masculine, earthy scent. She pictured both men rubbing their strong firm hands over her body. Over her breasts and hips, their fingers traveling down towards her heated flesh, stroking her as she...

"Penny for yer thoughts." A husky voice interrupted her wicked thoughts. Eyon was sitting at her side, giving her a look that she knew so well. Nicole was suddenly shy and the way both men were currently looking at her didn't help any. She felt trapped, so she quickly sat up and pulled the bedding up to her neck.

Eyon smiled at Nicole. She was still being modest, even after what they had shared. He was intrigued. He reached over and pulled her nearer to him, leaning into her to whisper in her ear, "Miss me?"

His mouth was close to her neck and when he lifted his head and looked at her, Nicole turned her face away and blurted out, "I need to use the bathroom."

Eyon chuckled softly. "Tell me, sweets, what are ye going to do?"

Nicole was happy he could not see her eyes, as they mirrored her emotions. "Uhhh... The stuff one does in a bathroom," she replied with a hint of embarrassment.

Eyon laughed again, it sounded deep and guttural. He could smell Nicole's alluring scent. It perfumed the air, making his gargoyle restless with want. After a moment's hesitation, he let her go.

"Dinna be too long, Nicole, or we'll come get ye."

Nicole was too stunned to reply. She quickly slid off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, securing the latch on the door. Feeling somewhat safer, she relaxed and quickly relieved her bladder.

Nicole took a deep breath as her thoughts naturally turned to the men. If only she was able to resist them. Why do they make me feel so weak? Feeling a slight headache building, she took two painkillers that she found in the bathroom's medicine cabinet and then had a quick wash.

When Nicole finally emerged from the bathroom, she could feel their eyes on her, just as acutely as she could feel her fluttering heart. She kept her eyes averted and wrapped the belt of the thick robe she had found in the bathroom more tightly around her waist. Nicole had seen men lusting over her before and even had a few fighting over her. Hell, even that stupid cow Devon had his friends watching her to see if she was cheating on him, though it turned out he was the one cheating, the ass wipe! But none of those men could hold a candle to the way these two men made her feel with the intensity of their gazes.

"Remove the robe, Nicole," ordered Kieran.

"I will not," she snapped.

"Why do ye still feel the need to be clothed?" Kieran continued, his voice demanding.

She was briefly stunned. "I do not feel that I need to explain this to you. Anyway, I see no reason for me to be walking around unclothed. It's not practical."

Kieran seemed to consider her reasoning. "If the situation were different, that would be true. But ye dinna really have a choice in this matter."

Nicole remained just as she was and stated defiantly, "You both may chose to ignore this, but I am an adult and will do as I please. I do not need permission."

She saw him almost smile. "Ye refuse to obey then?"

"I refuse to be bullied into undressing, based on your controlling caveman behavior."  Eyon's lips tightened as he interjected, "Then perhaps ye'd like us to do it for ye. If ye like it rough, we can oblige. Yer choice."

That brought Nicole up short. "I don't know what you're insinuating," she swiveled on her feet to head back to the confines of the bathroom.

But the men were expecting such a reaction, they knew Nicole would rather run away than admit her true feelings. Eyon moved so fast Nicole didn't even see him coming. Before she could cry out, she felt her body being twirled around as he wrapped a corded arm around her small waist and hauled her body to his. His masculine, earthy scent filled her senses as she tried to pull away from him, but she wasn't strong enough to break his hold. She attempted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his hand and held it tightly.

"Quit struggling. If ye dinna remain still, I'll spank yer bottom!" he vowed, his hand hitting its mark. The robe did little to protect her from the sting.  "Pig!" she hissed.

"I dinna want to fight with ye, Nicole," Eyon growled in her ear. "If we had wanted to hurt ye, we would have done so by now." He leaned closer to her, his breath brushing against her cheek has he spoke low. "Are ye hungry?"

Her eyes narrowed at his question. "Why?"

He took his time answering. "More mid-morning delight," he finally whispered before capturing her lips with his.




Gargouille Ch. 05



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Nicole's hands pushed against Eyon's chest as she fought to get free. Bastard, she fumed.

She didn't want to feel his warm lips on hers. So kept her lips sealed. But he had other ideas. His fingers moved, slowly caressing the side of her breast in a way that sent a jolt of awareness through her body. At her gasp, he slid his tongue inside of her mouth and she opened liked a petal.

Although Nicole's body screamed at her to surrender, she stood quite still during Eyon's ravishment of her mouth. She wouldn't let them dictate to her what they thought was best. She wouldn't let them do this to her, this was not the Victorian era. Breaking the kiss, and what a kiss it was, Nicole took a deep breath before saying, "I don't know what planet you guys are from, but this is Earth. We have laws against forcing people."

Green eyes widened, perplexed. Good, she thought, it's about time.

"Do ye really think we care? Ye can continue fighting; it matters not," Eyon declared.

"Animals," she spat. Nicole wasn't prone to fits, but these men and the whole situation had utterly shoved her over the edge.

His hold tightened and Nicole resisted a wince, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "Tread very carefully, Nicole." His green eyes sparkled dangerously.

"Whatever," she replied coolly and with a hard shove at his chest, she made enough space between them to move away from him.

As Eyon abruptly released her, she took a step back and fought hard not to grin at gaining one over on him. Despite her words, Nicole shuddered at the fury evident on Eyon's features, dark and foreboding.

"It would seem like our mate is adept at being untruthful," Kieran said sardonically.

Nicole swung her gaze away from Eyon to him. He was lying casually on the bed, now wearing black track bottoms, his long, lean legs stretched out.

Christ, it should be a sin to look so hot. Blonde locks fell askew in disarray, yet the man managed to look like he'd just stepped out of a magazine.

Nicole bristled at his mocking smile. Seething with anger and humiliation, she squared her shoulders and mustered up as much courage as she could.

"Who are you to call me a liar? You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you in the ass," she spat out, her voice dripping with venom.

So what if they sensed her need for them, didn't the word 'no' mean anything? She guessed not. She decided to continue to resist. They hadn't even considered how they had disrupted her life, the selfish bastards.

A tense silence ensued. Kieran chuckled, but it lacked humor. Their mate was, after all, a human. They knew human women lacked discipline. Nicole seemed to believe that using her acid tongue would deter them, but her resistance had only fueled their desire for her. They had started wondering what fully possessing her would be like. It was a welcoming thought, so they continued the verbal sparing.

"Since ye are obviously new to all this, Eyon and I are inclined to be lenient. Nevertheless, my sweets, this is the last time ye'll defy us on this matter," Kieran spoke coolly, the laughter gone.

Nicole snorted. Who the hell do they think they are?

She didn't hear him, hadn't even sensed his movement, but suddenly Eyon's fingers closed around her wrist as Kieran got up off the bed. Nicole stiffened and glared at Kieran as he walked casually over to them.

"Stay away from me!"

She felt Eyon's hold loosen on her arm and finally he stood back. Nicole yanked her wrist free only for Kieran to take a more forceful grip on her hand. The mocking smile was back on his lips. "Today, Nicole, ye'll be fully taken as ours."

Nicole felt the jolt in her pussy. This was unreal, how could she still feel so sexually aroused? Why did her body long for this, for these men to possess her? Something was wrong, it wasn't natural. It was as if she wanted completion, a complete domination of her body and soul.

There was just one thing. She was afraid.

Kieran looked down at the offending garment Nicole wore. His fingers itched to tear it off. Dinna worry, sweets. I'm going to fix that very soon.

Nicole ground her teeth together to fight off the anger and sexual desire that were boiling in her blood, as she struggled against his hold.

"I think we have delayed this long enough," Eyon interrupted impatiently. He leaned toward her and spoke softly into her ear. "Let me explain it to ye, Nicole. Ye belong to us. We dinna want to fight with ye, but if ye continue to defy us, ye'll regret it."

Again, Nicole felt shivers of alarm at his words. What could be worse than what she was enduring?

He spoke to Kieran in rapid Gaelic and Nicole watched in stunned disbelief as the robe was ripped off her body like it was made of flimsy material, exposing her to two gleaming pairs of eyes. It left her stark naked and the men seemingly transfixed, as if they were seeing her naked for the first time, staring at her body in awe.

"We can't," she moaned, looking down at her feet, embarrassed, "Not again."

"That's where ye are wrong, my sweets. Yer body will always want us," Kieran groaned huskily as he reached down and cupped a breast.

She moaned and closed her eyes as he began kneading the firm flesh and Eyon, not to be denied, start to paint a trail along her collarbone with his tongue.

Nicole opened her eyes to watch as Kieran's lips descended to her other exposed breast, and moaned aloud when they clamped over her aching nipple. She stiffened as their hands began to explore her body.

"I know ye're aching for us, Nicole. Stop fighting it," Eyon stated in a deep, erotic whisper.

She was deposited unceremoniously on to the centre of the bed. Nicole didn't even remember when they had started moving, let alone how they had reached the bed. She blinked in confusion at Kieran and then at Eyon. They both stood like statues on either side of her, eyeing her speculatively. She heard Eyon saying something to Kieran in their native tongue.

Eyon looked at Nicole's naked body in both awe and delight. "She is such a little wildcat in bed and has so much passion behind that cool facade and flippant tongue. She is going to be such a pleasure to tame." He smiled anticipating the moments to come.

"Aye, even though she sought to fight us every step of the way, I know she wants us. I, too, can't wait for her taming to fully begin. God's teeth...the woman drives me to pure madness. With a delectable little puss like that, I am not surprised," Kieran said, as he remembered Nicole's taste.

Nicole watched with wide eyes as the two men slowly undressed while staring at her. She swallowed a lump of fear at the hungry looks in their eyes; it was as if they wanted to devour her. Her attention went to the lower part of their bodies. How the hell would she accommodate two? She could just barely manage one. Nicole looked from Eyon to Kieran and back again. She bit her plump lower lip with indecision.

"Nicole, we will never hurt ye. And we'll fit. Ye won't regret it, sweets," Kieran promised as he came closer, recognizing the fear on her face.

Eyon remained silent; he was too aroused to say anything. He edged closer to Nicole. Then their hands fell on her body, rubbing her shoulders and squeezing her breasts, rolling and teasing her chocolate nipples until they grew rock-hard. Nicole found herself quivering and throbbing, their every touch sending unbearable jolts of arousal through her weakening body.

Nicole wanted so much to resist, but it was becoming harder and harder. Hands were everywhere; no part of her body was left untouched. Kieran slid a large hand up her thigh and strong, calloused fingers found her wet, swollen flesh. He used his middle finger to gently rub her clit, circling it, pinching it, until Nicole rocked her hips and moaned.

Kieran's blue eyes grew darker as he looked at her. The knowing smile that had been there before grew serious. "Look at me, Nicole," he said, his voice was gentle, yet firm.

She forced her eyes open. He gazed into them for a moment, and then his eyes took on a possessiveness that had her transfixed. "We will not tolerate yer defiance, Nicole. Ye are Mistress here now, even more so after our combined mating. However, what seems to have slipped yer mind more times than not is that we are the masters of yer body and mind," Kieran growled as thick fingers slammed into her pussy.

She cried out, her body shaking. He gave her a knowing chuckle and thrust deeper. "God, Nicole, why do ye think to deny us what's rightfully ours?" he demanded, leaning over to bite the side of her neck.

"Ye are ours, Nicole," Kieran's deep masculine voice whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. Anticipation of what was to come flashed through her. 

"Yes." She sounded surprised by her own acknowledgment.

Eyon leaned over and pressed his lips against Nicole's opened ones. His tongue pushed forward, exploring her mouth, lazily massaging and tasting. Nicole moaned against his lips, abandoning herself to their attentions, their passions, and their sheer possessiveness. She took his hand and moved it down to the wetness between her thighs, to join Kieran's thrusting digits. He growled in mock outrage and kissed her harder.

"Yes," she whispered as his fingers found her clit. She loved it. But she loved it even more when Kieran lowered his head to her breast and began biting and sucking her firm nipples.

Suddenly, Eyon broke the kiss to allow Kieran to position her to his liking. As they moved, Eyon quickly captured her lips again in a heated and hungry kiss, before sitting back and watching as Kieran slipped his slick fingers from inside of her and then sucked them one by one.

"I enjoyed that most thoroughly, sweetness. Ye look so beautiful in the throes of passion," Kieran murmured.

"Aye, beautiful indeed...Take her," Eyon whispered, "I want to hear her screams."

Nicole watched as Kieran hooked his arms under her knees and slid her to the edge of the mattress. Open and exposed to his gaze, she turned her head in embarrassment.

"Look at me, Nicole," Kieran commanded. She obeyed.

"How beautiful ye are!" He gazed at her for a long moment before she allowed her hips to arch up to meet him.

And, for the second time that morning, Nicole screamed as Kieran's massive erection speared into her wet, sex-slicked, and more than willing womanhood. She met his lunges with a force of her own as he began to take her with long, fast strokes.

"Oh God," she whispered in a husky voice, wrapping her legs around his hips, "This feels so good." Nicole grabbed the hands that held her hips in a tight grip.

Kieran growled and increased the depth and tempo of his thrusts until his whimpering mate trembled on the verge of climax. He watched her come until she was quivering with exhaustion. Nicole moaned with unfulfilled passion. Her body continued to pulse with Kieran's shaft anchored deep within her, unmoving, but still firm and unspent.

Eyon leaned against the headboard and stroked his cock as he watched, never taking his eyes off of Kieran fucking their mate. The beauty of Nicole reaching her climax was a magnificent sight to him.

Nicole, still in the throes of desire turned to him, panting hard, eyes dark with lust. "Eyon, I need you. Please," she whimpered as her pussy continued to spasm around Kieran's shaft.

Eyon moved, displaying his obvious satisfaction that Nicole had voiced her needs. He was pleased that she was accepting her fate, accepting that she was theirs.

"Roll her onto her side," he growled impatiently at Kieran.

Before her body or mind could recover, Kieran slowly pulled out of her suctioning core and placed her in the centre of the bed. Then he rolled her towards Eyon.

* * * *

Nicole found herself pleasantly sandwiched between two hard bodies. She knew what was going to happen. She felt her nipples tighten even more when their erect members touched her heated flesh. Kieran's erection prodded her from behind, while Eyon's rubbed against her stomach.

"God, I can't wait to be inside ye. I want this so bad," Eyon murmured.

Nicole shuddered as she suddenly felt hands running along the cleft of her bottom. Her eyes flew open. "I'm afraid," she spoke aloud, finally acknowledging her fears. She knew she sounded helpless and pathetic, but she couldn't help it.

Physical desire, along with a desire to protect, overwhelmed both men at Nicole's confession. They enfolded her smaller form in their arms. Eyon reached out and cupped her face. "We understand. Ye have nothing to fear, sweets. We want ye to know us in every way. I want ye to tell us if it hurts too much. Okay, sweets? We'll stop if ye want us to."

Eyon stared into her eyes and then his lips brushed hers in the gentlest, most delicate of touches. Soft though it was, the kiss conjured strange, almost electric, tingles in her skin and sent a rush of heat sizzling along her nerve endings. Several times, he slid his mouth across hers, the softness of his lips nuzzling gently.

Meanwhile, Kieran was kissing her neck and shoulders, his hands moving all over her body. All the while, he whispered in her ear about how they wanted and needed her. "Ye'll enjoy it, Nicole," he said, biting her earlobe.

"Okay," she groaned and then opened her lips to give Eyon free access to her mouth.

Oh, God. Am I going to regret this? Two men! Should I? Shouldn't I? Maybe just this one time... I did agree, didn't I? No turning back. Nicole couldn't believe she could become so aroused again after the vigorous attention her body had been receiving from the men. By rights, she should have been bone tired.

For the men, it had been a revelation to hear that one word. She trusted them, wanted them. The sure knowledge that they would finally take her together made their balls tighten in anticipation. They could almost visualize it, a cock sliding into her from behind as the other took her from the front. Their dicks twitched and ached with anticipation.

The rich aroma of her musk filled the air, mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla. It was intoxicating. Eyon continued to kiss her deeply and very, very slowly, gripping her face to hold her more firmly against his lips. Her mouth was a wet, open flower that surrendered to his tongue. He felt her shiver. Her hips were pressed to his own by the force of Kieran's hand as it kneaded her plump bottom. Eyon smiled at Nicole's trembling as Kieran thrust his fingers into her and began fucking her from behind.

Nicole gasped and quivered helplessly when she felt the digits enter her core. She whimpered with need as Kieran sped up his pace. Her hips bucked against his hand, begging for more.

Eyon reached out and captured a breast, squeezing the firm, round globe, as her lips parted on a soft sigh. He grinned wider when Kieran's finger plunged harder into her sopping core. Eyon watched Nicole's face and knew she was near.

Not yet, he thought. They intended to take things slowly. They had all night and he was going to use as much of it as he could.

Between Eyon's hands on her breasts and Kieran's fingers inside her, Nicole was incapable of thought. It was mind shattering. Could someone die of too much pleasure? What a way to go. Nicole moaned in regret as she felt Kieran's fingers suddenly leave her. She whimpered, her hips moving backward, desperate for him to put them back.

"Be patient, Nicole."

The sound of Eyon's voice sent a sweet thrill through her.

Eyon looked to Kieran. He knew Kieran's face mirrored the dazed look was on his own. Neither could speak, only nodding when they were ready.

"Relax, baby," whispered Kieran, caressing her bottom.

Nicole heard Kieran say something to Eyon, though she knew not what, since it was in their native tongue. A few seconds later, she heard the distinctive sound of a tube opening. She gasped when a cold liquid suddenly hit her skin as Kieran liberally coated her anus with the lubricant.

"I know it's cold. Sorry, sweets, but we have to make ye nice and ready," he whispered before he began to slowly caress her puckered opening.

Nicole gasped and spread her legs wide. "P--please don't. Oh..."

"Ye're so going to love this," Kieran purred, "Open yer legs wider for me."

Nicole obeyed. Eyon's fingers nudged her thighs even further apart, seeking out her wet core, and finding the entrance, he thrust forward. Nicole accepted the invasion, groaning as Eyon's palm hit her clit. Then Kieran thrust a finger inside her anus and she cried out in both shock and pleasure.

Eyon quickly captured her cries with his lips as he used his other hand to caress her hair, her cheeks, soothing her. Nicole moaned and pushed back against Kieran. Eyon continued to distract her, allowing Kieran to take his time to do what he wanted. She sucked Eyon's tongue as he gladly took what she offered, mapping her mouth with the muscle. He sucked lightly on the pink tip of her tongue, doing his best to give her as much pleasure as he could.

Kieran, sensing that she was more relaxed, removed his fingers, and before Nicole could even feel the loss, the head of his shaft prodded against her anus. She gasped as the bulbous head pushed inside. Blindly reaching out in front of her, she grabbed onto Eyon's arms.

"That's it, baby," whispered Kieran, caressing her bottom as Eyon continued to kiss her. Eyon broke the kiss as Kieran spread her ass cheeks and began to thrust and thrust. She felt a finger flick her clit and she came instantly.

"Oh God." She bucked forward and then back. Both men held her as she began to shake, howling and mewing like a dog in heat. The men shuddered at the sensation.

"Are ye okay, Nicole?" Eyon asked, looking at her teary eyes.

She had never experienced anything so pleasurable in all her life and was too dazed to even answer. Her chest heaved, trying to find enough air to stay conscious. She was that near to passing out.

"Are ye too tired to continue?" Kieran asked.

Unsure how to respond, Nicole closed her eyes and started chewing her bottom lip in earnest.

Eyon watched a visibly shaken Nicole absorb Kieran's words. Softly, he added, "There is no rush, Nicole. Just relax and let us do the work." Eyon paused and waited until she looked at him. "We have ye. Just let it happen."

Opening her legs wider, Eyon slid his shaft inside her as far as he could manage. Nicole gasped at the sudden invasion. This was all new to her. She had never done anything like that before, plus, she'd never been with any man as well endowed as they were. Their sizes and, lord, the way they used them, were simply out of this world.

They felt Nicole stiffen. Kieran gently began running his tongue up and down her neck as he held her tight. Eyon re-captured her lips and began nibbling and sucking the bottom one.

"Christ's teeth, Nicole ye are so fucking tight," Kieran hissed, as if in pain, withdrawing his shaft halfway out her back passage.

"Oh Lord," she cried out as Eyon's mouth left her lips and found her nipples.

Eyon groaned in pure pleasure when the hot, tight sheath of her core slowly swallowed his cock. Eyon lifted his head from her breast just long enough to explain. "After we take ye, Nicole, ye will treasure the fluids filling yer body. No other man will ever dare touch ye. Yer only thoughts will be of us and of being with us. Yer body will ache and burn with the need for our cocks to fill it." He ended with a possessive and demanding kiss.

Both men moaned at the unbelievable tightness they were experiencing, her orifices held them like a vice. After they had allowed her enough time to adjust to their combined sizes, Kieran, who had withdrawn his shaft slightly so Eyon could fully enter her, grabbed her hips and pulled her along his length.




Gargouille Ch. 05



"Impale yerself on me, sweets." He groaned as she acquiesced. The men inhaled sharply, the scent of her juices had reached them. It was stronger than before, making them even hotter. "Give us yer hot, tight, and sweet little body. All of it."

Then they began a synchronized dance, moving in unison, retreating and filling her again and again. Eyon ground into her core and Kieran was just as relentless.

"This is good ass," Kieran murmured, biting and sucking her neck as he pounded into her.

Helpless under their onslaught, Nicole moaned in reckless abandonment. She grabbed hold of the Eyon's head, causing him to slowly leave her breast and look into her passion-filled eyes.

"God, ye are beautiful. How we adore ye and everything about ye. Yer body is so wet, so tight, and all ours." His hands gripped her hips then, increasing the pace of their thrusts.

Nicole screamed in her mindless passion. "Oh please, harder- Please," she pleaded, thrusting her hips backward, enjoying the sensation of two cocks. She heard a grunt of approval and smiled.

"Do ye want to come again, Nicole? Do ye?" Kieran demanded, biting her neck.

How could she resist such an inviting question? "Yes!" she yelled as her fingers dug into Eyon's shoulders.

She felt Kieran grip her hips tighter, holding her to him as he thrust into her again and again. She fought the impending climax, wanting to savor it, but the men's sensual words and Eyon's hands caressing her ass and back, weakened her resolve. She wriggled her bottom, trying to force Kieran to move faster, as an overwhelming need took over.

"Shit. Don't move, sweetness," Kieran panted, trying to hold her hips still, but to no avail. "Christ's teeth. Shit. Fuck it." He withdrew and slammed back in.

Nicole couldn't stop the fire. "I am coming!" she screamed.

"Good. Dinna fight it," said Eyon. "There's more where that came from."

It erupted like an earthquake. Her stomach heated and tightened as she coated Eyon's cock with her hot juices and her ass clamped down on Kieran's cock. She felt Kieran shudder violently behind her and regretted that she couldn't see his face.

Eyon groaned and Kieran gasped as Nicole's inner muscles worked their shafts. And with a rhythm born of long practice, they continued work her as one. "No more," she cried, as the two pushed her into a state of sexual frenzy.

"Yes." Both were unrelenting in their quest. Nicole's head rolled from side to side in time with her moans as the sensations built again.

"Christ's blood! Shit!" the men shouted together.

As they thrust into her to the hilt one last time, their bodies rigid, jaws clenched, as they emptied their balls into her tight holes. The spurt of their semen into her body triggered a second orgasm. It seemed endless, her muscles clenching as their warm heat flowed through her. She screamed their names as her vision began to blur. She stared into Eyon's fathomless eyes, now dark with passion, as the darkness closed in quickly. She slipped into unconsciousness.

They continued to leisurely pump into her, savoring the feeling of her clenching ass and pussy.

* * * *

"Isn't she a beauty?" Eyon ran his index finger along the swell of her hip. Kieran silently agreed, as he also trailed a finger over the soft, but firm, flesh. A needy moan came from Nicole's throat.

"What happened?" Nicole asked as she slowly opened her eyes and looked into Eyon's green ones.

"Ye were a bit over-stimulated," Kieran answered with a grin, stroking her from behind.

"Yer body is still hungry for us, baby," Eyon whispered as he glanced over at Kieran.

Kieran chuckled. "Wait until ye're inside her ass. It's so tight and hot inside. I could feel the blood rushing from my shaft to my head."

Eyon moaned in reply, the thought sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Shit, no wonder Kieran had looked so dazed and out of his fucking mind. He ran his hands lightly over her buttocks and Nicole responded by opening her legs for him with a soft moan. It was an obvious sound of desire and his cock twitched.

Plunging one hand between her thighs, Eyon stroked Nicole's wet flesh, his fingers teasing the hard nub between her puffy labia. Dazed by this unexpected continuation of their earlier encounter, Nicole could feel her juices begin to flow freely. Her hips strained to meet his hand and he indulgently thrust his fingers into her slippery entrance.

A finger lightly trailing along the back of her knee tickled her, while lips kissed and sucked her shoulder. She knew that Kieran was working his way upward. Eyon, meanwhile, had his hot tongue on her neck, almost tickling the skin at the base of her skull, and causing shivers to ripple outward through her body. Eyon and Kieran were both working the heated flesh between her thighs and their strokes pushed her higher. Abruptly, they stopped and she was rolled over onto her back.

A groan from deep inside her body escaped Nicole's lips as Eyon continued to thrust into her blazing inner flesh. She felt lifeless and confused by her body's reaction to their touch. Despite feeling spent, she nevertheless shrieked as a violent orgasm swept through her.

Breathing unevenly, Nicole slowly opened her eyes a tiny bit and watched the two men. Nicole had only had sex with two other men in her whole life and neither had ever given her such pleasure. These two, Lord... The one thing she could say was that, in bed, they were definitely compatible, but there was more to a relationship than sex. Relationship? Was that what she wanted?

Minutes later, each propped on one elbow, Eyon and Kieran watched their mate. Both men felt as if they could have stayed in their current position in perfect bliss for the next hour. Nicole was curled up in a ball, under the covers, tendrils of her hair stuck to her slightly damp forehead. Despite that, she looked so cute with her long, delicate eyelashes fluttering against her smooth skin. She looked angelic, innocent and nothing could be further from the truth.

Eyon reached out and stroked the damp hair back from her forehead. It was more of an excuse to touch her than anything. He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb lightly over her skin. "Ye okay? What are ye thinking?"

"That this is all so strange," Nicole replied, a sad look entering her eyes, "but it seems right. I think."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "No regrets then?"

"No..." Her eyes were downcast as she looked away and the men couldn't be sure of what she was thinking.

Silence filled the room as the their eyes locked onto Nicole. Eyon took in the lovely contours of her delicate features while Kieran once again reminisced about the taste of her sweet juices. They both couldn't help but think about how lovely she was and they couldn't tear their eyes away from her.

There was a knock.

"Enter!" Eyon bellowed.

Nicole stiffened and burrowed beneath the bedding as the door silently opened. She blushed as her eyes met the timidly smiling face of Alana, who bowed and murmured apologies as she came into the room. In her hands, she bore a tray laden with food and various types of delicacies.

"Good morning, my Lairds, my lady," Alana greeted them.

"Place the tray over there, Alana." Eyon nodded towards an empty table.

"Yes, Laird Eyon."

"I will be preparing your favorite for dinner, Mistress," stated Alana as she placed the tray on top of the table. She turned and smiled affectionately at Nicole, who smiled back with the same warmth.

"I'll be back for the tray later, my lady," Alana said and then scurried off to start preparing dinner.

A few moments passed before Nicole felt the mattress shift beneath her as the men moved off the bed to put some clothing on, but not before kissing her firmly on the lips, one after the other.

"Come and eat before it gets cold," Eyon commanded gently.

"Okay," Nicole replied. Hurrying from the bed, she rushed to the bathroom, where she did a quick tidying up. As she opened the door to exit, Nicole was met by Eyon, who scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the table.

"Thank you." She turned and met his smiling eyes.

Nicole was sat comfortably, eating the food Alana had brought just minutes ago, thinking about the men and what she had seen...again. If only there was some way to find out who or what they were. It wasn't fair. She almost wished that she hadn't seen it, so she wouldn't have had her inquisitive desires awakened with no way to release them. Still, she could ask.

Sighing, Nicole snuggled into the blanket and enjoyed the taste of homemade croissant, soft and succulent on the palate. She could still recall Eyon's eyes, how they had darkened in passion when he had entered her and kissed her and...shit, this wasn't the time to think about that.

Curse them for being the hottest hunk of Scottish masculinity she'd ever laid eyes on. And, bloody hell, that sure turned her on in a wickedly hot way. Though she'd rather give them her acid tongue before admitting it to either of them, even if they could probably tell by just looking at her. She just needed to keep her wits.

Eyon and Kieran watched Nicole silently as she ate, noting the way she glanced at them when she thought they weren't aware. They couldn't help but smile at their memories of how she had felt in their arms as they took her. They were not surprised that she had responded so well. But, despite that, they needed to be one step ahead when it came to their feisty mate.

Nicole had proved to be an apt challenge, an exciting addition to their lives, and a welcome change from the typical activities of their life. She was a beauty, no doubt about that, and she would take some taming, of that they were sure. But they were as sure of their own desires as they were of their enchanting mate's and they required total submission from her.

Her eyes were closed, as if she was in a world of her own, but they knew better.

"Nicole!"

She jerked, jarred from her confused thoughts. The firm sounding tone in Kieran's voice concerned her, as if he understood what was taking place in her mind.

"What are ye thinking?"

She pushed the now empty plate away and folded her hands in her lap. "Do I have to share my thoughts also?" she asked calmly, "I am thinking of nothing, if you must know."

Nicole saw his smile and felt his amusement. "Ye are lying again." His voice was gruff. "Do ye have a problem with being honest?"

Nicole shrugged. "I do not. Not that it matters to you two anyway."

She watched as Eyon eased off the bed, walking over to stand by the window and look out. He turned and stared at her for a moment.

"Nicole, we understand that this is all new to ye, but we have no patience for insolence. The sooner ye accept this, the better it will be," Eyon stated coolly.

Nicole returned his stare, trying not to show her inner fears. "Better for whom?" she shouted, ending the short truce between the three of them. "Bloody cheek."

Kieran approached her and leaned forward, his eyes dark with anger. "Ye like playing with fire, Nicole," he stated, "but will ye enjoy the burn?" He reached out and pulled her from the chair.

"Let me be," she hissed as he pulled her towards him. He closed his eyes, enjoying her feeble struggles. He wasn't deterred. Kieran MacThomas had never been bested by a man and certainly never a female. His mate would not be the first. He found Nicole delectable in her current state of anger and he had a ready cure for that fire. The result would be their ultimate satisfaction. There was a granite shaft between his thighs that he could use to douse her flame.

"If ye think ye'll best us, Nicole, ye are more addled than I thought," he declared, laughing. Kieran was amused. "Have we ever told ye how lovely ye look when angry, sweets?" He grinned as he carried her towards the bed.

Feeling defeated, Nicole stopped her struggles and sighed. "Look, you're both handsome and all that. I am sure you both can find somebody willing." A brief look of guilt crossed her face.

"Ye have something against handsome men?" Eyon chuckled as he turned from the window. He still wore his smile as he walked across the room and sat beside her on the bed.

"What does it matter? I am but a prisoner. Who cares what I think?" she replied softly, refusing to allow their amused looks to make her feel even more stupid than she did already.

The humor left Eyon's face to be replaced with the quiet watchfulness that was always there whenever she caught him looking her way. He held her eyes for a moment longer before dropping his head as he answered, "Tell me, Nicole, do ye want us to care?"

She had no reply, but then he was speaking again. "I suggest ye get some rest. Ye're going to need it."

His suggestive remark wasn't lost on her, but she still remained quiet. Nicole lowered her lashes; she refused to look at them, knowing her face was a mixture of arousal, embarrassment and anger.

Nicole didn't know they could smell her arousal, smell the juices flowing. She didn't see the satisfied smiles that spread across their faces. For several long moments, she didn't move, and with their hard bodies sandwiching her, she could barely breathe. The silence was making her nervous.

Nicole stiffened when Eyon's hand touched her thigh. She jerked and slapped his hand away. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the same moment. His jaw was set, so firmly clenched she could see the strain in his face. She quickly looked away.  

"Nicole." She didn't turn toward him.

He sighed. "Look at me."

With seeming reluctance, Nicole turned her head to face him again. "What?" she whispered.

He leaned down and took her mouth with a sweetly gentle, but passionate kiss. He slid his tongue softly over her lips, seeking permission to enter. When she opened up to him, he groaned, sliding his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth. Eyon sucked and nibbled her lips as he gathered her close, until she was perched on his lap. He slowly disengaged his mouth from hers and then gazed into her eyes.

"Ye have no idea what ye do to us, do ye, baby? Why do ye continue to fight us? Ye belong to us."

"You've both been misinformed," she stated.

"Misinformed?" Kieran repeated as he reached over, taking her from his cousin's lap so he could feel her in his arms again.

She closed her eyes and shivered. Nicole could feel the hard bulge of his erection against her backside. She pulled away from him so she could gulp in some much needed air.

"I can't deny the attraction I feel for you both, but this obsessive madness needs to stop."

Kieran didn't answer right away; instead he just stared at her. Nicole gave him an irritated look until he finally spoke. "It isn't an obsession to want to be ye," he drawled seductively, with an arrogant look on his face.

Stop looking so smug! You've lost, and you know it. She so wanted to get up and slap that damn look off his face, but she didn't dare. "Of course you'd say that. I suppose that's why I am being detained like a prisoner."

Kieran continued to stare at her, his face impassive, not giving a clue to the emotions churning inside him. "No arguing with ye there, sweets. I can see that. Stubborn as hell, ye are." He reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Her pulse went on instant overdrive as her pussy contracted on its own. She shivered. Lord, what are these men doing to me?

"I am not stubborn. I...I am not a mule," she answered, finally getting some semblance of control over her raging emotions.

Kieran sighed. "Do ye fear us, Nicole?"  She wanted to ignore his question, but honesty prevailed. "Well, a little bit."

She didn't want to be so obvious with her feelings, but Lord, were they making it ever so hard, which increased her unease.

"It's natural, but ye have no need to fear us," he replied.

"Aye," Eyon agreed. He didn't want Nicole to fear them. They wanted her to be happy and remain where she belonged, in their arms.

Nicole snorted and lifted a trembling hand to brush away another stray lock of hair from her forehead. Of course they would say that, how the hell could they understand how she felt? Turning to Eyon, she said, "Then why are you both treating me like this? Like I have no say in the matter?"

A slow smile crossed his face. "I know it may seem like a lot to take in, but I know ye feel the strong bond between the three of us."

Their feelings for her were intense and they couldn't exactly blame her for feeling unsure, but they had to convince her to give this relationship a chance. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to take no for an answer, she was too important to them.

She hesitated a moment and took a breath. "Yes. Oh- I-I don't know. I guess," she answered. What was the sense in lying? Eyon would only prolong the discussion.

The men exchanged glances before nodding in understanding. There was hope. They looked down at their mate, taking in every detail of her lovely face, from her pouting lips to her large brown eyes that held shadows of doubt now that the conversation had taken on a different course.

Eyon reached out and gently traced a finger over the curve of her exposed shoulder, resisting the urge to push her down on the bed and plunder her sweetness. "There are things that we cannot tell ye, at least not yet. And we require nothing of ye that we cannot give in return. But, what I would ask from ye...when we do tell ye what ye seek to know, please view it with an open mind," he said as he began gently massaging her shoulder with his fingers.

Nicole's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Keep an open mind?"

Something told her these men were keeping secrets, secrets she intended to find out. She sucked her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the annoyance in their expressions, but ignored it. She could rile them whenever she wanted. It was empowering...and funny. Then she sobered. "You know what the saddest part is? Neither of you have even asked me what I want."

"Nicole."

"That's my name," she replied sarcastically, not bothering to look up at Eyon.

"Look at me, baby."

She hesitated briefly and then turned her head to look over at him. Nicole trembled as those green eyes studied her. "That couldn't be helped. So let's move on. An open mind, can ye do that?"

What the hell? Just like that, no thoughts spared for her feelings. Nicole took an inward breath for courage. Sure, they were large and intimidating, but they did say they would never harm her. Her heart was in her throat, but the adrenaline allowed her to feel courageous and in command. Squaring her shoulders, an action that made the men chuckle, Nicole eyed them stonily.

"I saw Kieran's eyes that night and yours earlier. Was I seeing things?" she blurted instead. What happened to courage?

It was apparent by the look in his eyes that Eyon was surprised by her question. What? Did he think she had forgotten? She wasn't about to let him back out of answering the question that had been plaguing her thoughts for days now. Nicole thrust her chin out, giving her the appearance of a defiant teenager.

His expression became unreadable. "No, ye weren't."

Eyon wasn't sure if saying more would upset her, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her afraid. 

"I knew it!" she yelled. Pushing away from Kieran, she jumped up off the bed.

"I knew I wasn't crazy," she exclaimed, slowly backing towards the door.

Kieran and Eyon had watched in disbelief when Nicole had jumped up. They didn't bother trying to stop her because she had a right to be alarmed. They just hoped it was temporary. They were both willing to do what was necessary to see that Nicole remained with them.

"What ye saw that night, and today, was not a result of ye being drunk. Our eyes do in fact change colors, Nicole," Eyon explained as he turned away from her,




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"They usually change based on our emotions at the time, although we can change them at will."

Nicole shut her eyes, as though she was to block out his words. "What's wrong with you? Are you both ill?" she asked, panicking.

"No, Nicole, we're not ill. We were born this way."

Nicole didn't know what to say. What kind of person had eyes that glowed red and then turned black? She stood rigid, in a state of confusion and looked towards the door. The only escape route.

"Do not fear us," Kieran pleaded, all arrogance gone as he observed the conflicting array of emotions flickering over her face.

Her head snapped towards him and she pinned him with an icy stare. Kieran held out his hand and let it immediately fall to his side as Nicole backed away further from them.

"I demand a phone call," she declared.

Kieran's brain screamed in frustration and judging by the look on Eyon's face, he fared no better. Nicole was pretty angry. They watched her as she stood there, spoiling for a fight. Sure they could force her to comply, but fucking her senseless would only serve as a temporary respite.

Eyon's voice broke the silence. "Nicole, I know ye dinna trust us right now, but just give us a chance to explain. We know it's a lot to take in, but we can make it better."

She so wanted to believe them. They were looking so handsome, staring at her with concern and worry, spilling their feelings. Damn, they were making it hard. She quickly looked away to collect her tattered thoughts. She took a breath, trying to steady her pounding heart. "Well, explain then. What is it?"

"Our eyes can change color."

The response made no sense, Eyon knew that, but he wasn't about to elaborate. Little did he know, Nicole wasn't about to be satisfied with that. She looked exasperated. Kieran smiled at Nicole's expression, if the situation wasn't so serious, he would have laughed.

"You don't say?" she whispered sarcastically, her gaze never leaving Eyon's.

"Damn," Kieran growled, "Come here to us, Nicole."

Kieran decided to change the course of the discussion. It was not a good time to get into it. If it took fucking her to keep her quiet, well so be it.

"Why?" She watched him through hooded eyes. He looked so manly and sexy. Do not give in, she told herself.

"I will come to ye then." Kieran rose from the bed and began walking towards her.

"This is crazy."

"No, Nicole, it's not."

She didn't bother to move or say anything as strong arms surrounded her waist and lifted her off the floor. She sighed in defeat and wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked them back towards the bed. She looked over at Eyon. Although he hadn't moved from his position, sitting on the edge of the bed, she had a strong sense of connection with him, as if he was caressing her.

"Bring her to me." Eyon's passion filled voice had her pussy creaming, coupled with Kieran's large hands, cupping and squeezing her bottom as he laid her gently onto the bed.

"But we haven't finished talking," she moaned, trying to pull away from Eyon's hands as they moved to reveal her heated flesh for their touching and viewing pleasure.

"Not now, Nicole," Eyon groaned huskily as he reached down and cupped her breasts.

She almost gave up resisting when he began to knead the firm flesh. But Nicole decided not to give in so easily. Not even a mind-blowing orgasm would make her forget. At her insistent pushing, Eyon reluctantly lifted his hands.

"Ye like it very much when we take ye to bed. Am I right?" he smiled at her glare.

"Of course I do." She wanted to contradict him, but honesty forbade it. Besides, he bloody well knew she did, based on her reaction to them. She knew they were being evasive in their answers to her question. Sighing, she glanced from one to the other. They both had the characteristics of men to whom command was familiar, but no outright haughtiness was apparent in their bearings. They were dignified and rather reserved in manners, but also downright domineering and controlling.

Well, if they thought their pretty looks and hot sex could deter her, they were wrong. Slowly, she counted to ten and looked at both of them. Their expressions were perfectly calm, only the flaring of their nostrils gave away their desire.

"So, what do you mean when you say your eyes change with your emotions?"

"Ye want to discuss this now?" Kieran asked, his voice a deep rumbling baritone.

"No, next week. Of course now! We have more important things to discuss than having sex," she replied stubbornly. Rolling her eyes, she sat up.

"And if we decide otherwise?" Kieran's grin held a hint of challenge. Women, they were never satisfied until they had the upper hand. Lucky for her, they loved her. Being with her was like being re-born. They could deny her nothing, except letting her leave that was.

"You wouldn't dare," she snapped. Her eyes narrowed as Eyon reached out and cupped the side of her face.

"Remember what I said earlier, Nicole. Keep an open mind."

Whatever, she thought, twisting her face away.

She turned to look at Kieran when he said, "Do ye believe in myths and monsters?"

She shook her head, torn between screaming and laughing, but she did ask the question.

"Nicole?" His voice was gentle as he lifted a hand and gently touched her shoulder, but at her tight look, he released her.

As Kieran's hand fell away, she shuffled away from him only to come in contact with Eyon's thigh on her side. She pushed at it, but it was like trying to move a boulder, so she gave up. "Of course I do."

Both men stared at her in stunned disbelief. "Ye do?"

"Of course not!" she snapped, "Do I look stupid?"

What the hell's wrong with this man, asking asinine questions?

Sighing, Kieran smiled humorlessly. "What do ye know of gargoyles?" His question sounded hollow and distant.

Nicole averted her gaze. It was official. They were crazy. Hot like fire and crazy as hell. Suddenly her thoughts became clear, as she remembered the manuscripts, the picture, the drawings, and all those documents the men had in their library. Was this part of their delusions? She had read that a person who suffered from schizophrenia sometimes presented with grandiose ideations.

Nicole closed her eyes, perplexed. Eyon was so serious, but tender, Kieran was quick to laugh, but possessive. Could she live like that? How could something feel so right, yet so wrong? Conflicting emotions plagued her mind.

The men watched Nicole. Though they weren't touching her, they could sense her inner turmoil. Nevertheless, she belonged to them, whether she liked it or not. Besides, she was the one who wanted to continue the conversation. Kieran looked at Eyon. Eyon nodded. They both reached out and gently touched Nicole's hands.

"Nicole, are ye...okay?" Kieran asked.

Her eyes snapped open. "What?" she replied inanely.

"Earlier, I asked ye a question, Nicole. Do ye believe in gargoyles?" Kieran looked her squarely, unblinking.

Not knowing how to respond to the question, she shrugged and laughed. But neither man thought it funny, so she tried to make light of the situation. "Oh, come on. Do you?"

Far from amused, Eyon replied in a clipped voice, "We do."

Her brow furrowed as she frowned, baffled. "You're both crazy," she said. Her expression made it clear she thought they were indeed nuts.

"Have ye ever seen a gargoyle?" Kieran continued.

"What kind of a silly question is that?"

Eyon nodded slightly to indicate that she should answer it anyway. "What has that got to do with my earlier question?"

"Be patient, Nicole. We'll get there."

She sighed inwardly, deciding to play it safe. The last thing she needed was to be at the mercy of two mentally disturbed persons. Feeling at a disadvantage, in fight or flight mode, Nicole pushed her body into a more comfortable position. With an inward curse, she softly answered, "No."

Both men exchanged knowing glances. They could see the confusion written all over her face. More than anything, they wanted to make things right. She was their future.

For centuries, there had been humans that had tried to wipe out their race from existence, planting a seed of hatred and mistrust. Hopefully with Nicole by their side, they could repair some of the hurt. It would take time, of course, but time was what they had.

Sighing wearily, Eyon looked at his mate. They needed to end this, maybe much sooner than they had anticipated. "Well, let me show ye. Look up at me, Nicole." Eyon's voice was gentle, yet firm.

Slowly she met their gazes, but not sure what to expect, she kept silent. Nicole watched Eyon as he got off the bed. She studied him, unblinking, as he watched her. Eyon was certain Nicole was going to scream and run at any moment. He had seen many do the same thing, would she be any different? This thought almost caused him to abandon his plan. Taking a deep breath, he hunched his shoulders over and let loose his wings.

Nicole blinked once...twice...three times when she saw the wings flapping. They were a shimmering dark silvery grey, with wide claw-like feathers, and his eyes had taken on a dark color, almost black. Nicole allowed herself to stare like an open-mouthed simpleton.

"Where do they come from?" she asked, her voice full of wonder, as she gaped at the stunning and magnificent wings presently before her. "Are they real?"

Nicole was more fascinated than frightened. Eyon didn't respond, nor did he break their eye contact. He stood erect and it was as if he was made of stone.

Their mate was strong. Both men were surprised she wasn't screaming and fighting to get away, but then again, it could be a delayed reaction. It had been so long since they felt so at peace. They had longed for someone to share their lives with, now they had Nicole. Their kind needed to be mated. It ensured the healthy continuation of their race. Eyon looked over to his cousin, who was surprisingly quiet and then back to Nicole's panic-stricken face.

Nicole began to panic. Was she unwell? Was it a dream? The gentle movement of the wings snapped her from her thoughts. "Am I alright?" she asked, her voice quaking.

"Of course ye are." Kieran finally spoke, and Nicole, somewhat enchanted, didn't protest when he reached out and took one of her hands in his. "We understand yer fear."

"Really? I thought gargoyles feared no one, with their super strength and policeman attitudes," Nicole quipped, still looking on in awe.

Kieran laughed and she stared at him as his handsome face lit up. Nicole knew then that she cared for them. She turned and looked back at Eyon and the smile on his face warmed her entire being. She no longer saw them as crazy, but as men with desires and longings, just as others had. Could she be falling in love with them? Should she stay? If only it was that simple. She was taking it surprisingly well. Maybe she was in shock?

She looked on in wonder as Eyon, in gargoyle form, walked over to them.

"Are you really a gargoyle?"

Nicole's eyes were drawn to his muscular chest of their own volition, traveling down to his tattered trousers. His erection was straining against them, leaving his cock clearly outlined, and what a cock it was. She licked her lips and his gaze followed her pink tip.

Eyon moved closer to her. "Ye're still in doubt, despite these?" He flapped his wings. He sounded the same, although louder, and due to the change, a hollow voice boomed at her.

"A little," she replied, mesmerized by his onyx-colored eyes, "But at the risk of sounding like a child, can you fly?"

Eyon nodded and took her free hand in his. "I know it is quite a lot to take in, but the best place to begin is by understanding our history."

She glanced from one gorgeous hunk...man...gargoyle, whatever they were, to the other. She wanted to be ravished by them both. At least she knew they were good lovers, but was that enough?

Then Eyon began talking again, almost to himself. "All those stone figures of gargoyles ye see perched on top of cathedral were just used as protection to ward off supposed evil spirits. We were, in fact, Guardians of the human race, fighting along side them in battles."

"This is all so strange!" It sounded like a spin off from Lord of the Rings, fascinating stuff. "A nice cup of tea would do just about now," she grumbled.

He smiled and continued. "We were young lads when the Vikings came." He looked over at a pensive Kieran. "I remember it as if it were yesterday. We were both hidden, as were other children, protected by magic. Rather than revealing the spells they had used to hide their children, our mothers sacrificed their lives, as did most of the other females. The Vikings wanted us as their slaves, to fight their wars. Our fathers were away fighting for our King at the time of the invasion..." he trailed off bitterly and closed his eyes.

"I am so sorry for your loss," Nicole whispered, looking from one grief-stricken man to the other.

Kieran lifted her hand and kissed the back of her palm, his eyes reflecting all he had lost also. "Thanks, but dinna be. It was many centuries ago."

Both men emitted a soft growl of pleasure when Nicole said, "And now you have me."

She blushed at their pleased looks. For several minutes, they remained staring at each other. The men watched their lovely mate, each struggling with the need to push her down on the bed. Instead, they climbed in beside her, wanting to feel her between their bodies. Her body, though covered, was driving them insane.

They wanted her to stay with them, so they needed to take things slowly, but it was damn hard. Now that they had found her, the need to be with her was overpowering. For the past week, they had avoided temptation by keeping busy with clan matters. But despite their best efforts, they couldn't help but daydream about her, much to their brethren's amusement.

The memories made Eyon chuckle. He looked over at a smiling Kieran and knew he shared the same thoughts.

"What's so funny?" Nicole asked, rubbing an unexpected itch on the side of her neck.

Eyon's sharp eyes zoomed in on the fading bite marks their fangs had left on her neck. "Does it hurt?" His fingertips rested gently on the side of her neck.

She frowned as she fingered the bite marks and then smiled with affection. "No, I think it is cute." She looked from Eyon to Kieran, shyly.

Delighted by her response, they smiled in unison. This outspoken honesty was hardly what they expected; yet in another sense, they were not surprised. Nicole was a fascinating and enchanting woman. Looking at her small hands, clasped in their larger ones, confirmed what they already knew, that she cared for them. This thrilled them to no end.

Nicole's face suddenly became pensive. She asked fretfully, "Are you both alone then?"

"There are few of our kind still in existence. Most of our kind died in our stone state or out of grief, due to the loss of our females," Kieran answered. He didn't want to tell her that they had committed suicide.

He heard Eyon sigh and turned his eyes towards him. He could see the pain on his cousin's face as he now sat immobile on the bed. Kieran knew it was equally hard for Eyon and it saddened him. Eyon, for all his stubborn disposition and determination, was rarely open with his feelings. They had both wanted to seek justice for the death of their mothers, although they were young lads at the time, and would have done so if not for the intervention of Eyon's father.

For centuries Kieran had ached with pain, hurt and anger over it. It had taken quite sometime to overcome the pain. There had been times when he'd been so desperate to feel his mother's touch, to hear her say that she loved him, as she often would. But now he would have his own family, his own sons, to love. If only his beloved mother was still around to see it.

As Kieran took over in telling Nicole about their history, Eyon let his mind wander. It was his father who had found them. It was days, maybe weeks later; they had all lost count of time. His father's words penetrated his mind as he held him tightly. 'Ye 'ave survived, my son, to fight another day.'

Furious and grief stricken, his father had sworn revenge, killing all that crossed his path, until it was foretold by a Seer that he would have a new family. The pain had caused his father, Laird Callum, to reach out to a local female Seer. She informed him that his son and nephew would one day mate with a human and this would ensure the continuation of the race, his bloodline, as well as mend past hurt and pain.

This appeared so improbable to his father, who had taken on such hatred for humans to escape the hurt, that the matter was referred to a greater authority, the Gargoyle Council. The Council had corroborated the Seer's story, but the matter was still universally discredited in the clan. Humans were considered the enemy. The clan would have never allowed a union of this nature, until now. Nicole unconscious caress of his hand pulled him from his thoughts.

Eyon looked at her tear-filled eyes as she listened patiently while Kieran painfully relived the last five centuries. She had no idea the impact she was about to make on the men's lives. Eyon's felt a tightening in his chest when he saw her tears. He observed the strain on Kieran's face and knew that her tears affected him also.

"Do gargoyles still hate humans?" she whispered.

As soon as the words left her lips, Nicole wished she could call them back. But Kieran was already answering. "We will never hurt ye. So ye have no need to fear us." He used a hand to wipe her tears. "Nicole, dinna cry. Ye'll make yerself sick."

"It is a sad story." She smiled as he wiped away her flowing tears.

"Yes, but restrain yer tears, sweets. It was a long time ago. We bear no hatred anymore."

"I believe you, I don't know why, but I need some time to take all this in. It's not every day that you find out gargoyles do exist and you're the mate of not one but two..."

Kieran placed a hand to her lips, halting her trembling rush of words. "We both intend to love ye together. We also want ye to remain with us." At her blush, he grinned.

"I..." Nicole found herself unable to speak, her eyes locked on the smoldering expression defining Kieran's face. This was something the men obviously thought through. "I... how long?"

Kieran chuckled and in sync, both men got up and straightened their large forms. Eyon had returned to his human form.

Kieran reached down and gathered Nicole into his arms. "Forever, Nicole," he replied.

He slowly bent his head to kiss her lips, but she pulled back and stated, "Forever is a long time. What if I want to leave?"

At her words, a spark of anger sliced through them. Nicole could practically see their jaws grinding. She gulped as Eyon reacted. He turned her head towards his, cupped her face in his huge hands and looked into her eyes. Nicole felt flushed and breathless, her heart fluttering in her chest.

Eyon's eyes were dark and as cold as hardened steel. "Never," he growled.

Nicole shuddered at the harshness in his tone; it had an edge of near violence that said this was not debatable.

"Do ye care for us, Nicole?" Eyon's question got Nicole's undivided attention as her heart pounded loudly in her chest.

They sensed that she did, based on her reaction to them, but they needed to hear it from her lips.

"Do ye care for us, Nicole?"

Eyon asked the question again, a question Nicole couldn't seem to answer. She felt frozen and she shifted uneasily as she pondered her feelings. The silence lingered on as they waited for her answer. Her mild reeled with things to say, but nothing came forth. She wanted to say 'Yes, I care for you both, I may even love you,' but the words remained lodged in her throat.





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"Nicole," Kieran broke the silence, "we still await an answer."

Now she wanted to tell them to piss off for putting her in such a position. How could her seemingly normal life go from being boring to utterly mind-boggling? When did her life get so complicated?

"Ye are ours, Nicole," Kieran growled, "We cannot understand yer hesitancy and dishonesty in this. Nevertheless, ye'll come to accept us."

"As much as I want to stay here with you two, I need to sort out my own business. I have a job and a family. I'm not saying I won't come back. I'll even submit willingly...I...I just need a bit of time to get to know you more," she stated softly, a timid smile on her face.

"Nicole? Are ye telling us that ye're willing to stay and obey us?" Kieran questioned, bewildered at the sudden change.

She hesitated before answering. Two pairs of eyes held hers, one green and the other blue.

"Yes."

The men stared at Nicole long and hard, and then Eyon said, "Necessary arrangements will be made to oversee yer finances and yer clothing and other belongings will be arriving shortly."

Nicole was stunned speechless. Anger flared within her at the total injustice of it all. This is the year two thousand and eleven, was it not? Somehow, she felt like she had been transported back to medieval times.

"Tell me this, my lord and master," she hissed, "Are you going to beat me into submission? As I'll not stay here willingly."

"Would ye prefer that, ár ghrá?" Our love. Eyon whispered to her, as he positioned himself between her splayed thighs, laying half his body over hers.

Just as he bent his head to capture her lips, there was a knock on the door. He frowned.

"Who is it?" he roared.

"Aodh, my Laird."

"Is this a plot? Weren't my orders clear?"

Eyon cursed as he rose from the bed. He walked over to the closet, grabbed some clothing and quickly put them on. He turned his head towards Nicole, his eyes roaming over her naked body. Nicole blushed under Eyon's lustful scrutiny.

As if he had forgotten her, he turned and spoke to Kieran in Gaelic.

"Stay here," Eyon ordered without even looking back at Nicole.

"Yes, master," she replied acidulously.

"I have no time for yer childishness, Nicole," he retorted in a dismissive tone.

Nicole felt brittle. She wanted to scream loudly. She didn't particularly care for his tone of voice, speaking to her like she was his pet. "Men," she hissed tersely, "You're all alike."  "Oh, sweetheart, ye are so wrong. We aren't exactly men, as ye know," Kieran said, amusement mixed with something a little harsher in his voice.

"Damn right. Only an animal would keep someone against their will," she sneered.

Kieran's mouth formed a hard line, his eyes narrowing as he watched Nicole edge further towards the corner of the bed. Gritting his teeth, his eyes bright with barely controlled anger, he moved closer and reached for her.

Before Nicole knew what he was doing, Kieran had reached out and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her back towards him. He leaned forward until their faces almost touched. "Yer body and soul dinna belong to ye anymore, Nicole. They belong to us, both Eyon and I. Ye may choose to deny it, but eventually ye'll learn to obey and submit."

When he reached out to touch her face, Nicole flinched away.

"You're telling me what to do!? Making me you and Eyon's whore? Why? Why?"

"A whore has many powers, Nicole," he murmured, humor lacing his tone.

She digested this information with incredulity. Nicole was ready to strike at both of them. This was crazy! She wasn't some stupid cow. She was a person, with friends and family. She had a life, a job. How fucking dare them! If she'd had the power to strike them down, she would have. She glared at them, her angry eyes moving from one to the other.

"I'll not make it easy for you. You hear me? Sure, I may enjoy sleeping with both of you, but I'll never submit willingly. I despite you! Do you hear me? I despise both of you!"

Eyon wasn't pleased with Nicole's insolence, but needed to find out the reason behind their Steward's blatant disrespect of their orders. He looked at his mate's angry face. She was so sexy when angry; her brown eyes blazed hot like molten lava, seething and swirling in their circular pools, her generous breasts heaving. Gods of Valhalla, he wanted to fuck her again. But the woman had no discipline. A look of impatience flickered in his eyes as he turned to his cousin. "Sort her out, Kieran. I'll deal with her when I get back."

Tension played in Nicole's jaws as they snapped shut. So cocky, so sure, so presumptuous. Anger raged through her, but she said nothing. Eyon appraised her coolly for some seconds before he brusquely left.

Her eyes widened and her mind was a whirlwind of denial and disbelief of what was happening—to her.

With a single sweep, Kieran scanned Nicole's hurt and confused face. He sighed inwardly. He too was hurting, there was no denying it. Nicole made them weak, and her angelic face called to him in an unsettling manner. He steeled himself to remain impassive, it was damn hard. Damn hard. He so wanted to reach over and soothe her, but the woman would no doubt run roughshod over them if they showed their weakness. They wanted to claim her in every way. The woman was too stubborn. He reached out and caressed her face but she slapped his hand away.

Swearing loudly, Kieran rose from the bed and stood staring down at her. Nicole glowered up at him, not knowing exactly where to begin with her rage, a rage that was welling up inside her again, threatening to erupt.

"When can I speak to my family?" she gritted out.

Her request took him by surprise. Kieran eyed her carefully. "Not until ye behave, Nicole," he replied softly.

She returned his careful stare with emotionless eyes that in the intervening seconds gradually regained their icy luster.  "You will not get away with this!" she swore.  "No? It seems like we already have, my sweets." He bowed slightly in mockery.  The fiend seemed to have no care at all, and this fact dimmed her spirits.  "You may hold me here by force, but know this. I will never willingly submit!" she spat.

"Sure 'bout that?"

He loomed over her, large and intimidating, he apparently still needed to feel in charge. Well, if he, or the other devil called Eyon, thought they had won, she'd teach them that it wasn't always possible to best a woman hellbent on getting her way.

"Ye will stop this nonsense and learn to obey us, Nicole, or suffer the consequences," Kieran replied in a tone that implied she had better obey.

"I...I will find a way out. Look...just let me go and I'll say nothing about this."

Kieran chuckled at her words, but she did not find him at all amusing. Nicole glared daggers at him, but remained quiet.

"Nicole, we'll keep ye in chains if we have to," he stated casually.

She gritted her teeth and tried hard not to show her fears as he continued to smile that unnerving smile. His teeth shone white in the dim light.

Kieran kept his sharp eyes on his mate. She was glowering at him with mingled fear and hatred as she said, "Is that the only way you can keep a woman?"

"No, they usually are more than willing, my sweets." He grinned openly at her and moved in close. "Get some rest. We shouldn't be long." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

Nicole closed her eyes briefly, then opened them to stare into his. She gave nothing away of her inner turmoil and she turned her face away as a lone tear rolled down her cheek.

Kieran, unable to bear the sight of her crying and equally unable to give her what she wanted, finally turned and angrily strode from the room.

Nicole got up and had a shower. When she came out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see that the bed linens had been changed and the room was tidied up. Climbing back into bed, she snuggled under the warm, soft bedding. She was both physically and mentally exhausted. Her eyes closed of their own accord, she was that tired. At last, she dozed and her sleep became deeper.

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Gargouille Ch. 06



Hi readers!

Here is chapter 06. I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks for all the lovely feedbacks and emails. I am very grateful. Thanks to my wonderful editor Angelicsounds, who is ever so lovely and helpful.

I have reposted the story. There were some areas I had left out that links with chap 7

Chapter 06-

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Now in the privacy of his study, Laird Eyon walked towards Aodh.

"What goes on here?"

He stared at his steward angrily. Aodh stroked the red goatee on his chin but didn't meet Eyon's eyes.

"Aodh, speak up or I swear ye'll die for this!" Eyon growled in Gaelic.

"I am sorry, Laird Eyon," Aodh answered quickly, head bowed, "The Alistairs were attacked." Aodh looked up at him, his face white and tense.

"Attacked?" Eyon said, incredulous, "What the fuck? I've just seen the Alistairs a few days ago. What kind of rumors are they spreading?" Eyon frowned, staring at the man across from him.

"No rumors, my Lord. Brae was injured during the attack. Pierce can explain to ye what happened. He was there, at the scene," Aodh stated.

Anger coursed through Eyon as he digested the information. He turned flashing eyes to the younger man. "What happened?" he demanded.

"Well...Brae has been seeing a wolf. I was told by the locals that they were seen together, earlier on."

"She has been seeing a shifter?"

"It's been going on for about a month now, Laird Eyon. I did warn her," Pierce said, shaking his head in sorrow, "I was heading towards Kiloran Bay Beach when I heard a soft moan. Sounded like someone was in pain."

The sickness and the fury that gripped Eyon suddenly held him momentarily paralyzed. That someone, another shifter, could actually come into their territory and attack those they swore to protect. His mind flew to Nicole. Thank the stars they had her with them, safe. He fought to control his anger as his jaw twitched.

"Go on."

"Yes, my Laird," Pierce continued, flushed, "I saw what looked like a female's body on the shores and a figure hovering over her. I shouted, but the person just took off." Pierce glanced hesitantly at Eyon and saw his scowl.

"Should I continue, my Laird?"

"Obviously, and be quick about it," Eyon answered dryly, the anger unmistakable in his tone.

"Y-Yes, my Laird," Pierce stuttered. "When I realized who the female was, I rushed over. I didn't actually see the attacker's face, the figure moved so fast. I gave chase, but the person suddenly stopped and then chanted something at me. I was unable to move after that."

"The attacker chanted words at ye," Eyon murmured. "Did ye recognize the language?"

"No, it sounded strange. I was sick after that, so very sick," Pierce answered.

Eyon felt as sick as the young gargoyle looked. His face was rigid as he fought to keep his wrath under control.

"When did this occur?" The sudden sound of Kieran's voice boomed from behind them.

The young gargoyle shivered and trembled, not knowing which was worse, Laird Kieran's potent rage or Laird Eyon's murderous looks, so evident in the dark demeanor of his face and the onyx color of his eyes. Aodh, who was more used to the men's barks, didn't flinch or move an inch.

"'Twas yesterday, my Liege."

"What? And why are we only just being informed?" Kieran barked.

Aodh shifted. "No one knew, Laird Kieran. Her parents just told us of the incident. 'Tis believed they were afraid to come to us, Laird Kieran. And Pierce was unable to speak or move."

Kieran's face softened. "No one is to be blamed. Where is Brae now?"

"Still at her parents' house."

"Take her to the healer and ensure she is being guarded," Eyon stated, "and take young Pierce with ye."

The lad's loud gasp of disbelief filled the air, but he was also pleased.

Aodh looked at Eyon in disbelief and shook his head in astonishment. "Have a care, Laird Eyon. Young Pierce will only slow me down."

"I'm not asking," Eyon brought him up with a sharp voice of warning. "Now, try telling me no."

With a sigh of resignation, Aodh backed away from the threat. "Yes, Laird Eyon, it will be as ye wish," he muttered.

Aodh bowed and took his leave, Pierce following closely on his heels.

"Shit!" Eyon swore. He turned to Kieran. "We have to find who did this."

"Aye, and quick," was Kieran's grim reply, "or soon there will be chaos and anarchy."

"What detained ye so long?" Eyon asked rather sharply.

"Need ye ask?" Kieran sighed.

Eyon's face softened and then suddenly he laughed, causing Kieran to laugh also. "She's a fiery little sweetness, isn't she?"

"Aye," Kieran grinned.

Sobering, Eyon turned away and walked over to the closed door, his back to Kieran. He stood rigidly as he contemplated what must be done. Firm hands on his shoulders saw some of the tension ease from his body. This was why they were chosen as leaders, their cunning and fast thinking, superior strength, control over their clan's men and the ability to get people to do as they command, which was a skill few possessed.

They would have to rely on those skills now.

* * * *

Nicole had awakened feeling sore and stiff, and yet, deliciously satisfied. Remembering the men, she began to smile. Beneath her conflicting emotions, she felt a sense of safety.

Admit it; she told herself, you're enjoying this.

Wanton, she accused herself.

She abhorred their caveman treatment of her, yes, but through all the 'do-as-I-say' treatment, she had remained fascinated by it all. Never in her life had she experienced such pleasure as they had given her.

She didn't hear the opening of the door, yet she sensed their presence. Their individual scents were intoxicating. She turned to stare at them as they approached the bed. Their countenances were impossible to read; yet she knew they bore no anger towards her. Their eyes were mysterious but the underlying fire of lust blazed within. She gasped instinctively and shivered.

She wasn't afraid, so why was she shivering?

The men watched her with sharp, hawkish eyes as they came closer, seeing a prize they had never thought attainable. Their eyes caressed her from head to toe, her body so firm, yet soft, and all theirs to do with as they wished. She was such a prize, so beautiful, so fiery.

"Are ye cold, Nicole?" asked Eyon as they came and sat down on either side of her.

"No," Nicole said, fighting to remain cool and aloof, rather than showing them how much their nearness affected her.

Eyon raised a brow and smiled, his tone mocking. "Well, dinna look at us like that, unless ye want a nice spanking."

To her surprise and annoyance, his smile turned dark and his eyes gleamed seductively. The sexy glint in Kieran's eyes told her just how appealing that thought was to him as well.

Nicole eyes widened. "Are you threatening me?" she questioned, "I'll have you know, I am not afraid of you. If I were a man you wouldn't make such threats." Nicole could have kicked herself as soon as she said it.

Kieran spoke then. He guessed she was spoiling for a fight so she could slap him again. He knew she was still angry with them and he wasn't in the mood for her defiance, yet he couldn't resist rattling her tempers.

"If ye were a man, ye wouldn't be in this plight now, would ye?"

Nicole's face heated considerably. Their arrogance was outrageous, but she wanted them, despite her protests to the contrary. Her cheeks heated when she thought of her own participation in their love making. There were so many parts of this mess that made her angry, she didn't know what to scream about first. But, she had to get her act together because she had to leave this place. Though, it didn't look like she would be leaving anytime soon.

So, best not be too hopeful, she reminded herself.

"Are ye still angry, Nicole?" Kieran spoke so low, it was as if he was talking to a child.

Nicole rolled her eyes at him. "Was I angry?"

Kieran's eyebrow lifted in amusement. "Ye weren't angry?"

"Hmm, now why would ye think that, my Laird?" she grumbled, mimicking his accent.

A strange expression crossed Kieran's face before his laughter rang out, loud and booming in the bedchambers. He sobered at her furious look and said something to Eyon in a language Nicole was unfamiliar with. Nicole pretended not to hear it. They did not look at her expectantly, as if she should have heard, not that she understood a word of it anyway. Instead, she let out an unladylike snort.

"Who was at the door?" she questioned.

Both men considered the question for a moment. Then Eyon cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip.

"It was Aodh," Eyon answered. At her wary look, he added, "'Tis nothing for ye to worry about."

"What? Is something wrong?"

She received no reply, which only made her more leery.

Eyon didn't want her to be suspicious. He smiled down at her, his fingers still caressing her cheek. "Kieran and I will sort the matter."

He didn't want to give her any additional information and she didn't need to know anymore than that, in his mind.

Although she was still in a state of confusion and indecision, Nicole knew he was holding something back. His face remained an icy mask, though he gave her a soft, reassuring smile that only made her flinch.

"Liar!" She pouted like a child and pulled away from him. Men, they're all the same, thinking with their dicks half the time. No wonder the brains were only passed down to women, she thought ruefully.

She glared at Kieran, then Eyon. It was a form of controlling her, that's what it was. She wanted to talk to them more, but they were only keeping secrets. That meant they didn't want her to know something. It made her angry.

"Nicole, I am not in the habit of repeating myself. But once again, I will remind ye that we will not take impertinence from ye!"

Eyon's voice was full of warning. The sound of her name in such a domineering tone, deep and gravely, made her core swell and pulse. She wanted to ask him to repeat it, over and over. Instead, she hissed.

"Animals. "

They were more affected by her words than they cared to admit, but displayed none of their feelings outwardly. Both men were aware of her vexation and it saddened them, but matters could not be helped. They could tell she really didn't understand, reading the conflicting mix of emotions on her face. They wanted to share this with her, but not at the expense of hurting her.

"Nicole," Kieran pleaded his voice husky and pained. Never in their lives had they ever had to beg. Nicole was their weakness, if she only knew the power she had over them.

Nicole shot him a dirty look. "What?"

Kieran sighed and conjured up all his gargoyle strength, all his self-discipline. He had taken down powerful warlords with just the sound of his voice, but this was different, this was their mate, and he was weak where she was concerned. Taking a deep breath, he struggled to maintain control. Reaching out he captured a small hand in his larger one, studying the delicate curve of her long slender fingers, so soft and gentle, yet strong. He swallowed the bile building up in his throat.

"We have to go way for a few days."

Nicole looked at him with a frown of confusion. "Away?"

"We know it's abrupt, but there are some matters we have to take care of, Nicole. There's no need to feel alone. Eyon and I want ye to be comfortable. This is now yer home, become a part of it. Make any changes ye want."

Needing to touch her as well, Eyon lifted his hand and rested it on her shoulder, watching her closely for any reaction to what Kieran had just said. He waited, his eyes narrowing as he watched her, again observing the conflicting play of emotions on her lovely face.

As she digested Kieran's statement, Nicole turned her head, looking over his shoulder. Their intense stares made her feel so awkward. Where did she fit in all this? They had planned everything about her life, where she lived, whom she slept with. Confusion, rage and bitterness rose within her and, like clockwork, she quickly replaced it with an icy detachment.

"Well, have a good trip," she said nonchalantly.

The men stiffened.

"Nicole..." Eyon sighed and dropped his hand, "Are ye going to be difficult? Because..."

"Difficult?" she cut him off, a mutinous gleam sparkled in her dark eyes.

"Nicole," Kieran said, hesitantly, "Ye'll be okay."

She snorted. "Do I sound like I care? What you choose to do is none of my concern." Nicole knew she sounded silly; even to her own ears the sound of pretense was obvious.

Eyon looked away from the scene with another sigh, rubbing tiredly at his eyes, seeking to relieve the ache that had begun to form in his skull.

"'Tis hard for us to leave ye like this, sweets," he said, his voice laced with barely restrained anguish. "We can sense that ye are confused as to why we have to leave ye now..." he paused, not really wanting to reveal too much, but he had to soothe her.

"I want to go home! NOW!" she growled before looking away with a stubborn pout. Her body was trembling.

They stared at her for a moment. "This is not what ye were saying an hour ago when ye were screaming our names," Kieran retorted.

She sucked her teeth at his statement. "I want to go home." 

"Home?" Eyon looked blankly at her. 

"Yes. My home," she elaborated.

"We will ne'er give ye what ye wish, so ye might as well make the best of it," Eyon said sternly.

"These are civilized times. You can't just hold someone and keep them as your property."

"Well, we're not exactly civilized people," he replied.

Nicole could feel the determination of both men, coupled with their desire and possessiveness, like a living force all around her. Nicole was no fool, she knew she had power over the pair, but she wasn't sure how to wield it as yet. She would keep quiet for now, despite her mind telling her to scream and rage. She would go about this cautiously and be careful not to lose herself to them.

Eyon shot Kieran a quick glance and saw that he was just as angry. His first instinct was to take Nicole in his arms, but he knew she would resist.

"Nicole," Eyon managed through his anger.

She turned and he saw the tears, Kieran must have sensed them too. As they both reached out to hold her, she jumped away from them with a speed that had her head spinning. Nicole stumbled as she stood up and they hurried to catch her before she hit the floor.

Nicole moaned, she was so sore. The men noted her discomfort. They should have felt guilty for working her over so much, but they didn't.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, as they reached out to assist her.

They ignored her outburst and, very gently, Kieran lifted her into his arms and took her over to the bed, laying her onto her side. They watched as she pulled the blanket up to her neck, closed her eyes and curled up into a ball.

Their first instincts were to lay with her, but reason returned. This was a dilemma indeed. Without trust, she would resist them. They really wanted her to be happy, but did not have the time to feel guilty. Kieran sighed and looked over at Eyon with a silent nod.

"Stay in bed and rest." Kieran bent down and kissed her forehead, followed by Eyon. "We'll have Moira send food up to ye."

Eyon closed his eyes briefly. Assailed with images of their mate being harmed, he groaned as the recollection of his mother's death re-surfaced and it was chilling. He lifted his hands to caress her, but Kieran stopped him. In Gaelic, Kieran said, "If we give in, we'll never be able to leave."

The truth behind those words stopped him and his arms fell to his side. He turned and they both left the room without a further word to her.

On hearing the soft click of the door closing, Nicole wanted to laugh. She wanted to scream. She wanted to rush to the men and throw herself into their arms. And while Kieran held her close, she would eagerly examine their faces whilst wrestling with the conflicting urges that surged through her body. She wanted to touch them, but she couldn't.

Instead, when they returned, she would stare them down boldly, summoning every ounce of courage that she'd painstakingly cultivated over the years to deal with her mother's domineering behavior. They made her feel things she had no business feeling, at least not for men who had done the things that they had done. They were keeping her hostage, with their prehistoric caveman 'I-am-your-master, do-as-I-say' attitudes.

She might have been raised to abhor violence, but she wasn't worried about causing wounds. And who could blame her? After all, her mental state was quite fragile at the moment.

Nicole cried herself to sleep shortly thereafter.

* * * *

Later, Laird Eyon and Laird Kieran gathered their clansmen in the library. An enormous fireplace extended across one wall, providing warmth for the huge room. The men sat in silence. The silence, however, had only lasted a few moments before Eyon was on his feet and a cry like that of a lion in a slaughterhouse escaped his throat.

"In the name of God!" he shouted, "How did they manage to get to her? Haven't we killed enough of these blasted infidels to satisfy our bleeding consciences?"

He brought his hard fist crashing down upon the table, cracking it as the contents went flying. His enthusiasm had fired up all his brethren.

"I dinna know, she was wearing her pendant," Aodh said nervously, glancing from Laird Eyon to Laird Kieran.

"Do ye think they are using the sleeping powers of the Olden Ones?"

Kieran sighed, turning to look at a visibly angry Eyon. He understood, because he felt the same. Eyon didn't speak aloud, but he didn't need to. Their bond with Nicole was strong and it connected them emotionally, and physically. Their mate's safety was now their main priority.

Eyon took a minute to digest this before he answered. "I think tis possible. It is part of the gargoyle magic. We all have the ability."

Kieran then turned to Aodh. "Has Brae been able to identify her attacker as of yet?"

Aodh shook his head. "She's still unconscious. The healer said by the looks of her wounds, it's definitely the work of a shifter."

Eyon walked over towards the hearth and added more wood to the fire. He turned to face them, his arms folded across his massive chest. The stance was casual, the look in his piercing green eyes anything but. The frown he wore made the fire in the grate behind him seemed cold in comparison. Then he said, ''we have to protect her family at all cost." There was no mistaking the meaning.

The Alistairs were great allies to the clan. It was their duty to protect them. His thoughts drifted to their mate sleeping soundlessly in their rooms, knowing that they would kill any one who tried to harm her. Damn them! He would see them all dead. He groaned and the sound came out as a soft rumble.

The flames flickered around the room. Like Eyon, the other equally angry gargoyles knew their first responsibility lay in protecting their people, as well some humans.

"Who is capable of committing such an atrocity?" Eyon's father snarled.

Bhaltair came to Eyon's mind. He clenched his hands into tight fists as he thought on the gargoyle. Even though he had never liked or fully trusted the man, he couldn't believe he would dare attack a human. Not when they were mending years of distrust.

"Unfortunately, there are other shifters that dinna respect human life the way we do. As Guardians we have to stamp out those few," stated Jonas Mackintosh, a new and eager recruit.

Eyon looked up as the young gargoyle spoke. His scowled deepened as he listened to the young lad. Why was he even here anyway? Eyon looked at the tawny haired young boy. His eyes darkened as he stared at him thoughtfully. "How old are ye?"





Gargouille Ch. 06



Jonas gave the Laird a startled look and seemed shaken by the question. "I ..." he began, then stopped as Eyon sighed and gave him a dismissive look.

A soft chuckle broke the silence.

"Dane of Dunked!" Kieran's voice was angry. "Ye have something to say?"

Kieran was upset to see the gargoyle there. There was no love loss between them. The last time he saw the Lowlander was three years ago when they had had a heated argument during one of the weekly clan meetings.

"No, my Laird," he replied, his tone mocking.

Kieran smiled and with a contemptuous shrug of the shoulders, he said scornfully, "I only know ye as a coward, why are ye even here?"

Launching himself from his chair, face pale with fury, Dane growled, "I am no coward."

He paused suddenly, for while Kieran stood unmoving, his eyes said it all, they were chilling and deadly. Dane's expression became terrified and fretful. He made sure to stay clear away from Kieran because, of course, he was afraid to die, but he still fought to hold his tongue.

Kieran watched the foolish gargoyle's outbreak of rage in silent mockery. "What will ye do, Sassenach?" asked Kieran sharply.

Shifting uncomfortably, Dane cast a frightened look towards Laird Eyon. The Laird wore a dark scowl.

Eyon did not feign surprise; Kieran's hatred of the Dunked gargoyle was madness in him. He remembered the angry words they had exchanged when Dane had presented the Elders with the notion that Laird Mac Thomas, Kieran's father, should be taken off the council, as he was all but a corpse since his wife had died. When Dane had named a new member, his sire, Kieran had declared war.

When the Elders had protested that the young gargoyle was no warrior, or match for Kieran, Dane had replied, "I see no warrior here, only a washed up gargoyle."

Not even Eyon had been able to calm that storm. Dane had suffered a concussion that day and Kieran had stormed out in a cold rage. It had taken another loss of one of their brethren to reconcile them. Neill's death and the grief they had shared over his passing to stone state had ended their standoff. Sighing, he looked at the scene before him. Now was not the time.

Dane knew better than to defy Kieran when the wrath was on him. If the years had not quenched Kieran's thirst for revenge, no words of his would help. At a loss at what to do, Eyon's eyes narrowed as Dane of Dunked fell to his knees. "Spare me, my Liege! Have a heart."

Kieran stared down with contempt at the pleading Lowlander. Compassion for cowards had never been one of his virtues. Turning back to face the others, Kieran said simply, "Leave my presence."

Dane seemed distressed by this order and paused a moment before he replied, "My Liege, ye want me to leave?"

No one said a word for several minutes. Then Eyon spoke up. Something cold moved in his eyes. "I believe ye were told to leave," he stated.

There were many murmurs of agreement.

The young gargoyle looked as though he was going to protest. Instead, he lowered his eyes respectfully and managed a weak nod. Then he turned and fled from the room, holding his head.

The occupants watched him flee. Silence reigned for long moments. No one spoke and the silence was painful. Suddenly, Pierce cleared his throat and addressed the group, drawing attention to himself.

"He'll remember that, Laird Kieran," Pierce warned.

The look he received from Kieran could have turned him to stone.

Kieran sneered. "And ye'd be telling me this because?"

"Sorry, my Laird." Pierce apologized nervously, clearly afraid of Kieran's anger. Briefly, he wondered what it would be like to have a duel with the Laird and decided that he would rather not know. Bad enough to face other shifters every day, a fight with Kieran was too dreadful to even contemplate.

Mumbling a curse word in Gaelic, Eyon pointed out dryly, "The lad is right."

"Well I pray that he is," Kieran replied, "If he forgets, Pierce can be a good lap dog and remind him." He looked over at Pierce, who stood motionless.

Kieran glanced around the room. "Do ye know how I long to kill someone? Wait until I get a hold of his kinsfolk, Bhaltair."

A smile touched Eyon's lips. "I do believe ye mean it."

Eyon then turned and addressed the group. "We know nothing of who this enemy could be. Does any one have any ideas at all?"

"Unfortunately not," someone grumbled.

Eyon glanced over at Kieran. The two men just stared at each other, a silent message passing between them. Then, understanding his cousin's meaning, Eyon nodded in agreement.

Kieran sighed. The anger was leaving him as suddenly as it had come. He couldn't think straight these last few days. Everything angered him, the clan, his father, even Eyon. He knew Eyon was just as riled up.

The momentary silence was broken when Kieran said, "Pierce, can ye do some searching?"

The young gargoyle was startled, but he did not dare look his Laird in the eyes.

"Speak up, young man," said Laird Callum.

Pierce looked swiftly from one Laird to the other. He began to answer with a movement of his head so slight that the occupants wondered if they had imagined it. The lad's lips were moving and they realized that he was speaking. Having missed the first of his words, they listened intently to catch the rest, hoping to make sense of his rumblings.

"Cat got your goddamn tongue, boy?" drawled Lee Donovan, his southern accent deep and commanding.

There was another silence around the table. The fire snapped and crackled. Pierce surveyed the men's eyes, some bright and watchful, others angry. Only Kieran and Eyon's were unreadable. He grimaced, praying for the meeting to be over.

Eyon eyes softened and he regarded Pierce with patience; he noted the youth's fear and spoke softly. "Take yer time, lad. We're listening."

Pierce smiled and continued.

****

Since it was bound to be a long stint, they left strict instruction that Nicole, their treasure, was to be guarded at all times. Another gargoyle was left to oversee her safety until they returned.

As they prepared to depart, Eyon's mind drifted, lost in memories, remembering the feel of Nicole's soft body against his muscular one. His cock twitched and he cursed himself. He did not need the distraction now.

"I promise, Lieges, that ye won't be disappointed with me. I will guard yer mate with my life." Roan's voice pulled him from his reverie.

His lips tightened as he remembered his last discussion with the young gargoyle. He hadn't been that impressed. "I hope for yer sake, Roan, that ye're right. I would hate for ye to spend the rest of yer young life in stones or as stone. We'll be back within a matter of days." He stretched his hand out and grabbed the man. "See that no harm befalls her." Eyon warned him.

Roan blinked, alarmed, although he wasn't surprised by the Laird's behavior. For a moment he was speechless. "I will Laird Eyon, Laird Kieran," he croaked. He felt the heated look of Kieran burning holes in his back. He stumbled as Eyon abruptly released him and walked away. He then turned and watched as they shape-shifted into their natural form, stepping outside and taking flight into the night.

****

For the next three days Nicole was left at the mansion with the numerous servants of the household, but otherwise quite alone. The first day she spends in solitude, brooding about having neither friends, nor family, only a house full of staff. At nights she found herself eager for the men to return. Since their departure, Nicole was always dragging herself to get out of bed, to eat breakfast, lunch and sometimes dinner.

Nicole suffered from this indoor isolation, crying most of the time. But despite the isolative feeling, Nicole was anxious to discover- what beauty lies out doors. Nicole was bored beyond belief, not that she had to be. As much Nicole felt alone, she was not; the staff had been doing every thing in their powers to make her a part of the family, and had tried several times to engage her in the running of the household. Nicole wanted to get involve. It was just that she didn't feel useful.

By nature, Nicole was an active out-door person. Now, she exudes absolutely no spark or virility. Making her self unhappy, and for what reason? She just couldn't stand to watch herself mope around the bedroom anymore. . And there was nothing new to discover--accept—going out doors, that is.

This she did on the second day.

Nicole, determined to spend that morning exploring the outside grounds, opened the door and spoke to Roan. He jumped, as if startled. Nicole stifled a smile. She pretended as if she wasn't aware that he was guarding her. Roan was a burly oaf of a man with a barrel chest, which he carried well due to his height. He had a fiery head of hair set atop a handsome, devilish face that was always smiling.

He was always lurking in the background. Wherever she was, he was there also. Yet, he never infringed on her privacy. Nicole knew the men had left him to guard her and she thought the whole affair silly. As she looked at Roan's flushed face, she lifted her gaze to his eyes and asked him to call Alana to her room. He gave her a warm look, then bowed and left to do her bidding.

When Alana arrived Nicole made her purpose known.

"It will be my pleasure to accompany you, my lady," said Alana, as she detached a blue apron from around her waist, folded it neatly, then placed it on a side table near the door, signifying her readiness to attend her mistress. Nicole said nothing as she was led outdoors.

The large mansion was well situated and commanded stunning views across parts of the mountains of Colonsay. Access to the mansion was either by air or sea. At the west side of the mansion, there was a splendid garden; it would be difficult to imagine a less promising place to establish a garden...Nicole was speechless.

Other parts of the garden provided the house with fruit and vegetables, growing raspberries and strawberries. It would be difficult to imagine a less promising place to establish a garden, especially in a region where the weather can be so unpredictable. Scottish climate was a challenge.

Alana told her that Eyon's mother had had a lifelong passion for gardening, and that Eyon had oversaw the development of the two gardens. Nicole was speechless, as she couldn't envision Eyon planting flowers and fruits.

Later, she was taken to a marshy type area which was watered by what seemed like a river or a lake, which flowed below the courtyard and south wing of the mansion. Another eye popping feature was on the roof of the mansion there was a platform, which could be used as a private area to sit out on or to observe the surrounding grounds? Nicole was amazed and could scarcely believe her eyes; ...the exterior was just as splendid as the interior. She was now mistress of this domain, but at what price?

Later, she was taken to a marshy type area which was watered by what seemed like a river or a lake that flowed below the courtyard and south wing of the mansion. Another eye popping feature was the roof of the mansion; it had a raised platform, which could be used as a private area to observe the surrounding grounds.

Nicole was amazed and could scarcely believe her eyes; the exterior was just as splendid as the interior. She was now mistress of this domain, but at what price?

She glanced around curiously as Alana pointed toward the distant mountain. "I grew up in those mountains, right near the border of Ireland."

Nicole smiled. "That's wonderful. Did the men grow up there also?" She turned an inquiring glance to Alana.

Alana looked thoughtfully at her mistress, wondering how much to disclose. "Well, yes and no," she finally replied.

Nicole's gaze narrowed, but it held a hint of laughter. Alana couldn't seem to meet her eyes; she kept looking over Nicole's shoulder.

A rustling sound came from behind them, sounding like a nest of flapping birds. Nicole turned to see Moira approaching. She paused and curtsied and her cheeks were pinkish. "Begging yer pardon, my lady, but there be a missive for ye. It's from the Lairds, madam."

Nicole sighed and took the letter from her. It seems I can get no answers from these people. She made her way back to the manor, followed closely by Alana and Moira. Halfway there, the trio was met by Roan. "Are ye ready to go back to the house, my lady?" he asked her.

She nodded her head, suddenly feeling tired.

Roan nodded and escorted her to back to the manor. "Have a good nap, my lady," he said as he opened the bedroom door for her.

"Thank you, Roan," she smiled as he bowed and closed the door. Nicole then eagerly tore open the letter.

Several hours later however, Nicole was not asleep. She lay in silent wakefulness. An overwhelming cascade of thoughts and emotions screamed and rammed at her skull before subsiding to a dull throb and a whisper. She had eventually fallen asleep sometime after midnight.

It had been a very tiring three days. Night after night, she sat up staring out into space, certain that she was in the twilight zone, and hoping that she would wake up. But, that evening, she was rereading the message she had gotten from the men. It wasn't apparent who penned it, since she wasn't familiar with their penmanship. The content however, had both startled and pleased her. It was filled with apologies and said that they would be home in the evening of that third day. It ended with, our treasure, we love you.

Did they? Should she believe them? Devon had said the same words, but they weren't Devon. Maybe she was just seeing them through a distorted lens; one warped by an old, good for nothing ex-boyfriend and the humiliation she had endured at Donna's viper tongue.

Perhaps I'm only a sexually frustrated accountant after all, she thought miserably. Sighing loudly, she glanced over at the bedside clock; it was nearly suppertime.

She remained miserable as her thoughts drifted to yesterday.

It was almost midnight. Unable to sleep, Nicole was still up when Alana had knocked and slowly opened the door. At Nicole's enquiring look, she smiled and handed her mobile phone to her.

For a long time, Nicole had just stared at it, gawking at the small instrument; certain if she blinked it would disappear.

"The Lairds said you would be needing this," Alana said, her voice soft and musical.

Something seemed different about Alana but Nicole couldn't quite place it. She looked almost like an ethereal being. Was she a gargoyle also? A muscle in Nicole's jaw twitched as her senses became sharper. Confused, she looked away from Alana.

"Thank you," she replied, attempting to smile. "I would like some privacy."

"Of course, my lady." Alana left then, curtseying as per usual. Nicole just rolled her eyes.

Tentatively, she looked at the phone, staring in disbelief. She shook her head to regain her focus. There were more important things to do right then, rather than dwell on why she was given the phone. Hands shaking, she started to dial 999, only to stop. A bubble welled up in the back of her parched throat, almost choking her. She closed her eyes and swallowed. If she called, what would she say? She was sleeping with two mythical creatures that wouldn't let her leave? There was a thought, a thought that made her laugh.

They would no doubt classify her as insane and lock her away. Instead, Nicole scrolled through her contacts for 'mom', then pressed the phone icon. After four rings, she heard, "Who is this?" The voice sounded annoyed. It had been late, well past midnight.

"It's me, mom," Nicole squeaked.

"Nicole! My God," her mom had cried, "I called the police three times. What in blazes is going on?" Her voice sounded hoarse as if she had been crying. Cursing is more like it, thought Nicole.

Nicole felt guilty and began to apologize, only for her mom to cut her off.

"You can be so uncaring at times, Nicole, leaving me to worry so much. Once again you thought of no one else but yourself. "

Nicole closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as anger flared through her. Leave it to her mom to make it about herself.

Nicole wanted to cut off the phone in her mom's ears, but she knew it would make matters worse; her mom was a true termagant. After thirty minutes of scolding, she later hung up the phone, feeling drained of energy. She hadn't gotten a word in. Her mom had dominated the conversation.

Seething with anger, Nicole checked her emails. Her head throbbed. There were one hundred and twenty new messages. She clicked to her inbox and scrolled through. Most of the messages were from work, her mother or Keisha. She sighed and opened the last email from Keisha, which had been sent two days ago.

To: nicky_dl

From: sweetness4re

Subject: Hiya sweetie

Nicky D, I bet you are too busy to call...lol. I heard all is well anyway, so call when free, you lucky bitch.

Love, Keisha

Nicole reread the message over and over in a trance. How did Keisha know she was okay? Someone had to have told her. Who did she know at work that knew Keisha?

Well, there was Ewan, and only because Keisha normally stopped by the Bank during lunch and kept nagging Nicole to introduce them, gushing about how hot he was. Nicole had reluctantly given in. Could Ewan have told her?

As soon as she had this thought, the answer was blatantly clear. Keisha was sleeping with Nicole's boss. No wonder the bitch had forgotten to pick her up from the airport. Nicole was seething with anger by the time she typed a response.

From: nicky_dl

To: sweetness4re

Subject: Hiya slapper

Are you sleeping with my boss? Damn it, Keisha. Why?

Nicole

Nicole threw the phone on the floor and slumped down on the bed. Why? A frustrated tear ran down the side of her face. Can I trust no one?

She just hoped the cutting email pissed Keisha off so she would call. Calling her a slapper would no doubt do the job. Hell, no one liked to be called a whore. Nicole wanted to cuss out someone. As for Ewan, god help him when she spoke to or saw him again. Bloody ingrate, how dare he!

She accepted the part that she was to be blamed as well. Maybe if she hadn't slept with Kieran in the first place, she wouldn't be in this predicament. Sighing, she rubbed her aching forehead. There wasn't much point pondering since she couldn't be sure.

The sound of an owl's hoot snapped Nicole out of her jumbled reverie; bring her back to the present. Dusk was beginning to fall when she got up, quickly donned some warm attire and quietly slipped out of the manor undetected. Roan wasn't stationed at her door and she was happy for that. She needed some fresh air to clear her foggy mind.

Tonight, Nicole wanted only to see the stars and smell the fresh air before the men returned. She hated being cooped up inside the large mansion.

Outside, Nicole swallowed a lungful of the cold evening air and began her slow walk towards the lake. She couldn't help but notice the bright full moon as it illuminated the sky. It really was a beautiful sight to see. She stood at the edge of the water, smiling and looking around the island. She could see nothing but water. How the hell do they travel? Did they fly everywhere? She wondered. There was no boat or even a helicopter in sight, no one to rescue her.

"Where's that fucker Christopher Columbus when you needed him," Nicole said out loud, "Bloody bastard would no doubt enslave my black ass." She laughed at her own jest.

And then, what was supposed to be a quiet time to reflect turned into a nightmare. Listening to the soft burble of the rushing water, she began to hum a soft melody from the tune 'What a difference a day makes.'

Lost in her own thoughts, Nicole was unaware that she was being watched, and not by the guard at her door. So she never heard the figure that approached her and forcefully grabbed her by the arm, which caused her to startle in alarm.




Gargouille Ch. 06



"Finally, their prize is unguarded," said a gruff voice.

She was powerless to struggle against the strong arms that held her. Fear cooled her blood and circulated with every rapid beat of her heart. Closing her eyes, she tried to recite the Lord's Prayer. She yelped in fright as the figure tossed her into the rushing waters, without care or pity.

While falling, Nicole caught the low branch of a nearby tree and clung to it with all the tenacity a deadly fear could inspire. The rush of the foaming torrent was in her ears, and its snowy spray covered her face, her clothes, and hair, as she swung over it. She closed her eyes and dared not look, but her lips continued to pray for help. And then, the branch snapped. She hit the freezing water with a splash and quickly sank underneath.

Nicole fought to stay above water but her heavy clothing pulled her under. She began to thrash, wishing she had taken her swimming lessons more serious. She cried as she sunk further. Suddenly, she felt powerful arms lifting her from the freezing water and cradling her as if she had been a babe.

Roan grabbed his mistress in frantic haste before she was sucked under again. He hastened towards the clearing and placed her on her back. With rapid speed, he tore her wet clothing off and wrapped his plaid around her. He placed a hand on her heart before he opened and rubbed her clenched fingers. He pressed his wet cheek to her cold face, and his ear to her mouth, to ascertain whether or not she lived. But, the motion of her limbs confirmed she did, as did chattering teeth.

Nicole's pulse throbbed, slowing down as panic ceased. She opened her eyes and stared at Roan. It took considerable effort for her to talk and despite him telling her not to, she did.

"Am I alive?" she croaked, coughing up small drops of water. At his nod, she shivered and buried her face in his chest.

Roan let out a harsh breath of relief, both for her and himself. The Lairds were still going to kill him, but he would die happy, happy to know the mistress was okay. He swelled with joy that she still lived and then flew with great speed to the mansion.

When Alana had realized the mistress was not in her room, she had suggested an immediate search for her and Roan had agreed readily enough. The alarm was raised speedily throughout whole household and the search had ensued.

When Roan arrived at the manor with the mistress in his arms, the hall was filled with members of the household. Alana rushed towards him and Roan watched as her face paled and her shrill scream pierced his soul.

Alana felt her heart literally stop beating when the young gargoyle came in with her new mistress and her mouth went dry with shock. The Lairds are going to blow the roof, she thought, as she stood visibly shaken. Then she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.

"Take her to the master bedroom," she commanded, much to the astonishment of Roan. He quickly did as she requested.

Then Alana began to bellow out orders.

****

Three days of frustrated search had been for naught. It was only after Kieran had said, "We'll do this at another time. I would like to spend time with my mate. I didn't come here to spend the whole time flying around out in the mountains like a flock of wild birds," that the group had decided to call off the search.

As the men flew into their holding, they shifted to human-form soundlessly and descended near the entrance of the cove. The men heard a woman's cry as they put on some clothing. They frowned as Moira came rushing towards them and hastened to meet her.

"It's the mistress," she cried wringing her hands in earnest, "She had a fall."

The men froze in shock, staring at the cook in alarm.

"A fall?" Eyon repeated, he fixed his eyes on Moira very steadily. Had something happened to their mate? That thought hit both men like a ton of bricks.

Moira's tearful face told them all they needed to know. With an earth-shaking roar, both Lairds flew towards the house. Ignoring the whimpering servants, they raced up the stairs, their mate's scent leading them to her. With great anger, they broke down the door and stepping in, their sharp eyes scanned the room and its occupants.

They looked at Nicole on the bed and without hesitation, they rushed to her side. Holding her to his chest, Kieran kissed her forehead. "Sweet Jesu, Nicole, are ye okay?" His voice shook, he was crying. The last time he cried was at his mother's burial when he was ten and four.

Eyon was just as stricken, he was both angry and relieved. Angry that they weren't there to protect their most prized possession and relieved that she was alive. They held Nicole close, breathing a sigh of relief and sending up a prayer of thanks to the gods.

There were no cuts, no sign that she had been hurt in any way. He gave a silent prayer of thanks to whatever powers cared to listen. The anger drained from his body and fatigue returned. He sat on the mattress at Nicole's side and rubbed his weary eyes.

Slowly, Nicole opened her eyes as strong arms caressed her body. Her head was cradled against Kieran's chest as they both searched her body for signs of trauma. Nicole attempted to sit up, but their hands held her immobile. She looked up at Kieran, then to Eyon, and saw the despair in their haggard faces.

They could not remove their eyes or their hands from Nicole. Eyon was shaking, for the first time in his life he was afraid. He prayed for strength and control, as someone would die for this. Their mate looked so small and frightened.

Nicole watched the men as they fussed over her. She closed her eyes, praying to God in thanks, as she as been doing ever since Roan had pulled her from the icy waters. She hadn't wanted to die, not yet at least.

"Where was Roan? Ye shouldn't have been out alone," Eyon demanded, harshly looking over at a trembling Alana. Eyon then dismissed her, unwilling to continue the conversation with their mate in her presence.

Nicole opened her eyes, startled, for it was Roan who had saved her life. It wasn't his fault.

"It's not Roan's fault. I was pushed," she quickly interjected. Her lips trembled and then she started to cry. "I thought I was going to die."

Nicole shook as tears racked her body. She felt hands embrace her tightly, stroking her hair.

"Dinna cry, my love, we'll make it better. Do sleep now, ár Chumann, our sweetheart. No one shall harm ye, we're here," Kieran murmured.

"I'm sorry we had to leave. We dinna mean to put ye in any danger." Eyon attempted to get up, stricken.

He didn't want her to see him in such a state of weakness. He was supposed to be protecting her, not falling to pieces. Thankfully, Alana was gone. Eyon closed his eyes. By the gods, he needed to be strong. He glanced over at Kieran and saw that he fared no better.

Sensing their inner conflict, Nicole's fingers griped Eyon's arm before he could rise. "Stay with me, both of you. I don't want to be alone."

Nicole smiled, she was amazingly calm; one would not have guessed that she had a near-death experience earlier that day. But thanks to the change her body was going through since being mated by the men, she was able to withstand certain traumas to her body. Nicole wasn't even aware of the subtle changes, but the men were.

"Of course, my sweets," Kieran said, once again gathering her firmly against him with a sigh of pleasure.

Eyon climbed into the bed as Kieran positioned her comfortably and they sandwiched her soft body between their own. They remained with her until she fell asleep.

Hours later, they stood in the middle of the room, drawing deep breaths filled with anger and frustration, careful not to wake their mate. Their brains were finally able to function normally. Earlier, they had wanted to kill someone. To think that the assailant dared to come onto their property, it was unimaginable.

Kieran turned his face towards Eyon in silent understanding of what must be done. The look on Eyon's face was as murderous as his thoughts.

"Send for our doctor," Kieran said, looking over his shoulder at Aodh, "and bring me a phone."

* * * *

"Bring in those two," Eyon commanded his steward, sometime later in their study. Kieran was on his left, also facing the door. His father, Laird Callum, sat at the head of the table. Around the rest of the table sat some of their trusted brethren, those who had experienced the Viking era of bloodshed.

"Before we begin, may I say congratulations on finding a mate who accepts us for what we are," Seamus McFarlane remarked.

"Thank ye, Seamus. I hope the other females will be as accepting to our brethren as our Nicole as proven to be," Eyon returned.

"I hope so. Most humans are fickle and prone to deceit," murmured Kyle Donovan.

"No wonder ye spend yer lonely nights sating yer baser needs with a sheep," Seamus responded.

"Now, ye look here." Kyle turned to Seamus, his face crimson.

"Let's quickly get this over with. 'Tis an unpleasant subject as it is and I am sure my son and nephew will want to see to their mate." It was Eyon's sire who spoke this time.

"Okay, let's get to the matter at hand," Kieran pressed. "Young Pierce has collected some information and it's very compelling and disturbing. I fear we may have to take the life of another gargoyle. I know we have banished him, but Eyon and I have been able to find out that there are witnesses to prove that he has been very active."

"What proof do ye speak of?" Kyle asked.

Eyon got up and walked over towards a shelf where he picked up some pictures and threw them on the table. Both he and Kieran watched as the men looked at the photos and then gazed up at them worriedly.

"I agree with the Lairds. By any means necessary, he needs to be taken down. We cannot allow years of hard work in building and mending years of mistrust with humans be all for naught. Hopefully, eradicating him means we will be able to find more suitable and willing mates," said Kyle.

There was a knock at the door.

"Enter," Eyon roared, as his anger resurfaced.

"It's my fault, my lords," cried Alana as she came rushing through the door, curtseying and shuffling her feet in obvious fear and distress.

Ignoring her, Eyon looked over her shoulder at Roan, who stood as straight as a reed just past the threshold.

"What happened?" Eyon thundered at a paled and drawn Roan.

"I- I was just in the kitchen, my Laird. I didn't know that the mistress had left- she was supposed to be asleep."

Impulsively, Eyon turned to the one of the men sitting in a stolid row beside him. "Tell me, Pierce," he began, "what is yer greatest desire at this moment?"

"To serve ye and obey orders, my Liege," Pierce replied promptly and with complete honesty.

"Do ye hear that, Roan?" Eyon's mouth was set in a grim line. "We obey orders and protect our women, especially the one that belongs to us."

Roan sighed and hung his head in shame; he had failed his Lieges as a guardian to their mate and as a warrior. He would take his punishment, as it was befitting to the crime. Roan knew the consequences were not harsh. If it were any other leader, he would have been dead by now.

"I am sorry," he said simply, resigning himself to his fate.

"Prepare a flogging," Eyon stated, motioning to the man standing behind Roan, who nodded and left the room silently.

Roan had their mate to thank. It was Nicole who pleaded for his life. She had threatened to make their lives a misery if they took Roan's.

"I beg of ye," Alana persisted. She liked the warrior and couldn't bear to let him be flogged for her negligence; she was supposed to be a better guardian to her mistress.

Eyon gave her a hard stare and said nothing. The strain and hopelessness of the last three days had aged him visibly. There were new lines in his face and his eyes were haggard. He needed to sleep.

"Leave us," snapped Kieran, stung by her plea for the knave. She nodded and left, fearing to take any more liberties.

All the men's jaws were set as they watched the young gargoyle heading off for his punishment, which would be overseen by Laird Eyon. A hundred lashes, it was to be.

****

Aryan McCarran sat tiredly on her bed. Sleep evaded her as she contemplated telling her father about Royce. Thinking about Royce brought a smile to her face. He often told her how beautiful she was. She had always hated her beauty, the sexual stares and remarks made her uncomfortable, plus her godfather, Bhaltair, always looked at her in a manner that made her cringe. She had large grey eyes, full lips and high cheek bones. She was tall, as were her clansmen, but fragile and delicate in appearance.

She had been betrothed to the Lairds by agreement of their families. When she was old enough to understand what that meant, she was unhappy. Yes, she wanted a mate, but the thought of being married to Laird Eyon and Laird Kieran had terrified her. Aryan figured her fears were normal. The pair were so formidable and scary and she was such a coward. She sighed out loud and shivered. Aryan was afraid of them and trembled in their presence. The joining would never have worked out well.

She remembered Bhaltair breaking the news, telling her she was no longer betrothed to the Lairds. He had searched her face intently for any sign of emotion, which she had hid well. He was up to something sinister. She had noticed him sneaking around Manig of late.

Aryan clenched her fists. "How I loathe that craggy-faced tyrant, the bleeding whoremonger," she hissed.

Aryan closed her eyes briefly. She felt annoyed rather than distressed at Royce for not having the courage to face her clansmen.

"Bualadh craicinn báltaí,"-Fucking pussy- she hissed softly.

Aryan gnashed her teeth together in silent rage. She was thought to be submissive and obedient and she wasn't about to break tradition by swearing and ranting out loud, it was unheard of. Not that she was totally soft; she was able to speak her mind when necessary. She glanced towards the door several times, expecting to see her housemaid, Nettle, who was more than likely out rutting with some knave.

Aryan felt tears well up in her eyes and quickly brushed them aside with the back of her hand. How I long for someone to talk to, someone who would understand what I am going through. Aryan felt lost and confused.

Suddenly, she heard a loud commotion followed by banging at her door, which pulled her from her thoughts. She jumped to her feet and quickly rushed to open the door, fearing the worst.

The Lairds' steward, Aodh, was standing at her door. "The Lairds have summoned ye," he said urgently.

Aryan blinked in confusion. "The Lairds summoned me?"

"Aryan!" Aodh snapped, "Gather what ye need and come now."

"Of course, Aodh," she responded and quickly gathered her shawl before rushing out into the night, with Aodh leading.

They arrived at the manor within minutes. Approaching the large conference room, Aryan knocked on the door.

"Enter," she heard a familiar voice state from the other side.  The scene was not unfamiliar to her. Inside the room there was silence, and she was greeted by fifteen pairs of menacing looking eyes; most of the men sat around a large table.

"Come forward, Aryan," said Eyon. He stood by the fireplace and turned to her when she walked inside. "Gentlemen, I should think ye all know Aryan."

"Aye," said the rumbling voices.

Aryan eyed the men as she pondered the reason for her being summoned. She wanted to scream loudly. It had been a reluctant journey, but the summons was one she couldn't ignore. How could she? They were the clan's Lairds, not coming was too impossible to consider.

"Quit lollygagging, Aryan, and take a seat," Eyon instructed.

She trembled at the harshness of his tone and prayed that the meeting would be over soon. Aryan wanted to run, but, of course, she could not do so. Instead, she walked over and sat down timidly, lowering her lashes, certain her fear would be seen.

"Have ye been in contact with yer brother?"

Her eyes widened as she looked up. "I—, "she trailed off.

It was not in Aryan's nature to lie, but she wanted to protect her brother. Neal was not the monster they thought him to be and so, instead of revealing the conversation they had shared, she squeaked, as fear tightened her throat, "'Tis been a month now."

Eyon stared at her, his mouth a firm, hard line. "Where is he, Aryan?"

"I dinna know," she faltered, tears blurring her vision.

That was partially the truth. She really didn't know where Neal was, but he had told her not to worry and that he was safe and near.

"Ye're lying, Aryan," Eyon barked, "I see it in yer eyes."

Aryan suddenly felt strangled. The tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks. She shook her head in denial. "He is not evil. It's lies, all lies," she wailed.

"Have ye seen Brae? Do ye call the person responsible for that good?" Eyon hissed, fighting to control his anger. He was angry with himself for not protecting Aryan from her brother's corruptive lies.

She gasped, horrified. "It wasn't him! Neal would never..."

"Why? Because ye say so?" Kieran snapped. His voice cut through the air, sharp as a whip.

He sighed as Aryan collapsed on the floor, wailing. Under normal circumstances, they may have given in, but not today, after all that had transpired. He turned and called for his steward. As Aodh entered, Kieran told him she was to be confined to the lower back quarters.

A pregnant silence followed as a weeping Aryan was led from the room.

When they were gone, Kieran turned to Eyon as the room erupted in shouts. They both looked over at Laird Callum, who held his bowed head in his hands. Both men sighed. What next?

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Gargouille Ch. 07



Hi everyone. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I so enjoyed writing it. Thanks to my lovely editor Angelicsounds, you're a star. Thanks for the feedbacks.

Gargouille

**MW**

Her near death experience had happened four months ago. Just four months. Nicole knew she should be happy, as the men had done everything in their power to make her feel happy and safe. But she wasn't. All these past months spent trying to stay positive about her new life...the men...it hadn't worked. No matter how determinedly she argued against letting that night ruin how she should be feeling, it was ruining it. Someone had tried to drown her. So, the problem had to be dealt with. Right now.

She couldn't truly move on with them until it was.

Her heart ached as she remembered the flaming row they'd had over her questioning them about who may have wanted to kill her. Did they have enemies? And why the need for guards trailing her every wake?

"Whether ye like it or not, Nicole, ye'll have a guard when we're not around." Eyon had pointed at her, ignoring her other questions.

"You both have no right making decisions without informing me," Nicole had replied angrily.

"No?" His arrogant look said otherwise.

"Of course not," Nicole snapped, "I can take care myself, thank you very much."

"The guard remains. 'Tis not an option."

"You can't be serious."

His expression didn't waver.

"I have been taking care of myself since I was twelve, I'll have you know."

"Is that all?"

"What?" Arrogant sod. "It's not about you," she fiercely retorted, incensed by his contemptuous views of her having a say about her own life. "It's about feeling included. It's my life, you know."

"Not anymore, Nicole. Ye think this behavior is going to deter us?" Kieran demanded as he came over and stopped in front of her.

"Yer ours, Nicole, our mate. Yer needs are our responsibility now. All ye need to worry about is being mother to our children."

Bloody hell! Was she a brooding mare?

"I am not..."

"Silence!"

Nicole had snapped her mouth closed and glared at them. They might have the upper hand at this moment, but it wouldn't last. When she found out their weaknesses, their roles would be reversed, and she couldn't wait.

Nicole had found herself trembling from the force of her anger. She had believed the men would come around to being reasonably less domineering and controlling. It wasn't much to ask for, was it? Hadn't she proven how adaptable she could be by residing in bitter cold Scotland with two mythical creatures still stuck in their medieval ways of thinking? But now, Nicole was frightened that wasn't going to happen. Not ever.

Nicole stood in their room, at the large window, gazing down at the back garden of the mansion. It was April and the weather was fickle, wet and dreary. The large garden displayed an abundant growth of unusual plants, such as, Naked Ladies and Bat Face Cuphea to name a few, that seemed to thrive despite the cold. Eyon's hands sure had a magical touch.

Admittedly, there were trees and shrubs, leafless, scattered throughout the deep beds, yet the garden exuded an air of springtime and life quite absent from most gardens in that season, especially in Scotland. While the hands themselves that tended these plants were rough, the touch was always soft, just like the man. Small chills ran up her spine. Just thinking of Eyon often rendered her body limp and her sensitive spot pulsing.

Approaching footsteps pulled Nicole from her thoughts. A knock on the door announced Alana and she bustled in, tut-tutting at her mistress' state of undress.

"Good morning, my lady," she said in her usual cheerful and sunny voice.

Nicole turned. "Good morning, Alana." She cast a last glance at the garden before looking over at the large bed and seemed to be intently studying it.

Sensing her mistress' thoughts, Alana quickly stated, "No no, my lady. No going back to bed. You have a household to run and they're waiting on your instructions."

The house was so vast that Nicole hadn't even explored most of it. How the hell could she possibly oversee such a huge staff? She wouldn't even know where to begin.

"What?" Nicole asked, as Alana hurried over to the closet. "Why are they waiting on me?"

"Well, two days ago you asked the Lairds to inform the staff you wanted to meet with them on Monday. Well, the day as arrived," Alana informed her.

Nicole's shoulders hunched and she groaned aloud. "And they have been waiting on me since..."

"Well before dawn, my lady," Alana finished.

Blimey!

All at once, Nicole's appetite--which before hearing this news had been fairly well stirred--had waned and the thought of eating grilled salmon and asparagus for lunch had her vaguely nauseous. She struggled not to gag. Nicole stared at Alana, desperately imploring her.

"Can you not postpone it? Please...I beg you. Pretty please, Alana."

"Now, now, my lady, that's no way to behave," she scolded. "You will be fine."

"I am not going," Nicole said stubbornly.

"You have no choice, my lady," Alana pointed out. "But I give you my word that I will be there to support you. No one will disobey you."

"The staff will think I am an idiot before I even start talking," Nicole predicted glumly.

"You'll be fine. Now let's find you something to wear."

"Okay..." Nicole replied, deflated, flopping down on the chaise at the base of the bed.

"That's the spirit, my lady." Alana gave Nicole a momentary glance before opening the closet door.

Nicole snorted. "You think they'll like me?" She glanced over at Alana as she opened the closet door to go in.

"Who? Now where did I put that top?" Alana muttered, rummaging through the large selection of clothing, reminding herself to color coordinate the mistress' clothing at some point.

"Are you wearing the green top this morning, my lady?"

"No," Nicole answered crossly, none too pleased at the impending meeting, although it was her own doing. "Are you sure the rest of the staff will like me?"

Alana wished the mistress would stop worrying so much. She couldn't promise her there wouldn't be complications along the way, but what she could guarantee was that she would always be there to assist her. As the mistress' personal assistant, it was her duty to see things run smoothly. The Lairds would expect nothing less of her.

Nicole looked up to see that Alana had moved all the way from the other side of the room and now stood right in front of her.

"You have naught to worry about, my lady. Why, with your kindness and beauty..."

"Beauty?" What the hell? "What do looks have to do with anything?"

"Don't you believe me?" Alana asked, her expression stunned and incredulous.

Nicole shrugged. "That's not the point, Alana. It just makes me sound shallow, that's all. Do you think looks are important, Alana?"

Alana seemed to consider the question for a long minute before she answered.

"Well, you are beautiful, there's no denying that. And no, I don't think looks are important. Character, yes. But, what I meant to say was that you are not selfish, you are sincere and care about others. I know it takes more than looks for the clan to welcome an outsider..."

"I should bloody well hope so." Nicole wanted to earn the clan's respect, not have them give it to her out of fear or because of her looks. She knew the men would no doubt demand it of them.

"I am no Aryan," Nicole stated, trying to inject some humor into her confused mind.

She had heard some of the other householders saying how beautiful Aryan was. But Alana did not find such a jest amusing. She was looking at Nicole with concern. Nicole smiled slightly and kept quiet.

"Lady Aryan is beautiful, yet others would pass her by. She lacks spark and fire and is easily overlooked, but not you, my lady. There's something about you that causes others to stare. Wherever you go, people notice you."

Maybe because I'm the only black person in the clan, Nicole mused inwardly.

Alana continued. "And you are the subject of much gossip among the clan. Why, the women can scarcely believe how brave you are to defy the Lairds at will."

Alana saw her startled expression and was instantly consumed with contrition. "Forgive me, mistress. What I meant to say was, we all think you are strong and spirited."

"It's okay," Nicole assured her.

Alana blushed. "I was out of place. I spoke without thought."

"I am not upset, Alana," Nicole said, "I am just worried I'll mess things up."

Alana, vastly relieved that she hadn't offended her mistress, quickly replied while squeezing Nicole's hand, "Of course you will not. Give it time. I am here to help and all the other staff will value and respect your opinion."

"But I do worry," Nicole continued. "I wish I was more confident." She silently damned her prideful nature.

"You are wonderful. No one would dare defy you, my lady." Alana shook her head several times to emphasize the fact.

Her words, of course, did nothing to alleviate Nicole's fear.

"I am sure the men are probably the only reason they fear me. I am, after all, their human mate and we both know how the clan had fought against that happening."

"They have come to appreciate you and the Lairds expect the clan to welcome you, or suffer the consequences," Alana said quietly.

Nicole sighed. That was what she was afraid of.

** MW**

As Nicole went about her nightly ritual that evening in the adjoining bathroom, she smiled happily at how well the day had turned out. It wasn't easy at first, as Nicole had been so nervous. But luckily she had Alana, as well as Moira, for moral support. Still, the other staff seemed to hang on to Nicole's every word. It might not be so bad after all.

The buzzing phone had her frowning. It was Keisha. Nicole picked it up and answered. Keisha sounded happy.

"Hi, Nicole, I am so sorry it's taken me so long to call you. I am in France, and yes, with Ewan. I have been dying to call you, but Ewan said I should give you some space. I am sorry I didn't tell you about our relationship, but I was afraid of how you'd react."

Keisha was always hard to shut up. She carried on, "As soon as I am back in London, we can meet up. So how is Auntie Hyacinth dealing with all this? You know....with you being in Scotland...and all that. I know she must have been shocked when you told her."

Keisha suddenly stopped. "Wait just a minute, Nicole."

Someone was talking to her. Nicole could hear the muffled sounds and then Keisha was saying, "Okay, love, I won't be long."

Then she spoke into the phone. "Sorry about that, Nicky. Well, I have to go. We'll talk soon. Goodbye for now. Love you."

Nicole slowly looked at her phone, staring at the small instrument as if in a trance. Sighing, she reflected on the great times she had shared with Keisha. And no matter how angry and hurt families got at each other, they didn't stop being family. They just tried harder to understand and forgive. Families didn't stop loving each other, just because one or both of them made a mistake. Yes, she was angry with Keisha, not because she lied to her, but because she had expected loyalty from someone she had grown up with.

Keisha had mentioned her mom. Nicole hadn't told her. Would she be upset? Nicole had no doubt her mother would have a thing or two to say when she found out. Soon enough, she'd have to tell her, but until then she would remain silent about her relationship with the men. Knowing Hyacinth de-Leon, this could turn into a war.

"What's taking ye so long, Nicole?" Kieran's impatient voice snapped her from her thoughts. Quickly, she stripped and walked through the door to their shared room where they waited for her, also naked.

** MW**

Nicole woke up slightly groggy the next morning. Not that she'd gotten much sleep the night before. The household was slowly stirring to life, but the sound was still subdued. She was about to slip out of bed when a strange sound caused her to still, she didn't know what it was. Nicole was used to the sounds of the men whispering hot erotic words as they made love to her, as well as the staff going about their chores, but this one didn't belong.

Nicole remained still. Eyes partially open, she listened. Nicole couldn't say exactly if the person was singing or crying. Worse of all, the voice sounded nearby and then the next minute, it would suddenly sound distant. It even came to a point where the voice sounded like it was coming from inside her bedroom.

Then it abruptly stopped.

Alarmed, she attempted to rise, but a sudden sickly feeling caused her to flop back down on the bed. She closed her eyes in sudden pain; a dull pain beginning to drum a call to arms behind her tired lids. For a few seconds, she lay like someone emerging from the influence of hard drugs. Slowly, the feeling lulled and she opened her eyes fully. Nicole was almost surprised to find herself alone. That didn't last for long though. There was a soft knock on the door and Moira, the cook, came in, carrying a silver tray in her hands with a hesitant smile on her face.

"Good morning, mistress. I brought ye a pot of coffee."

"Good morning, Moira." Nicole looked up at her, puzzlement showing in her eyes.

"Alana is out on an errand. I hope ye don't mind."

The thought of food made Nicole slightly nauseous. She laid still, eyes closed; telling herself that if she remained still, the nausea would pass. But she knew she couldn't simply lie in bed all day, she'd had to get up, lest the men started fussing and came to seek her out.

Nicole sighed when she heard Moira speak. "Are ye okay, my lady?" She sounded worried.

"Yes, Moira, I am," Nicole assured her.

Moira frowned. The mistress' voice was soft and pained and she had to lean forward to hear her words. It was almost as though Nicole was speaking to herself, instead of to her, and she could see her shiver.

Nicole slowly opened her heavy lids and blinked a couple of times to clear them. Moira's grave face stood out against a dark background peering keenly at her.

She sighed. "I'm fine, Moira, just a bit tired." The words sounded hollow even to her ears.

She nodded and then gave Nicole a relieved smile. "Tis time to drink up, lest it gets cold, my lady."

"No, thanks, I'm not feeling up to it. I just want to take a bath and go downstairs. I have a lot to catch up on today."

Moira's forehead wrinkled. "Well, ye'll be needing yer energy then, won't ye?"

Nicole decided to ignore Moira's last statement. The woman worried too much, she was like a mother hen. If her mother were to see this, someone else fussing over her, she would have a fit. Her mother, forever the termagant, was more than likely somewhere creating uproar. Nicole had promised to call her and that was three days ago. Scotland Yard was probably on speed dial.

First things first, she needed to relief her bladder.

She threw the blankets aside and slid off the bed. Feeling weak, she pressed her fingers against the side of her head and grimaced. Trying to shake off the strange lethargy, she remained still and took a deep, soothing breath; it must be the heat of the room after so many hours of having a blazing fire. A larger-than-life fire roared in a stone fireplace at the end of the room, with no sign of waning. The sickness would pass, she told herself, trying not to dwell on the problem.

"My lady," Moira murmured, rushing forward. At Nicole's scowl, she stilled and then stepped back a pace, eying her nervously. "Is... is anything amiss, my lady?"

"I am fine, Moira."

Moving slowly, Nicole gained her footing again and walked stiffly to the bathroom, performing the necessary tasks and returning to the bedroom. Nicole was so caught up in her task, she didn't hear Moira approaching.

"Are ye sure ye're well?" she ventured to ask again. Moira contemplated her young mistress with growing anxiety.

"I am quite well, Moira, just a little tired, as I said before. Stop worrying so much."

"If ye say so, my lady. But 'tis best ye eat and gather yer strength," she replied glumly.

Sitting up in bed, Nicole watched as Moira added a bit of milk and sugar to the china cup before pouring the liquid. Moira handed the tray to her. Nicole made a face and was about to refuse, but on a second thought, she remembered how it had helped calm her stomach the day before. She smiled and murmured her thanks as she took the tray. With a contented sigh, she drank the hot liquid and nibbled on the muffin.

"The Lairds are in their study and will be dining below in a few minutes. Will ye be joining them or shall I make ye a meal?"

"No, I'll go down." Nicole took another sip of coffee and wished she had another muffin to go with it.

When she finished, Nicole handed Moira the tray, thanking her as she took the tray and put it aside. Feeling suddenly ill again, Nicole closed her eyes. Then she sneezed so hard that Moira exclaimed, "My lady, ye have surely taken a chill. Let me get ye another blanket."

"Nonsense, Moira—I am not staying in bed all morning. I could not. Besides, if I stay in bed, I am sure to get worse and I have things to get done." She had affairs to sort out and intended to get those done. Lying in bed, being waited on hand and foot, didn't suit her.

"I am so afraid ye're getting to be very ill, with all that sneezing and fainting," replied Moira, as she shook her head.

Nicole shrugged. "All foolishness. I am quite well. Never better." That wasn't true and Nicole knew it.

Despite Nicole's protests, Moira came over and wrapped a blanket around her mistress, ignoring her fussing. "There, there, dinna worry so much, my lady, take yer time."

Moira wondered if the mistress was with child. Her heart skipped an elated beat at the thought. Nay, she shook her head, 'twas not possible. The inability of the few remaining females to conceive had not been spoken about in the Clan, except in whispers, for centuries. The year that the women had committed such a devastating act, leading to their deaths after the Viking invasion, had been full of torment. Would the gods ever forgive them? Sighing inwardly, Moira wrapped the blanket around her mistress and shook her head.

"I wish ye would rest in bed today, my lady."

Nicole gazed at the pretty woman hovering over her and said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, Moira."

Moira gently patted her hand. "Ye are most welcome, my lady."

She sighed contentedly, and settled back on the plush pillows as Moira began tidying up the room. The coffee and sweets had worked their caffeine and fiber magic, her strength was returning with each breath. Her stomach had somewhat settled and the strange crying sound seemed less alarming. She would just speak to the men about it, and when the mystery was explained to her, well, it wouldn't seem alarming. However, she did want to know who it was and why she wasn't told about it.

"Well, if that'll be all, I'd best be taking my leave now, mistress," Moira said respectfully and curtsied before moving away to collect the tray of crockery off the table.

"Okay, Moira. Thank you. But, before you go, tell me, have you heard anyone crying?"

Whatever happened to speaking to the men? Guess her curiosity got the better of her.

"Crying, my lady?" Moira responded speculatively, as she stood hesitantly at the door.

"Yes, crying or singing. Haven't you heard it?"

"No, my lady," she denied, just a little too quickly.

Nicole looked at her with wonder and suspicion. Dark thoughts came into her mind. "So you didn't hear a woman's voice?"

Moira's eyes grew round and Nicole watched as she began biting down on her lower lip. "My lady... I... dinna know what to say 'bout that."

Nicole rolled her eyes in frustration. "I can tell something's wrong. Now, are you going to tell me, or do I have to drag it out of you?"




Gargouille Ch. 07



Nicole was instantly suspicious of the nervous, fidgety expression that was so evident on Moira's face. Moira looked undecided for a moment, then gave her mistress a look of sympathy and tried to soothe her.

"Now, now, my lady, tis best ye not worry yerself. I expect the Lairds will let ye know more in good time."

"About what?" Nicole's voice was starting to have an edge to it. "Is something wrong?"

Moira tried to avoid Nicole's angry gaze. Lord, the mistress was persistent. When the Lairds had brought their mate home, they had expected to see a timid mouse of a human, all afraid and submissive to the men. But to their surprise, she was fiery, out-spoken, and kind. They were prepared to dislike her at first, but their hearts, which had been hardened against the dissolving of the betrothal to Aryan, had melted with love. But how could she, a mere cook, spring the news upon her mistress without causing her hurt and pain? She twisted her slender hands in indecision at how to break such terrible news to a mistress they had all come to love. Yet, deep down, Moira knew she had to reveal the secret!

Poor Aryan. It was dreadful and humiliating enough to have had the betrothal dissolved, but being locked up and ignored. Well, that was infinitely worse. What were the Lairds thinking? Moira found she had not the courage to shock the mistress' heart by telling her the news that would hurt her dearly.

"Have the men taken another woman?" Nicole asked, snapping Moira from her thoughts.

Moira gave Nicole a startled look and then slowly walked back into the room. She sat on one of the chairs opposite Nicole and wondered why the mistress would ask such an embarrassing question. But, she would answer it anyway, knowing the mistress would just keep asking until she got an answer.

"Aye, my lady--I mean...nay. Tis not like ye think. Perhaps I should explain. The Lairds didna kidnap her. There is no need to panic! When ye hear all I have to tell ye--to my sorrow as well as yers, my lady--yer mind will be at ease and ye can take it from there." Moira could see that the mistress had as little confidence in her soothing words as she did.

"What's that supposed to mean? Who is this woman!?" inquired Nicole, in low, shaky tones, her curiosity strongly aroused.

"Well, my lady...I knew it. Ye are getting upset and I am sorry for it. But I canna help it. And, indeed, I'm very much afeared, as I shall surely get in deep trouble for this."

"Then you'd best be quick. And leave nothing out," urged Nicole.

"Aye, madam--yer highness, I mean, my lady, I will be quick," Moira replied nervously.

Nicole gritted her teeth. "For bloody sake, Moira, what is it you have to tell me?"

Moira sighed deeply. "I know how much the Lairds love ye, and ye them. What I have to say, well, it might shock ye, but I dinna do this intentionally. I have great respect for the Lairds, known them all me life, good men they be. Now that they have you, sweet care... Oh! Dear lady--grace, I mean—I do hate meself for having to tell ye this. But, for yer sake as well as for hers, I must tell ye," said Moira, solemnly.

"What is it you have to tell me?" Nicole repeated, forcing her impatience under control.

"Well, then. My sweet lady, my Nicole--Oh, Lordy! I know that isna the right way to address ye, but--"

Nicole rolled her eyes. This conversation was going nowhere. "For God's sake, this is no time for servile manners. Just tell me what you have to tell, Moira!"

"Okay. Okay. Well, then, I beg ten thousand pardons, my lady, but did the Lairds ever tell ye about their former betrothed?"

"Why?" Nicole asked, frowning.

A sad expression crept into Moira's light gray eyes, as she slowly sighed. "Well, my lady, she's here. I wasna here the day she came or I fear that I'd not be here with ye now. It has been difficult, seeing her so sad. Mind ye, the Lairds meant only to help. Tis such a shame for her to be treated thus by her kinfolk, and as for her sire, Laird McCarran, that lazy old reprobate has been drinking himself into a stupor. I beg a million of pardons, my lady, for using such words, yer ladyship...I mean, yer honor. Oh...Lordy! Forgive me manners."

What the fuck?

Nicole stiffened her back against the debilitating pain, unable to meet the woman's sympathetic gaze. Their former betrothed...here? What sort of trickery was this? What part were the men playing in this game of emotions and deceit?

"When Lady Aryan was born, her father signed a betrothal agreement, binding her to the Lairds. Their lands bordered and the union would strengthen their alliance against outsiders. The two families would stand shoulder to shoulder against their enemies, of which there were an ever-growing number, shifters and humans."

"This is all very interesting, but what has it got to do with her being here?" questioned Nicole blandly.

"She's here for questioning," Moira blurted out, unable to put it off any longer.

Okay, now Nicole was curious. She wanted to know more. "What is she being questioned about?"

Moira cast Nicole a nervous glance. "Tis believed she knows the whereabouts of her brother ..."

"Aryan has a brother?" Nicole cut her off, startled by that revelation.

"Aye. No one knows where he hides out. Neal hasna been the same since the passing of his wife many moons ago. He had sought peace in the wine. That, in itself, was a source of annoyance to his father. When his wife died, their father was somewhat unsympathetic towards Neal, believing him better off without her. She was human. He wasna pleased."

A grimace twisted Moira's mouth as she silently admitted that even if the elder gargoyle had been a sainted angel, she would have been hard-pressed to feel any sympathy concerning his condition now.

Nicole's lips tightened as she digested the most important part of the conversation. Human? Dead? Why hadn't the men told her about this?

"My lady, are ye okay?"

Nicole looked up into Moira's face. Concern clouded the cook's features. God only knew how she must look, gritting her teeth in anger, lost in thoughts and fear.

"I am fine. Just peachy."

Moira didn't look convinced. "Do ye want me to continue, my lady?"

Nicole pondered the question for some time, finally asking, "Why are they searching for Neal?"

"I dinna know, so I canna tell ye that, my lady. They never told it to me. It'd be no place of mine to ask because they chose not to speak o' it themselves," Moira replied, shaking her head.

Nicole guessed that it was more of a big deal than Moira let on, but she could tell Moira didn't want her to press for details. Plastering on a smile that didn't quite match the dimness of her eyes, Nicole said, "Thanks. Let me get ready and I'll see you downstairs in a while."

Moira studied Nicole's faraway look and the sadness that darkened her eyes. As the mistress attempted to rise from her bed, Moira watched in dismay as she threw up her hands with a cry of anguish and then dropped them upon the bed in an attitude of abject despair.

"How could they not tell me?" Nicole cried.

"My lady, tis too much for ye, too much!" said Moira, weeping over the distress she had caused.

"I am fine. Just stupid, is all. I have no sense! No sense at all," moaned Nicole, in a muted voice.

"For mercy's sake, my lady!" exclaimed Moira, standing up and bending over Nicole.

"Please, just leave me. The last thing I want is your pity."

"Okay then..."

Slowly, Nicole's thoughts drifted as she waited for Moira to leave. Will the secrets ever end? Why was she the last to know anything? Why hadn't they told her? Nicole wondered if this had anything to do with her attack. Was Aryan's brother involved? Was it revenge for his sister? Nicole rubbed her throbbing temples.

"Are ye okay, my lady?" Moira looked at Nicole worriedly.

"I am fine," she replied absently.

She had turned her head away, her eyes shielded from Moira's penetrating stare. How she loved the men. She may have never voiced it, but in her heart she knew. Her skin and her nipples tightened, as always, as she imagined them caressing her body. She could never tire of being with them. But this...this was too much. Nicole felt like acting out, smashing things about and throwing a tantrum. Who could blame her?

"Bastards!" she spat.

"Beg yer pardon, my lady. What did ye please to say?" inquired Moira, bending toward the averted face of her mistress.

"Nothing ... Thank you, Moira, that will be all," she assured her, trying to hide her uneasiness.

She rolled to her side and sighed with her hands tucked beneath her chin, watching the flames leaping above the burning logs as she reflected. Would she lock herself in her room all day? Should she venture to the room that held Aryan herself? If so, how would she react?

The fire and the soothing hum from the clock did nothing to comfort her. She couldn't face Moira. Silence again fell between the two women until Nicole stood up abruptly. I wish to see this Aryan, she thought. Best to deal with one's problems sooner rather than later, and then she could decide what to do about this mess.

"My lady, where are ye going?" Moira asked, as if she didn't know.

 "I wish to see this woman. Where is she being kept?" Nicole asked as she grabbed up her robe and headed for the door while Moira looked on in alarm, armed with the tray of crockery.

"In the lower rooms, my lady, but is this wise? Ye've been unwell, with all that shivering and sorts," Moira said, concern and worry etched on her face.

"I am quite well." Nicole managed a weak smile.

"No, ye're not. I'll do it. I'll go downstairs to the Lairds and I'll tell them ye wants tae see them about Aryan."

"You'll do no such thing, Moira!" The last thing she needed was Moira going to the men on her behalf. She was no coward.

"I do not need you to nor asked you to send any message to the men, when they haven't so much as told me Aryan has been living here," Nicole responded, walking towards the door.

"Yes, my lady," Moira replied humbly.

"Lady Nicole, I entreat you," she cried, in great distress as Nicole headed out the door, but Nicole was heedless to her pleas. Moira stood in the middle of the room and watched Nicole leave. "Ohhhh... lordy, lordy," she cried and went flying behind her young mistress.

** MW**

Nicole made her way slowly downstairs. She wanted to see this woman with her own eyes. Her heart was pounding fast, and with trembling legs she made her way down to the lower rooms. Nicole had never been to this part of the mansion. It was so large that she hadn't had time to fully explore her new home. Even though both Eyon and Kieran had given a tour, surprisingly she hadn't been down to this area. Now, she knew why.

Nicole went through a series of doors, until she stood at a large oak door with a great brass handle. Without knocking, she opened it. Nicole walked into a dimly lit room, its walls bare except for a larger than life portrait of a gargoyle sitting on a throne. A fire blazed in the hearth. Flickering sparks whirled up to a massive chimney. The atmosphere was that of a medieval setting, it was awesome to look at.

Seated on an odd-looking chaise close by the fire, a female, Aryan she guessed, worked on a basket of embroidery in her lap. Startled at Nicole's sudden appearance, she dropped it and looked up at her in fright. Her long black hair shone in the dim light.

Their eyes met. Aryan had a natural beauty that did not need layers of make-up for it to show. She was beautiful; her eyes were huge pools, dark hair, pale skin, tall and willowy, she seemed to define fragile.

Nicole stared hard at the woman for two reasons. The first was that she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Why would the men refuse to marry this beautiful creature? Nicole felt like a drab grey mouse in her presence. The second reason she stared hard was because the woman's grey eyes looked so familiar. She has seen those eyes before, but where?

"Why are you here, Aryan?" Nicole demanded.

Lady Nicole! Aryan longed to curl up and die. Never had she been more aware of her shortcomings, her own cowardice. This woman, with her large brown eyes, petite in comparison to her and certainly not easily intimidated, was the one the men had chosen, their true mate. She cringed inside, for this beautiful woman was everything she was not...

"Ye are Lady Nicole?" The instant the words were out, Aryan felt awkward... Eejit... Idiot. Of course she was. Aryan tried to smile. But the mistress's face remained impassive.

So she knows who I am? Nicole studied her curiously, having picked up on her obvious discomfort. There was now an unsettling look of fear in Aryan's eyes and it did not appear to be easing anytime soon.

"Does it matter?"

Aryan flushed, realizing she wasn't equipped to converse with his woman. Growing up, she never had a female friend or companion. After the death of her mother, she had spent most of her time with Manig, the local healer, learning about herbs and sorts. Aryan shivered and hated that she suddenly felt at a disadvantage. Her nervous fingers gripped the blanket in her lap and she prayed they wouldn't shake and betray her unease.

"I suppose it dinna, my Lady," she murmured.

Not one to beat around the bush, Nicole said, "Do you know who tried to drown me?"

Aryan took a deep breath and glanced up at Nicole with a tortured gaze. "I am sorry, Lady Nicole. I dinna know."

Aryan had heard about the horrible incident. Who hadn't? It had been the talk of the Clan. It was the reason she was held in this room as a common prisoner. Somehow, the Lairds were led to believe that her brother Neal was involved, but Aryan knew this to be false. Lairds Eyon and Kieran did not believe her and she could hardly blame them, given the history between them and her brother. She felt such compassion for the new lady. This wasn't her fault.

As Nicole stared at Aryan, she saw that the woman was distraught. Certainly not because of her, that would be utter irony. Her pale gray eyes seemed to be filled with compassion and concern. Nicole wondered if she was seeing things, for this empathy could not be for her, could it?

Ignoring her train of thought, Nicole asked, "Was it your brother Neal?"

"No! Never, my lady!" Aryan exclaimed, her face ghostly white.

"Why should I believe you? How do I know you weren't behind the attack?" Nicole spat.

Heat flushed Aryan's cheeks. Her brother would never betray her, no matter what. He was the only person she ever trusted in the world. "I know my brother. He would never hurt ye. Neither would I."

Nicole certainly didn't know what to expect when she decided to confront Aryan. Should she believe her? She looked so sincere. Nicole suddenly felt uneasy when Aryan started to cry. Nicole released a deep sigh, suddenly feeling more miserable.

Every muscle in Aryan's body tensed as she avoided looking at the woman in front of her. More tears fell. She brushed them away with the back of her hand. She had no idea what the Lairds planned to do with her. She had seen them only once since being cooped up and held like a common prisoner. Well, she wasn't treated badly, but she wanted to see her brother, to see if he was well.

Never had she felt so afraid. The Lairds' mate was extremely intimidating. She suited them. Maybe if they had met under different circumstances, they could have been friends.

Gazing down at Aryan's tear-streaked face, Nicole almost felt sorry for her. But why should she? Aryan might have been involved in her attack. Her mind was already made up on what she was going to do. This was all too much for her and the reality of the situation was finally sinking in. Nicole drew a deep breath and exhaled to maintain her cool demeanor and asked again, "Why are you here, Aryan?"

"I...I am not sure." She dropped her gaze once again and stared back down at her hands.

"Liar."

Aryan gasped. She was as stunned by Nicole's obvious distress as she was by the accusation she had just made.

"I am not," she defended.

"Then why the secrecy?" Nicole retorted growing tired of this back and forth.

"Wouldna it be best if ye asked the Lairds why I am been held, my lady?" Aryan risked a glanced at Nicole when she spoke. Nicole had thought that exact question a couple minutes before, but the fact that Aryan had dared to say it rekindled her ire.

"You can go straight to hell, Aryan," Nicole hissed.

She'd just make sure both Kieran and Eyon got there first for their roles in this upheaval. Nicole struggled to control her temper. Her emotions were raw, as if her world was falling apart. How could she let herself fall in love? And with two men at that? For the first time in her life, Nicole felt truly hurt. She never even felt this way when she found out Devon was cheating on her. This feeling was heart-wrenchingly painful. It was frightening.

As Nicole drew back to go upstairs, she met Alana coming slowly out the passage. Alana looked steadily at her, as Nicole clung, trembling to the banisters. There was no alteration in her glance and Nicole suddenly perceived that what she now knew, Alana, the men, and the whole household had always known. She put her hand to her head. The thought that the men had thought fit to keep this from her was devastating.

"My lady, are you okay?" Alana asked in the warm voice to which Nicole was accustomed. "Should I get the Lairds?"

Nicole jerked her head in the direction of the study. "I am fine. Tell your precious Lords that I want to go home to my own family... my real family."

Alana was dumfounded as she watched her mistress run up the stairs. She did not know what to do. Then she turned hastily and ran towards the Lairds' offices.

Nicole stumbled swiftly upstairs. Clutching at the door to the room she shared with the men, she flung it open and went in. Nicole sat on the bed and stared out the window, the sun was just peeking through the clouds.

Men! She was all but fed up with them. She wanted her old life back. She wanted to do her own thing, live her own life, and not worry about other women or if the men were being faithful. By now, Alana must have informed them. She was no longer as angry as she was humiliated. Their actions spoke for themselves—obviously they did not consider her their equal. She was just their brooding mare, to carry on their bloodline. Fuck them!

"I'm such an idiot," she whispered to herself, tears welling up in her brown eyes. She hadn't the strength to lift her arm and wipe them away as they dripped down onto her lap. Nicole's feelings were jumbled together in a terrible commotion. She was shocked and taken back by the beauty and demureness of the woman she had just seen, but she smiled with a mixture of admiration and respect for the woman's display of courage.

She didn't seem traumatized, well, not to the degree she should have been. And she was just so bloody demure. "The woman was hiding something," Nicole spoke aloud.

Nicole looked around the large room, admiring the rustic country decor. She felt as though she had been living in this part of the country for years and years, for a century, and it seemed to her that she knew every stone, every corner of her house. Her past was here, her present was here, and she could imagine no other future than being here with the men. Their touches seemed to lighten her heart, with every breath she took. Their unique smells made her more relaxed than she had ever been. She felt safe being with them, waking to their touch and kisses each morning.

Nicole was so accustomed to the ritual that it had become a habit, and now, with one confrontation, the whole of her self-respect was, in one wrench, torn from her. It had been dragged from her and the shock left her faint and shuddering. She sighed, disgusted. Among all the harrowing thoughts that hurried through her tortured mind, one feeling was predominant--the necessity of instant flight.




Gargouille Ch. 07



She quickly jumped up off the bed and rushed into the large walk-in closet. Throwing clothing in a bag, Nicole angrily sputtered about the situation with their former betrothed in the house. Snorting, she reached for another bag at her feet and continued throwing things in.

She had been unhappy before, and the vision of old miseries flocked like hungry ghosts about her fresh pain. She recalled her last relationship, her parents' divorce, the her father leaving and then her sister, the sad years that followed, all those negative sorrows, denials and postponements of life.

Animals! She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and saw sparks of color.

** MW**

"She said what?" Laird Eyon roared loudly at Alana who stood there before him, shaking in obvious fear.

She, of course, kept quiet about the fact that the mistress was coming from the lower rooms. It was obvious that her distress was at finding out about Aryan, but Alana wasn't about to tell the Lairds. She had hated keeping such a secret from her mistress, but it wasn't her secret to tell.

"La...Lady Nicole...said she wants to go home, my Laird. She seemed really upset..." Alana stammered, avoiding his gaze, wishing she had not been so hasty in coming to tell the Lairds of her mistress' distressing pallor.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kieran's deep voice bellowed from across the room.

In just a few long strides, he, too, was towering over the obviously frightened Alana.

Alana was sure that at any moment she would pass out and part of her prayed she would.

But, she'd mistaken his tone for anger and that was not the case. Kieran was troubled and yes, even worried. Both he and Eyon had noticed a change in Nicole in the last few weeks. They each had noticed a change in her reaction to them. Three nights ago, they had observed her retching, leading them to believe she was with child. She had denied it at the time, blaming her condition on eating something disagreeable. Would she lie to them? By all that was right, of course she wouldn't! He argued with himself, yet he remained uncertain.

Alana risked a glance at the men and almost cringed at the ominous looks that were set in their faces.

"How was she this morning?" Eyon thundered.

"I didn't attend to her this morning, Laird Eyon. Moira took it upon herself to take Lady Nicole's morning coffee to her," she explained, her voice shaky and almost tearful.

Both men stood stonily in the dining room of their Manor, a dark impatient look etched like stone upon both their faces. Alana nervously shifted from one foot to the other, uncomfortable around her Lairds at such a sensitive time. Alana looked from one to the other nervously for a long moment. Before either man could say another word, she quickly stepped around them and exited their office.

"I wonder what's come over her. Everything seemed to be going well, and then this. I dinna understand what's gone wrong." Eyon paced back and forth, a look of frustration on his face.

Kieran knew exactly how he felt. They couldn't read her mind, but Nicole seemed detached and moody as of late. He supposed they couldn't blame her for that; they had been neglecting her, so fixed as they were on bringing their enemies to heel. Kieran turned to look at his cousin, his brow furrowed.

"She allowed us taking her in our true persona. I hope she dinna have a case of sudden regret, as tis too late." Kieran sighed, a pensive look on his face.

Eyon felt unexpected anger rise within him at Kieran's comment. "What's that supposed to mean? She may not have entered this freely at first, but she was elated by us taking her in our true form."

Still, we did bind her to us without her consent when we bit her, he thought wearily.

"Dinna question my feelings for her, as I love her as much as ye." Kieran's nostrils flared.

"Kieran, dinna be defensive. I am not questioning yer feelings. We have to find out what ails her. Getting at each other will solve naught."

Kieran sighed. "Aye, ye have a point. Since the attack on her life, things have been hectic. We have left Nicole to her own devices in running the household and the only quality time we seem to spend with her is in bed."

"Maybe she was too prideful to tell us she needed support," Eyon mused.

"Some of the Guardians and I are gathering for a patrol tonight. I need to make a few calls. Perhaps ye'll be able to find out what's wrong. I'll be up shortly," Kieran stated.

"Aye, I certainly will," Eyon vowed.

Eyon sat down as he watched Kieran walk off. He ran a hand across his face. Nicole was strong-willed. He didn't want to fight with her, but a battle was exactly what he knew he had on his hands. He thought that the way they were brought up, they were to be given a soft, docile wife, but instead it appeared they had been given a fiery little she-devil, who had the impulses of a child at times. He would not put up with such childish antics. Indeed, he would see their mate tamed and would demand obedience.

Determination, hard and urgent, rose within him. Nicole was theirs. She was going nowhere. No one else would have her. He rose to his feet and strode towards the door to go to the woman who had pulled them from their sorrows and the restlessness that had burdened them for centuries. She was going nowhere. She was too important to them. When would Nicole learn?

A few minutes later, Eyon bounded through the double doors into the great hall. He swung around and was heading for the main stairs when he saw their groom.

"Where is yer wife?" Eyon demanded of the man, Fergus, in the downstairs hall. He grabbed the man's arm and spun him around.

"She be in the kitchen, Laird Eyon," Moira's husband gasped, stunned by the sudden attack.

"See to it that she doesna leave for her nightly gathering with the clan."

"Yes, L-laird Eyon," Fergus stuttered, "I'll see ta it."

Eyon tossed the poor man aside like an old broom, already turning back toward the stairs. Mounting the stairs two at a time, Eyon headed for their room, wanting nothing more than to see his mate. He hesitated outside the room door, his hand on the brass knob.

Opening the door, Eyon stepped silently within, and then closed it behind him. He folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe, observing her. Nicole was angrily throwing clothing into a large bag. He wanted to go to her and pull her soft, yet firm body into his arms, to absorb her into his body. How could one small lass be so stubborn?

"What are ye doing, Nicole?" he asked, although it was obvious.

His voice was light, not angered as Nicole expected. It frightened her in an inexplicable manner. Nicole had been preparing herself for both of their arrivals. She knew that, once they discovered her defiance, they would come. She was surprised to see Eyon alone. But, she told herself that she really didn't care whether or not they came to stop her. Annoyed that her hands shook, she ignored Eyon's question and proceeded with what she doing, ignoring him as much as she possibly could.

Nicole allowed her gaze to discretely glide over his body as he stood there. He was dressed in a dark gray turtleneck. Underneath, she could see the outline of his toned chest. Her eyes trailed down and took in his bulging legs covered in jeans in the same dark gray as the top, his feet clad with black leather boots. He was truly the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen, apart from Kieran, of course.

"Do ye intend to answer?" Eyon's voice was now laced with sarcasm. "Or shall I repeat the question? Ye do appear confused."

He peeled himself from the doorframe and walked towards her. Nicole snorted at his sarcasm and quickly averted her eyes. She heard footsteps approaching.

Don't panic. Stay calm.

Two strides and he was beside her. "Nicole," he ground out between his teeth, "what the hell are ye doing?"

His gaze flickered over her as she boldly continued to throw clothing into the bag. Nicole answered without turning. "Packing my things. What does it look like?"

"Discontinue."

She stiffened at his sharp retort and trembled when she felt his presence loom closer. Nicole felt the warmth of Eyon's body seep into hers and the sensation only increased the desire that built inside her. The sound of his breathing brought a curious mixture of dread and excitement to her already inflamed body. She could feel her breath come faster and the trickle of fluid begin seeping from between her legs even as she struggled to keep her composure.

"Now," he whispered the harsh word against the side of her temple and felt her tremble.

Excitement thrummed in Eyon's blood as he caught the tantalizing hint of Nicole's juices riding on the air. A low, almost silent growl rumbled out of his chest. His cock ached to have her tongue on it while she pleasured him with her mouth. God! The thought alone was enough to drive him wild. Sighing inwardly, he closed his eyes. He had to keep his arousal under control or he'd never be able to contain his lust. It was not something he wanted or needed to happen, at least not yet.

He moved in closer, placing one arm around her, and ground out through gritted teeth,

"Obey me!"

"Why?" she asked weakly. A shudder shook her as his hold tightened.

"Because I say so," he replied in that tone of implacable authority she was coming to loathe.

Packing momentarily forgotten, Nicole sighed and let herself rest against him, but only for a moment. When she tried to move away, she winced as his hold tightened.

"I'd rather not," she said, amazed at the coolness in her tone when she was on the brink of discomposure.

At her response to his order, he spun her around to face him, slamming her body against his hard chest. She turned her face away from his.

"Look at me, damn it! And stop this damn foolishness!"

Schooling her features, she expelled the air from her lungs and met his gaze, unwavering, as unforgettable dark green eyes focused on hers. Nicole fought not to give in. His presence and proximity were disquieting on so many levels. Plus, the hunger she had seen earlier in his gaze had her heart pounding.

Eyon's darkened eyes glittered. "Nicole, ye try my patience. What's the meaning of all this?"

She shot him a look of incredulity. "You can ask me such a question! You two have a woman locked up and helpless and you still ask that?"

For a few moments, Eyon was puzzled; his brows drew together in confusion. How did she know about Aryan? Then he recalled Alana telling him that Moira had taken a tray up to Nicole's rooms. It must have been her. Aye, it was Moira all right, Eyon thought, annoyed. Eyon's expression turned from surprise to anger.

"Who told ye that?" he asked sternly.

To Nicole's annoyance, he didn't look apologetic. "Is she one of your whores?" She knew that wasn't so, but felt the need to ask, out of anger. She pulled away from him and he let her go.

Eyon's eyes angrily roamed over Nicole when she pulled away. "Ye already know the answer to that!"

"Then why is she here?" she implored.

"Tis not important," Eyon replied, ignoring her wounded look. "We'll address yer concerns another time."

He wanted to talk to her about Aryan, but the timing was all wrong. On the other hand, it delighted him to see her expressing such jealousy. Eyon knew she cared for them and having this indication that her feelings might consist of more than passion pleased him. Eyon realized suddenly how much he wanted to hear her say she loved them.

Nicole shook her head and began chewing her bottom lip in earnest. Not that she had anything personal against Aryan. On the contrary, she sort of felt sorry for her. It seemed like she was a pawn in whatever was going on. Though, there was the matter of her knowing the attacker, a link too great to ignore. These were Nicole's thoughts as she answered Eyon's last remark.

"Not important? You can't just take the law into your own hands. Perhaps it would be helpful," she observed lightly, "if we both went to see her and hear from her own lips what she believes she's being kept locked up for. That might answer my question."

Nicole made the statement while looking fully at Eyon and was rewarded by seeing a tinge of guilt flash in his eyes before he sighed. "Tis unfortunate," he said mildly, "that ye weren't informed of her presence. Tis yer house as well and I apologize for that. But we wouldna have brought her here if we hadna felt it was necessary to do so. No crime has been committed here, Nicole."

Her lovely brown eyes softened as she saw the pain underneath his expressionless face. Why didn't they understand what she wanted from them? Their love meant nothing to her without their willingness to share their problems with her. She would not settle for less.

"Well, that's a start," she said gently, some of her anger receding, "but I feel there's more to this story that you are letting on. What are you not telling me, Eyon? You know how I feel about freedom of choice. It's a given right."

The anger faded from Eyon's eyes to be replaced with annoyance. The soft tone of his voice was surprising. "'I know the way ye were brought here was not a pleasing experience. I know ye canna have liked it, for we tore ye away from yer home and family. But Kieran and I are not sorry. Ye are curious and tis natural, but I willna discuss her reasons for being here at this time. Perhaps if ye find something to occupy yer mind until such time, this would be better."

His brusqueness ignited her anger, and she stepped back. "Goddamn barbarians! You can force me, but I guarantee you will not like it," she declared through clenched teeth, her eyes were angry slits.

Eyon did not like where this conversation was headed. "Have ye had yer bath as yet?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject.

"Why?" she asked sharply.

"If not, I'll run one for ye." His voice grew gentle, as if he were trying to appease her.

This time when she backed away, he was prepared. Eyon grabbed her and loosened her silk robe. Her wafer thin chemise did little to conceal her breasts and mons, as his eyes assessed her slowly from head to toe, stopping at her breasts for a moment before finally settling on her face.

Nicole gasped, as her hands came up, a slight tremor in them as she covered her breasts. She lowered her head, eyes closed. Although she did not look up to meet his storm-filled gaze, she felt the heat. It made her want to give in and let the inevitable happen, but she had to distract him from this, had to distract herself from it. This couldn't be happening. With the throbbing in her nether regions, her body told her it wanted it to happen, but mentally, she was still determined to fight it.

"Removed yer hands and open yer eyes, Nicole," Eyon ordered. He needed to see the desire in her beautiful eyes as well.

"No," she said flatly.

"What ye want matters not," Eyon replied, but that wasn't entirely true and he knew it.

This was not about ownership or sex. There existed a connection between the three of them. But, the vixen drove him to madness with her sharp tongue and razor claws.

Maybe someday in the near future, when her belly swelled round with their first bairn, she might see sense and acknowledge they knew what was best. He knew Kieran would readily agree with this.

"Of course it doesn't matter. It's all about your and Kieran's needs," Nicole stated bitterly, as her resolve seemed to crumble.

She opened her eyes and shivered at the heated gaze he was giving her. His stare hungrily roamed over her body, making her aware of her state of undress.

"Think you can get me to have intercourse with you and I'll melt in your arms, acknowledging your superior gargoyle thinking after you've sexed me up good and proper?" she asked.

Damn. Eyon had forgotten how stubborn their mate could be. Eyon didn't think he'd be able to talk his way out of that one, but it didn't mean he wouldn't try. He took a step towards her as she slowly backed away. Nicole is going to make this difficult, he thought with some exasperation.

A lazy smile spread across his handsome face, his green eyes darkening as they slowly slid over her body. "Is it working?"

She harrumphed. "What are you doing?" she demanded in her most fearsome tone, taking another step backward as he slowly advanced towards her.

His lips thinned, but he said nothing.

Nicole sighed deeply, she didn't want to fight, but he advanced towards her nonetheless. Her protests had fallen on deaf ears.

Eyon's jaw hardened as he watched her edge way from him. Lord knows they didn't want a timid mate, they wanted a mate who spoke her mind, who could be just as sexually aggressive as he and Kieran were, if not more so. But most of all, they wanted their mate to realize that no matter how angry she made them, they wouldn't hurt her.

"How long will you go on thinking of me as a frail female?" Nicole broke into his thoughts. "Can't you understand that I am not some silly, meek kind of woman? I do not want to be treated like a child, and once again, you have proven that you're both keeping secrets from me." Her voice was bitter.

He didn't respond. He stayed still, not moving an inch. It was puzzling, but even more so was the question of why he stood staring down at her, saying nothing. He was frowning, but he didn't look particularly angry.

For several long minutes, Eyon stood quietly, his gaze fixed unseeingly on the leaping flames of the fireplace, however, there was no serenity. Eyon was worried. Months had passed since the day Nicole came into their lives and had consumed them all with her vibrant and exciting manner. There was no doubt in his mind that Nicole loved both he and Kieran. He knew that, in the eyes of his clan, she would make any man a mate to be proud of. From the standpoint of beauty alone, she was as lovely as an angel.

Dark eyes turned, regarding her steadily, and only when she stopped moving away from him, the back of her foot connecting with the bed, did Eyon respond to her question.

"Neither Kieran nor I are taking any chances with yer life, ye are too important to us. Aryan is here for a reason. We will share this with ye in due time, Nicole. She is not a prisoner. All we want is for ye to be safe."

His thoughts went to Aryan, still isolated in the lower rooms. He felt ashamed for their neglect of her, due to them having more urgent and pressing matters to deal with, such as keeping their mate safe, as well as dealing with the rest of the clans. They had managed to get a lead on Neal and he would be in their grasp anytime now.

Bloody hell! Nicole sighed. Eyon's sweet words were getting to her heart. Nicole glanced away, nibbling at her lower lip. Lord, this was confusing. On one hand, she was elated by what he had just told her, but on the other hand she was still annoyed.

Eyon looked at his mate's plump lips, as she worried the bottom one with her teeth and his temper shifted, transforming like a gargoyle into raw, hot lust. God's teeth, he ached to plunder that sweet mouth. Just be patient, he told his inner beast, we'll soon taste it.

Nicole looked back up at him and held his gaze. His hair was black and glossy in the lightly lit room, just long enough to curl, and sparks of sexual energy flickered in his green eyes when he lower his head to stare down at her. Damnation, she wished to hell he wasn't so bloody sexy. It would make things easier.

Nicole could resist him; the trick was to focus on the fact that he, along with Kieran, had kept such a secret from her. Yes, she would do just that. Several long seconds passed in silence while he watched her and she watched him from beneath her lashes.

Hiding a smile, Eyon looked again to his mate. She was fighting her feelings, aye, an angel with a temper. The way she stood, defying him, annoyed him as well as stirred his admiration. He could crush her with one blow, yet she faced him squarely. Her delicate face, with its large, liquid, brown eyes, stirred his loins even when it was flushed with anger. He knew every part of her body, inside and out. He wondered how they got so lucky; she was everything they dreamt of and more.




Gargouille Ch. 07



The smile disappeared completely when he heard her next words.

"What am I to you? Both of you?" Nicole asked. Her lush breasts glistened with light perspiration, but she seemed not to notice. "Am I just a fuck toy? No different than the other women you have both shared? Or am I just a convenient slut, useful to have around for warming your beds?"

"What?"

"Or was I a source of amusement as well as comfort? Were you both laughing at your little fuck doll?"

"Nicole," Eyon said hoarsely, but he didn't think she heard him at all.

"Or perhaps I was an experiment in taming," she mused, "A human guinea pig for two powerful gargoyles, to see just how thoroughly they could tame me. Was that it, Laird Eyon?"

"Loki, give me strength," he sighed, looking towards the entrance of the large room.

Nicole paused and turned to see Kieran standing in the doorway. He wore a dark scowl. She remained dead still, wondering if the end was near.

Kieran approached Nicole slowly. He met her gaze for just a moment and then said firmly, "Dinna ever let us hear ye speak such words again. Do ye hear me?"

She nodded, her hands clenched into fists.

He ignored her thereafter and addressed his cousin in their native tongue. "I thought ye were here to placate her, not to have her running rough shod all over ye?"

"Ye know how defiant our mate can be," Eyon replied. "Besides, I was making progress before ye came."

Kieran gave a snort of disgust. "Progress, ye say. What I saw and heard was a mate we seem to have no control over, despite the fact of us telling her she would be punished if she disobeyed our orders."

"Yet we never carried out such threats."

Kieran sighed. "Tis true enough."

Nicole didn't appreciate being talked about as if she were not there. As she listened to their discussion, she knew they spoke about her. Not that she understood, but her anger grew by leaps and bounds. Having heard enough, she turned on the two men.

"Talk to me, damn it!"

Both men turned and pinned her with a steely look. Then Kieran said, "Again, ye show ye have no control and need a master to control ye."

Nicole's eyes widened as she struggled to find a comeback.

Both men watched as her lips moved wordlessly, her breathing coming quick and shallow, and she looked like she was wrestling with herself. Watching their small, but strong, mate fighting them so, made both Kieran and Eyon sigh and their hearts ache. Whatever was going on with Nicole, they had to make it right, and soon.

"Nicole," Eyon spoke calmly, purposely keeping his voice soft and even, "why do ye fight us? Isna better to just accept the fact that ye belong to us?"

Nicole blinked at him. "You are reprehensible," she whispered. She absently wiped away a tear. She didn't want to cry, but lately she couldn't seem to help herself.

"Nicole, we love ye." Kieran moved towards her. Hoping his words would reach her. He knew she was hurting.

"Ohhhh," she said as she gave him a frown of disbelief, "is that what they're calling it now?"

"Is there another meaning?" he replied smoothly. Absently raising his hand, he gently touched her cheek.

Nicole felt herself weakening when his hand brushed against her. The gargoyle blood linked them, causing them to share emotions at times of heightened stress. She didn't know much about what had happened to her, but for a certainty a metamorphosis of sorts had occurred within her body. Her senses were keener than once they had been, her reflexes faster, her movements more agile, and her passions more pronounced. The need to have sex with the men overcame her every so often. It was automatic, compulsory. She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Bastards!.. Liar! What are you doing to me?" she growled, slapping his hand away. "I am not stupid!" She took a step back, eying them warily.

They both advanced towards her. "Nicole. Please ... let us..."

Nicole backed away quickly and crossed her arms. "You will not hurt me," she whispered harshly.

Their faces hardened. "Ye know we could never do that. We love ye and wouldna laid a hand on ye, ever," replied Kieran.

"Tell that to someone who cares," Nicole spat. She watched the pupils of their eyes light up, turning a frightening red. She took two steps away from them, backing up instinctively, yet it was not due to fear, but anger.

"Don't touch me."

Each step they took nearer to her, she retreated in kind. Panic flaring as they approached her with purpose. She looked around wildly for a weapon, but there was nothing except the bags, which she contemplated for a brief moment.

Kieran's nostrils flared. "Dinna back away from us again, Nicole. I know ye dinna fear us." He tried to keep the anger from his voice. They were determined to win. Kieran knew their approach required some diplomacy, but he couldn't help adding, "Or 'twill be a spanking for ye."

"Liars!" she yelled at them, her adrenaline obviously pumping. "I am just your prisoner." She didn't imagine that most prisoners were made love to the way the men made love to her.

Both men winced. Her accusation affected them more than they cared to admit, and although they enjoyed the way their mate did not quail before them, at the moment they were viewing her with a distinct lack of amusement. They saw her refusal to obey their orders as blatant disobedience. They could always force her, but forcing Nicole to obey their orders would not be a pleasant experience. On the other hand, if they continued to let her have her way, they ran the risk of becoming submissive to their mate, pussy whipped. As alphas, there was no way in hell that was ever going to happen.

Eyon's resolve hardened. "Yer accusations are unfounded, Nicole."

"Really? Then tell me why Aryan is here," Nicole demanded. "Admit you're both keeping secrets."

They considered her request. Nicole was still in danger. If they were to tell her Aryan's brother might be responsible, a confrontation between them could prove harmful to Nicole. Still, they would never let harm come to Nicole. If Aryan tried to hurt Nicole, they would have no choice but to see her in stone. Neither wanted harm to come to Nicole or Aryan, so they would keep the information to themselves, for now, at least. Nicole needed to trust them.

"Believe us when we say that Aryan is here for her own safety. All we will admit to is not telling ye she was here," Eyon replied.

Eyon wondered if Nicole knew more about why Aryan was there than she let on. He looked at Kieran and could tell he wondered the same. He glanced back at Nicole's bowed head and could almost feel the anger emanating from her. Had she powers, she'd no doubt expel them both to Valhalla. Truth be told, they hadn't anticipated this type of defiance from their mate, but, by Thor's blood, they should have expected it.

Nicole snorted. "I don't want to stay here anymore." She moved across the room to stand by the window, arms crossed, hip thrust out, and watched them.

"Ye dinna have a choice," Eyon said, deadpan.

Nicole was too angry to reply. Was this truly happening?

Eyon watched the anger clouding Nicole's face and decided this had gone on long enough. "Come here, Nicole," he ordered softly.

Nicole's chin rose defiantly. "No."

"Are ye afraid of us?" Kieran asked. When she hesitated, his lips tightened.

"Are ye afraid of us, Nicole?" Kieran repeated harshly.

Nicole regarded them for a long time. She was afraid, but not of them. She hated the fact that despite knowing they kept this from her, she still wanted them and couldn't imagine being without them. But her body was in contradiction with her mind. Should she forgive them? Maybe they really did keep this a secret to protect her. Her mind told her that was the reason. She hesitated a bit, and then took a step forward.

Nicole's eyes widened in alarm as Eyon's hands darted forward and grasped her firmly by both arms. Eyon's grip on her arms tightened as he leaned toward her. She closed her eyes when he grasped her gently by the chin. His hold was firm enough that she could not turn her head.

"Ye are undisciplined, disrespectful, defiant and insolent," he growled.

Gathering the fabric of her chemise and silk robe in one hand, he ripped the garments from neckline to hem. The pieces fell softly to the plush carpet. Her eyes snapped opened instantly. She glared up at him. "Beast," she hissed.

Eyon heaved a sigh and pinned her with a no-nonsense look. "If ye weren't our mate, ye could have negotiated where ye'd live, be it our home or yers. But in this case, my love, ye have no choice." Eyon bent his head and captured a nipple in his mouth.

"No," she protested, as she twisted her body, but she could not avoid him.

The heat of his body and the earthy scent of his skin seemed to rob her of her senses and made her pulse race and her sex flood. She shook her head to clear it from the direction her thoughts were taking her and, when she finally managed to get her wits back, started to struggle as hard as she could to get away. Unfortunately, the only thing she managed to do was rub her mound against his enormous erection, which made him hold on even tighter and press her harder against his body.

She was embarrassed to admit how inflamed she felt, how much she wanted his huge cock in her pussy. Quickly, she reminded herself of the situation and tried to suppress the thoughts of being fucked senselessly. She was upset. That's it, upset.

Suddenly, Eyon said, "Do ye want more, sweets?"

It ripped her from her sexual turmoil and she stammered, "Of course not, it ...it was sickening-I felt nothing."

His hand touched her naked inner thigh and she moaned inadvertently. He lifted his hand and chuckled to himself. "If it was so terrible, why are ye wet, my sweets?"

Caught in her own lie, she offered no reply, instead she tried to pry his other hand loose, but it was like a band of steel. He seemed oblivious to the way her long nails scored his skin. Nicole suddenly realized that she was the captive of a lust-crazed madman. In thinking he would not take her in anger, she had made a serious error in judgment.

Before she could formulate a comeback, he crushed his lips against hers with such force she felt she would surely bruise. His passion was ferocious, animal-like. Her skin warmed as Kieran moved around her back. She shivered when his forefinger ran up and down the cleft of her buttocks, which were clenching with anticipation.

Someone grabbed her hand. Eyon. "Sweets, do something for me," he said. "I want ye to feel my hardness. Put yer hand inside my trousers."

He clasped her hand and guided it to his loosened waistband. He moved his fingertips to her wrist and held her to him. She moaned when she felt his thick meat swell in her hand. Nicole tightened her grip and pumped, and at his low growl, she moaned and shivered with arousal.

"Oh God," she whispered, "This feels ...you're so hard."

Eyon chuckled. "Kieran, let's remind our treasure what it's like to be finger-fucked by two gargoyles at once."

Nicole felt hands slide between her thighs, then over her hairless mound, finding her wet heat. She heard their groan of approval, no doubt seeing it as an indication of her weakness, knowing they once again had the power to make her weak. She didn't care, let them think what they like, she just wanted them to fill her. Her legs were pried further apart and fingers plunged in and out of her wet pussy, while Kieran tipped back her head, nuzzled her throat, and then nipped the tops of her shoulders.  

"She's wet, so damn wet," Kieran groaned, as if in pain.

Grasping Eyon's cock tighter, she thrust her breasts upward and rotated her hips in time with their fingers as they plunged in and out of her pussy. Her spine had stiffened, her mind clouded.

"Harder," she moaned. She felt utterly consumed by them, but appalled by their easy seduction of her. Had she no pride? Seemed not. Nicole's legs parted wider. Her hand found Eyon's as he thrust vigorously into her cunt. She pressed her own hand atop his and moved it harder into her heat.

Kieran chuckled. "Is this the same vixen who didna want us to touch her a few minutes ago."

"So? Isn't sex all you both want from me?" she managed, annoyed that they would even remind her of what a slut they had turned her into. Her body was theirs to control and they knew it.

Both men stilled.

"Is that what ye think?" Eyon looked directly into her eyes, though his face was a blur to her.

She struggled to concentrate, the craving for them immense, her feminine muscles clenching with arousal.

"What does it matter?"

Kieran and Eyon swapped glances. Giving her orifice a few more rough thrusts, both men instantly withdrew from her, grappling with the nearly overpowering lust pounding, hot and steady, in their groins. But their mate needed to learn that she was theirs, no other man would have her, and this wasn't just about sex.

A low groan rumbled thought her chest as she neared her peak. Her muscles bunched into tight, trembling masses. Just as she was about to either fall over or cry out for mercy, both her mates withdrew from her. She opened her eyes and realized she was now lying on the bed. She swallowed a roar of frustration, battled the instinct to shout at them, and so stared at them contemptuously.

"Ye are determined to fight us, aren't ye?" said Kieran. That they chose to put up with her foolishness this long amazed him. Their self-control was definitely failing.

 "It isna unusual to want obedience in one's mate, Nicole," Eyon said quietly. "Ye are not free to do as ye please, not anymore. I want ye to understand and listen well. Nothing can keep ye from us, nothing. Now stay in our room until we say otherwise."

Kieran, on his left, stood quietly, watching her. She returned Eyon's probing stare, her chin thrust up—a defensive action that didn't go unnoticed by them. Kieran's eyebrow inched up as he stared at her, but he said nothing since she pretended not to notice him. A wave of humiliation washed over her at the fact that he could dismiss her so crudely. Plus she was horny, on top of being angry, frustrated and well, horny. She was being punished for being honest. Imagine that.

Bloody gargoyles.

"Never," she hissed, rolling to her side. She sat up and then attempted to stand, but a frantic wave of emotion seized her. She was afraid! Her mates were too domineering, too attractive. Plus, she loved them. How would she fight them? Resist them?

Kieran's eyes narrowed dangerously. Their mate never learned. "Nicole, tread carefully," he warned.

Her head snapped towards him. Her breath caught in her throat. He was undressed, with the exception of his loose fitting trousers and she was privy to an eyeful of male perfection.

"Or what?" she challenged, but judging by his angry glare, her lover had had enough.

Eyes riveted on her, she looked towards the door. Not ready to let it go, she staggered to her feet. Distance would allow her to cling to what little pride she had left. Instinct told her as much.

Kieran moved with a speed that was awe-inspiring, but second nature to his kind. "By the Gods," he growled, "tis gone on long enough." Kieran grabbed her, forcing her down on the bed with his large body. "Ye'll do as ye're told! If ye spurn me, ye'll rue the day ye were born!"

"Let me go," Nicole cried, and then dropped her voice, aware of the changing color of his eyes. "Why is she here?" She knew she sounded like a jealous cow, but she couldn't help it.

"She!" he screamed, his voice tinged with anguish. "She is of no concern! Stop this foolishness or I'll spank yer behind, and believe me, that can get quite unpleasant."

She felt silent for a moment, shocked. She struggled for a comeback, realizing he still had her pinned to the bed. "I will not continue to stay here with either of you, if she remains here."

She averted her face and remained still, but to her surprise, Eyon nudged Kieran aside and settled on her other side, sandwiching her body between them. She yelped in surprised at being so trapped and tried to pull way, but they held her tightly.  

"You're both hurting me," she cried, still struggling to get free.

"Cease yer struggles, we have no desire to bruise ye. But, the way ye're carrying on, I think ye're enjoying this," Eyon groaned. "Ye belong to us. Don't ye ever deny us what we can take willingly?"

Anger rose in her chest at his arrogant remark. "I want a separate room," she demanded.

"Nicole, ye're not the one here to make the demands- we are," Eyon spoke sharply, while he stared down directly into her eyes. "Ye'll do as ye're told, Nicole. Ye'll not have a separate chamber. This is the room where ye'll sleep at night and be taken by us, unless we say otherwise."

Nicole clenched her teeth in anger. No choice, the fucking injustice of it all. She looked over at Kieran, who had an amused look on his face. She knew what was going to happen. Wasn't that what she wanted? They wanted her desperately. She knew that look. But she wouldn't make it easy for them now.

"I don't care what you say."

Kieran chuckled. "Sweets, no excuses, I know ye want us. We're destined to be together. Ye canna deny the bond. Yer resistance is pointless."

He wedged a powerful thigh between her legs and secured her arms above her head. Nicole's eyes narrowed as she bared her even white teeth. "Barbarians," she growled, opening her mouth as if to spit at him. He squeezed her wrists tighter, causing her to cry out.

"Try it, Nicole," Kieran said threateningly, "I'll beat yer backside so hard and then we'll fuck ye for hours after. Ye willna be able to sit or walk for days."

She licked her lips, staring back at him. "I'll scream rape."

"Really now?" Eyon interjected. "Ye canna rape the willing." He eyed her naked body with heated desire. "I know what ye like and how ye like it."

He pressed his lips against her neck; placing small wet kisses on her throat and shoulder. He motioned for his cousin to continue holding her, but he needn't have bothered because Nicole was offering no resistance at that point.

They must have sensed her submission, because both men rose and stripped. Nicole's eyes appraised their glorious bodies, Kieran's displaying scratches where she had taken her anger out on him. Their eyes clashed. She shivered and Kieran laughed.

"We're going to fuck ye hard and long, and make ye beg for it," Kieran growled, "I will enjoy tasting, and fucking ye for hours."

"I won't beg for it," she vowed, but that was a lie.

Her back arched, thrusting her pussy towards them. Both men shuddered in pleasure at the sight of their mate. All lush and flushed, her generous breasts bounced as she panted for breath. Her hairless mound revealed a clit that looked swollen, wet and juicy.

Eyon chuckled. "Little liar. Let's give her what she needs, cousin."

"Aye, no reason to not take what is ours. Loki has smiled on us." Kieran grinned.

The hands of the two men moved across the surface of her stomach. They rubbed themselves against her, their cocks seeping, leaving little beads of wetness on her skin as they teased her with little prods and nudges against her stomach and buttocks. They shared a grin and then attacked her. Eyon moved to her pussy, needing that taste of her, while Kieran moved to her breasts. Eyon wasted no time. He pressed her legs apart and hitched them upon his shoulders. Nicole sucked in a breath. She knew what was about to happen.

"Ah, lass, ye'll beg," he murmured before he latched onto her hardened clit, loving the way she gasped at the invasion.

Her hips jerked when his lips caught her clit. He teased the sensitive kernel with his tongue, then drew the hood over the head and suckled. His fingers kneaded her inner thighs, and then slipped into her pussy, flexing and twisting.




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"I could eat ye up," he growled, kissing a soft line to the dripping wet slit that tempted him. "Ye're so sweet, honey doesna compare. I love the taste of yer juice."

"Oh Eyon, please don't stop." Her thighs opened wider, her hips pushing against his hand- so much for not begging.

"I willna," Eyon chuckled, running his tongue over her sensitive nub. "Such a lovely, warm, tasty pussy," he growled against her clit, greedily taking the hard nub back into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Kieran was also busy. He took a hard nipple into his mouth and sucked on it to the point of pain, while a finger and thumb plucked at her other elongated nub. They were consuming her. She was hungry for them. Eyon was lapping at her clit as he slid a finger in and out of her tight, wet sheath. He was torturing her with pleasure. Kieran was sucking and plucking at her nipples. Neither was particularly rough nor gentle. Eyon ate her out with the strength and sureness of a man who knew what he wanted, slowly pushing into her weeping hole, tasting her sweet nectar.

Kieran's hands went wild on her breasts, driving her once again toward the illusive pleasure she craved. He was massaging her breasts with both hands, rubbing her nipples hard and making them tender with an erotic soreness that she really liked. Nicole began to feel the warning signs of an impending climax, so she thrust her hips at Eyon's mouth, urging him to give her what she wanted and needed. Fiery heat roared through her bloodstream. Her breath came faster, matching his.

Nicole gasped in disappointment when he suddenly moved away. "Please Eyon, don't stop! Not yet."

Kieran laughed as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. He massaged her breasts with his large callous hands. He was aroused, excited and his cock was dribbling his pre-cum. "Should we give her release?"

Eyon laughed. "Depends."

"Please," she cried.

"It is time," Kieran croaked out, and they laid her between them on her side, Kieran in the front, Eyon from behind, a position they had taken her in many a time.

Kieran moved over her. One hand rubbed up and down his shaft, the other found his balls and cupped them. "Aye, we'll finish ye, lass. I'll fill yer tasty cunt with a cock ye love as Eyon takes yer ass."

Then, with a swift jerk of their hips, they plunged in. She was skewered, impaled. Utterly and completely dominated, and oh, how she loved it. They were so damned big and it burned when they stretched her with their cocks, slowly pressing in and out, a little farther each time as they worked to gain entrance beyond her tight muscles. Once the broad crown passed the loop of muscle, the pain disappeared, melding swiftly into a dark slide of pleasure.

Nicole groaned.

The men's breathing was uneven as they remained still for a moment. Nicole felt the warm tickle of Eyon's breath against her ear. She moaned when he nuzzled the side of her neck and whispered, "Such a sweet, tight ass ye have."

She whimpered and shivered in delight. Kieran's forehead pressed into the crook of her neck. "Ohhhh sweetness...Tis a hot, sweet pussy ye have."

Then he began to roll his hips. His cock slid along Nicole's slick pussy lips, pressing firmly against her clit with each roll, causing an urgent need to build deep inside her.

"Oh," she sighed, her whole body shuddering with delight as they began to move back and forth with short, shallow strokes. She gripped Kieran's firm ass with her hands, as she tried to match their tempo. Ripples of pleasure consumed her has they plunged, pulled back plunged again, in unison, alternating, taking her, claiming her, marking her as their own, over and over. Their growls were savage as their pace quickened. Their rapid panting, their bodies stiffening, their cocks pushing deeper, hardening, pulsing as she took them fully, crying out at the surging orgasm that hit her deep within the core of her womb.

"Christ's blood," they moaned, "Nicole, tis wonderful for sure. We've never had a pussy or ass so good and so tight...Never!"

And then Kieran pulled his swollen cock out of her and held it. "This cock is only for ye, sweets," he growled, staring down into her hooded eyes. She panted, her features flushed as she stared at it, her cock.

"See this?" he grinned, semi-taunting. "This is how deep I will fuck ye." His shaft almost reached her belly button. It was wet and beautiful...so beautiful.

"Yes, Kieran," she panted as Eyon growled her name and clutched her hips with both hands as he continued to piston his cock in and out of her. She wiggled hard, desperate to feel both cocks again. She was wild with lust for them. Their cocks were hers.

Kieran maintained eye contact, and when his mate smiled lovingly at him, something within him shattered. With a deep and resonating growl, he thrust hard, impaling her fully again. She cried out as he increased his rhythm, sliding in, then out, pushing her higher. She clutched his bulging muscles; her breath coming in gasps and moans. She tried, but it was almost impossible to move with them. They held her so tight, as if she was going to get up and leave.

"What an ass. So fine, tis so nice." Eyon wrapped his arm around her hips to press her closer as he brushed fevered kisses across her cheek. She began to slowly move, as the flame of passion whipped through her spine.

"That's it, move with us," he encouraged, his voice strained, "Give me my ass, all of it, and feel the stamp of ownership. Ye belong to me, as well as Kieran."

She groaned in pleasure, unable to resist doing as he said. The pleasure was mind blowing. It was as if he'd taken over her body, commanding it to a fever-pitched response. She was at the crest of a tidal wave, hanging above the dark depths of a hungry sea, ready to plunge into a depth she well knew and craved. She dug her fingers into his hand, hard enough to draw blood. His cock was lodged tightly inside her.

"Fuck us," they growled, kissing her lips and neck hungrily. Kieran watched her, rapt, as her motions grew fiercer.

"Christ's toenail, Gods of Valhalla, tis heaven. Move with us, sweeting. Aye." Kieran gasped when she matched their thrusts. "That's it. Aye, take it all. Take our cocks in deep, sweets."

"Ohhhh, Ohhhh God!" she moaned when she felt a hot mouth at her ear again.

They began to move back and forth with short, shallow strokes. Nicole instinctively sank her teeth into Kieran's shoulder as her pussy began to throb. Large cocks pulsated within the snug confines of her orifices; her body shook with each hard stroke of their hips. She bucked against them, groaning as they began to slam into her, harder and faster.

"Say our names." They punctuated every word with another hard thrust. "Say our names now, Nicole!"

"Eyon, Kieran. Oh Eyon...Oh Kieran," she cried. Her body convulsed with another release as their own seized them.

Her scream was the trigger, the key that sent both men into climax. Eyon's powerful thrust lifted her into Kieran. Eyon's cock drove deep, but he didn't hold at the point of orgasm, he gritted his teeth as release ignited violently through him, and his eyes flashed between black and red.

Nicole's orgasm was no less intense, leaving her gasping and breathless. Kieran growled so loudly, the room appeared to have moved. Nicole continued to shake and squirm as their cocks swelled even larger. A guttural, hoarse cry of exultation escaped them as they continued to fill her with their seed, a gift of passion that her body accepted with trembling greed, as her pussy and ass continued milking their incredible cocks.

Finally, they left her body and eased her down onto the pillows between them. Eyon lifted her chin with his hand and kissed her soundly. Nicole kissed him back and wondered what kind of fool she was. Eyon pulled her back towards him where she lay limp, sated, and exhausted. They lay like that for what seemed a long time, until Nicole summoned enough strength to open one eye and look towards Kieran.

"Will you be sending Aryan home?"

He opened an eye and looked at her. He smiled a predatory grin, having already savored his prey. "No."

"You're a wretched beast, Kieran. Both of you," she grumbled as she pushed free of their arms and began to ease from the bed. "You have no care for my feelings. I don't understand how you both make me feel this way. God help you both when I ..."

"Actually," Kieran interrupted, reaching out and grasping her by the hand, "tis because ye're our mate. Now, dinna taint a beautiful moment with pointless questions and stupidities. While we enjoy yer body for certain, and have known no greater pleasure, yer behavior is getting out of hand."

She sputtered, incredulous at his arrogance. "My behavior? This is ridiculous. I am not a child."

He sighed and then pinched the bridge of his nose as he seemingly gathered himself together.

"Be quiet, Nicole," Eyon grounded out.

"I don't care for your tone," Nicole snapped.

He glanced up, his jaw clenched, his green eyes blazing into her brown ones.

"Nicole, be quiet," he repeated, his voice lacking any trace of calm. "Ye continue to show that ye have no respect for order and are out of control. Ye will not leave this room for any reason until either Kieran or myself say otherwise. Is that clear?"

Nicole could only stare at him in shock. "I..." She sighed as words failed her.

The cool finality of his words struck terror in her heart. Nicole stared at him in silence, trying desperately to think of some argument in her defense. Nicole closed her eyes, beyond tears or crying, beyond pleas for mercy. What was the use?

She turned away from them as they reached out to hold her. Anger exploded in their minds at her behavior. They loved her, wanted what was best for her. Surely she could see that.

In his anger, Eyon said mockingly, "Well, at least we know how to keep ye in line. Be it for a short period."

Anger and disappointment gripped Nicole's heart at his cruel jibe. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, so that he would not hear her sob.

Eyon sighed, feeling ashamed at his cruel remark. He knew he shouldn't have said it, but he'd never been angrier in his life. He stared at her erect posture for a second and then rolled off the bed. He grabbed some clothing from the closet, threw it on and walked towards the window, staring outside.

Kieran sat silently looking at her. "We only seek to love ye, Nicole," he said wearily. Pushing up off the bed, he turned from her and pulled on his trousers. He looked towards his cousin's grim features and sighed.

Nicole shrugged, still refusing to look their way. As both men walked towards the door to leave, they paused and stared at her. Torment and anger blazed in their eyes, and they inwardly wished she could see that they only wanted to love and care for her.

"Eyon...Kieran." Her soft voice broke the silence they had maintained.

"Yes, sweets?" they replied in unison, and she risked a glance at their faces.

"You won't win," she whispered, realizing that they already had, but she felt the need to salvage some of her pride.

Nicole tensed and braced herself for their reply. Hating them—hating herself for wanting them, despite it all.

"I will remind ye to stay in our room until we say otherwise. Also, make sure ye are prepared, as we leave for Italy tomorrow afternoon," Kieran informed her. He spoke softly, but Nicole could hear his anger just under the surface.

They then both turned and left the room.

When the door closed, she listened to the sound of their footsteps fade as they walked down the hallway. She sighed and covered her face with her hands.

Arrogant bastards! She hissed inwardly. Those two needed to be taken down a peg or two. Nicole sat on the bed for a while longer. When the urge to scream had left her, she got up and headed to the bathroom.

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Gargouille Ch. 08



Hiya, my lovely readers. Ever so sorry for the long wait. I lost my editor and was in limbo for a while. Thanks to a lovely fairy called Arielu who introduced me to the wonderful Max. You're both stars. Thank you Max for the wonderful editing. 

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Nicole paced around the bedroom. Isolation was, for most part, tedious. She paced, cursed, read a book, and packed some of her clothing even though they hadn't seen it fit to inform her beforehand of this trip. But protesting was useless; her wits would be her best weapon. 

She inhaled slowly, calming herself down before letting it out in a quick gust, a cross between a scuff and a sigh. All those two beasts cared about was controlling and dominating her. If she did as they saw fit, they were satisfied. She had challenged them. As reward, she was locked away, forgotten. Her tormentors had sent Alana with food for her, but they had not come to see her. 

Sighing, she turned to the door, wondering how things would have been different if she'd managed her escape. No way to know now, the locked door made sure she wasn't going anywhere. Nicole gritted her teeth. Her rights, taken and defiled by gargoyles, and she could do nothing. She remained locked away, waiting for the so called masters to free her! 

Nicole hated this helplessness. If only she were a man. She would not have to endure the humiliation of being a prisoner; still, she wouldn't have found herself in this position would she? God, sometimes being a woman sucked! Men were free to do as they pleased. 

Bastards! 

The familiar resentment welled up inside her. Why had God forsaken her? She cried. 

Angrily she grabbed her chemise that was hanging off her dressing chair and put it on, before making her way into her bathroom. She pushed her hair off her forehead, before splashing some water on her face. Once she was finished, Nicole made her way back out to her bedroom. She got into bed. As she laid her head on the pillow she murmured to herself, "bloody gargoyles." 

Kieran sat in his study feeling even surlier than usual, which was saying a lot, considering his mood had been brooding at the best part of the day. The capture and imprisoning of Neal had taken longer than they'd expected. Their earlier intention of going to see Nicole and working things out had fallen by the wayside in the press of dozens of problems and decisions that had required their attention almost from the moment they'd left her side. 

His patience wore thin tonight as Kieran tried to imagine the way forward. Going to his mate and soothing her hurt feelings might provide a short respite, but when it came to Nicole, he usually was weak and became irrationally possessive. Eyon was no better. Nicole needed to be patient, but how could they endure a life if she didn't trust them? 

Kieran's lips tightened as he thought of the earlier conversation with Eyon. He had suggested they go to their mate and tell her the truth. 

"What!" Eyon growled at him. "Are ye fucking mad?" 

Kieran gave him a look of disgust. "If I were, I'd go tell her right now. No questions." 

"Ye have such a way with words, then ye go break her heart." Eyon started to walk off but stopped and sat heavily on a chair. 

"Damn it, Eyon! She needs to know." Kieran argued. "And if I know Moira, Nicole will know a whole lot more. We'll be worrying more of losing her than ever. She has a right..." 

"Nay!" Eyon cut him off. "Christ blood, Kieran! I dinna want to deal with this. Now is not the time." 

The two locked eyes, but Eyon stood his ground. "We're not telling her. We're not repeating history here. Not today and not any other day if I have my say. And believe me; I'm going to have a few words with Moira about keeping her mouth in check." 

After a moment of silence, Kieran moved closer to his cousin. "We've avoided the subject for far too long. What we're becoming is like the Elders, our fathers, controlling and righteous. But dinna ye see? We're nothing like them." 

"Shut up, Kieran. Ye were too young to know everything." Eyon abruptly got up and stalked back and forth. 

Kieran sighed, "I am but two years yer junior." 

Eyon snorted. "For starters, we've been open about our feelings for Nicole from the beginning. I think she's made her feelings obvious too. Christ blood Kieran, ye saw how upset she was about Aryan! Imagine how she'll react on hearing about what happened to the women and also Neal's wife. This doesn't have to end badly for anyone." 

Sitting down, Kieran expelled his breath in a rush of frustrated alarms. It killed him to admit it. He knew Eyon made sense. 

"Dinna say I did not warn ye," Eyon threw out before he exited the study. "Ye'll make a dire mistake." 

Kieran tightened his lips, feeling irked that Eyon managed to thaw his decision. Seconds later, he wondered if maybe Eyon was right. The relationship had started on the wrong foot. He had taken her, leaving her little choice in the matter. Kieran remembered how hurt Nicole had been not being told about Aryan. Secrets had a way of coming out when one least expected it. 

"Damnation!" he yelled, slamming his fist into his thigh like a child. He hated the ruse, hated his father, the Elders, and Eyon for putting him in the position to have to lie, and he hated himself for going along with it. He knew that it was a necessary evil, but that was cold comfort. Going to their villa in Italy and spending quality time with Nicole may be a way forward to find some happiness - but what kind of happiness? One in a bed of lies and secrets. 

Kieran got up and on his way towards the door stopped and stared at his reflection in the lull length mirror near the door. He started at his reflection with contempt. "What kind of man have I become?" he asked his reflection. Blue eyes stared back at him seemingly have lost their glow. They looked cold and empty to Kieran. 

"Ye dinna deserve her," he whispered vehemently to himself. With a sigh, he walked out and headed towards the stairs. 

Kieran put his hand to the large brass handle on their bedroom door. Opening the door to their room, he could see Nicole sleeping on their large bed. She looked so lovely lying so peacefully on her back, her head turned to the side, unruly dark hair framing her soft features. One hand was laid under her gently rising full breasts, the nipples visible through the skimpy material of the nightdress she wore, and the other was thrown level with her head, palm side up. Kieran looked down on her, as a desire for his mate strongly rose within him. He resisted the overwhelming temptation to walk over, stroke her cheek and run his fingers through the unruly hair surrounding her face. He closed his eyes momentarily, seeing her wonderful body, knowing how much he wanted her at that point. Cursing his lustful thoughts way, he moved back out of the room. 

No matter how hard his desire was right now, waking her up would be a very bad idea. The way he could feel himself reacting to her sleeping form, lord only knew what would happen if she were to look at him with those wonderful brown eyes of hers. He wanted Nicole to love them as they loved her. 

What a dilemma. 

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Nicole awoke feeling tired. Her stomach growled in protest of the supper it missed. She now wished she had eaten the meal Alana had brought her yesterday. Sighing, she ran a shaky hand over her stomach and got up from the bed, disgusted with herself for wallowing in self-pity like a silly school girl. She would do everything in her power to avoid putting herself through a nightmare like that again. 

Dizziness overtook her as she walked toward the bathroom. She used the large bedpost for support, waiting for the light-headedness to pass. The dizzy feeling and nausea was getting more frequent. There was no denying it. She was pregnant. Her mother was a midwife, so Nicole thought that she'd know the symptoms of a pregnancy. Only after numerous dizzy spells and a few bouts of momentary nausea did Nicole finally figure out that she was about two months pregnant. 

She quietly scoffed at herself for not seeing the signs earlier. Her body had already undergone some subtle changes courtesy of the child growing within her. Changes that seemed so obvious to Nicole that she couldn't believe the men hadn't noticed. But beyond an approving observation concerning her breasts being fuller in size and her increased appetite, they appeared oblivious. 

The dizzy spell passed and Nicole made her way unsteadily into the bathroom and started to freshen up. Once dressed, she made her way back into the bed room. A knock at the door sounded. "Come in," she called, staring at the entrance. 

The large oak door opened. Standing hesitantly and anxiously gripping the brass door handle, Pierce stared at his mistress. 

"Good morn, my Lady. The Lairds bade me to collect yer bags for the trip." He smiled as he approached her. 

Nicole blinked in surprised...The door wasn't locked? She thought. Nicole barely suppressed a groan of irritation at her stupidity. But when she thought it over afterwards; it occurred to her that she ought to have tried it first, before making assumptions. 

Nicole tried not to curse, though her discomfort was high. "Good morning, Pierce," she replied quietly. His pleasant attitude did not sit well her due to her dark and unsettled mood. 

"Are ye okay, my lady?" Pierce asked in a hushed tone. 

Nicole summoned a faint smile. Despite her sadness, she recognized that she had mistaken him. He too seemed distressed and sad, and she gave him a wider smile. "I am okay, thank you Pierce." 

He nodded and picked her bags off the floor without further questions, but now Nicole could not mistake the concerned expression now on his normally smiling face. She knew the entire household was aware of the heated argument between herself and the men. If they had only told her about Aryan, this could have been prevented. The argument changed nothing. The fact that she was angry at the whole situation would not undo what had transpired. Still, she could not help but feel utterly betrayed. 

Nicole sighed deeply. 

Pierce shifted uneasily as he stared at his mistress. She looked so sad. He took a hesitant step towards her. "Can I get ye anything, my ...?" He trailed off. 

"No. You are very helpful and kind. Thank you," Nicole said with a fond smile on her face. 

The young man seemed almost relieved at her response and went on retrieving her bags. "Ye have a lovely time, my lady." 

Once Pierce had left, Nicole flopped down with a heavy sigh, already more on edge. The next knock had her fuming. "Come in." She snapped. 

Alana entered, hesitantly. "Good morning, my lady. You are ready?" she asked needlessly. Her face was sad for her mistress, but happy the Lairds were taking her away to sort out their differences. 

"Morning," Nicole murmured, looking none too happy. 

"Aodh is in the hall waiting for you, my Lady. The Lairds left not too long. They will be..." 

"I do not care Alana. You've no need to tell me." Nicole was not able to keep the annoyed sound from her voice. 

"I am sorry my lady," Alana stuttered. 

A long, uncomfortable silence passed between the two women. Alana bowed her head, making Nicole feel guilty about the curt answer. It wasn't Alana's fault that she'd been ordered to stay in her room. Neither was it her fault the men neglected to tell her about Aryan. More gently, she said, "I am sorry, Alana." 

Alana looked up and smiled at Nicole. "It's okay my lady. I understand." 

Nicole smiled. Her mind probed cautiously at memories of the scene in the bedroom yesterday, finding pain and confusion, but acceptance, too. She knew now she would find it hard to deny the men her body—the thought sickened her, as if it were a submission. 

Mayhap it was. 

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Sometime later, Nicole walked towards their private jet. Sighing her last nerves away, she walked up the flight of steps. The stewardess, a petite older woman named Amy, greeted her as she boarded the jet. She informed Nicole as she ushered her inside that the men were already on board. At that announcement, Nicole went rigid with tension, as she had not seen nor spoken to either Eyon or Kieran since the argument yesterday. Nicole tried to control her conflicting emotions as the woman smilingly assisted her to her seat. 

Minutes later, now in the air, Nicole unsnapped her seat belt and took a deep breath waiting for the men to join her. 

Amy offered her refreshment and Nicole asked for a cup of tea. She hoped the tea would soothe her queasy stomach. Nausea had become a constant companion since morning; Nicole prayed it didn't join her with the men around. If they knew she was carrying their child, they would become even more domineering and her plan would never work. 

Not now, she prayed. 

As her tea was served, Nicole smiled and thanked Amy. Several minutes later, Nicole felt relaxed, not even the nearest sign of nausea was present in her stomach which usually happened when she was nervous or on edge. She slowly sipped the sweet smelling brew, wondering when the men would show up. 

Kieran and Eyon stood at the rear of the plane, watching their mate. She was on edge. They could tell by her furrowed brow and the way she gripped the handle of the delicate tea cup. They could also tell she was thinking of them. Every so often she would thrust her chin up and they knew that telltale sign of defiance. They smiled and slowly walk along the aisle of the plane. They were happy to see her and this was evident by the tension leaving their bodies and pleasing smiles they now wore and this they attributed to the beautiful woman they were now walking towards. 

"Afternoon, sweets," the two booming voices chorused above her. 

Nicole looked up at the two objects of her thoughts. Her throat constricted as her tummy executed a somersault. Her tea cup rattled it's betrayal on the saucer as her hands shook. So as not to spill the hot liquid on her hands, she slowly and carefully placed it on the table. Nicole sighed inwardly and folded her trembling hands in her lap and looked up at them. Instead of a smile, small or otherwise, they got a snort. 

A grim smile touched Eyon's lips and he almost laughed at his own fantasy. How could he believe that Nicole would receive them with welcome arms? Gone was the soft, willing woman who had lain beneath them so eager just yesterday. But could he blame her? 

Her looks were daggers to him, but instead of acquiescing to her challenge, Eyon stared at his mate. Her honey brown skin and thick black hair was glowing. She looked so lovely, despite the frown she wore. She looked like sinful innocence, if such a thing was possible. Her soft body was clad in a red top with navy trousers. Her full breasts strained the top's low rounded neck line, pressing enticingly against each other, making him incapable of shifting his gaze. 

But he did. 

It was her eyes that captured him as they looked at him with resignation and dismissal. Without uttering a single word, she'd questioned his love for her, unmanned him, demanded he share his hurt, pain and secrets with her. Otherwise they'd never be happy. 

Eyon could sense her anger and pain...mixed with something else. Something he couldn't explain but he could feel, like the air around him. Something was different about her, giving her an aura, radiance, despite her obvious anger. What was it? His mate hid her inner thoughts well but she would slipped, just enough for him to see what she was hiding from them. 

Nicole looked up at Eyon. His nostrils flared slightly, causing her heart to thud. What if he suspected her condition? Though annoyance kept his body rigid, there was something in his eyes that caused her breath to hitch in her throat. Her composure was starting to crumble. Did he know? How could he? 

Nicole wanted to confide in them. The secret she held was tearing her up inside. But what was she to do? And what about them? Were they any better? 

Dare she confess to her lovers? Their behavior yesterday told her should they discover her secret, she would never be free. Damn, she was in this alone. 

A soft gasp escaped her when his large hands reached out and pulled her from her seat towards him. He pulled her close and kissed her lips; briefly she wondered if she should pull away. But she didn't. He began trailing kisses along the column of her neck. The touch of his lips on hers caused her whole being to explode into a thousand pieces of light. Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled away and looked down at her. He leaned his forehead against hers. "Ye drive me insane." Then he kissed her. Tenderly. Lovingly. Sensually. 

Eyon moved away after one last kiss before handing her over to Kieran as he appeared to be having trouble controlling his need to touch her as well. Eyon then sat on the seat opposite to hers and watched his cousin's relieved expression as Nicole willingly came into his arms as well. 

She sighed and leaned further into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head as it came to rest against his chest. He began rubbing her back, massaging and kneading the muscles. Low moan of pleasure worked its way from her throat. 

"Ye well?" Kieran asked. 

Nicole sighed. Now he asked. Wasn't he also part of her pain? Now he was here acting like nothing happened yesterday. What did he expect? That she would fall into their arms and forget? Nicole pushed his hand away and sat back in her seat. 

She felt their stares, but keeping her gaze focused outside the window didn't provide the distraction she needed. The two men sitting across from her consumed her every thought. When did her life became so complicated? Truth was, her life was already complicated. Her mother Hyacinth saw to that, with her constant meddling and need to run her life. Now these two were doing the same. 

She pouted. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. 

Kieran looked down as Nicole averted her eyes in an attempt to ignore them. He continued staring at her, enjoying the sight of her full lips as she worried them with her teeth. He silently urged her to look at him. God knew she needed to see how saddened he was. He suspected she might be with child. She wouldn't admit it, but he had heard her quiet trips to the bathroom, heard her asking Alana for tea to stop heartburn. Wasn't heartburn a symptom of pregnancy? He wasn't sure, since he had never been around a pregnant female. He had read it off the internet. She had yet to confess his suspicion and he needed to hear it from her lips to himself and Eyon. He suspected his cousin was clueless. 

With so many secrets between them, he knew his mate would not reveal hers. 

A ragged sigh of frustration broke from his chest. Kieran looked over, his gaze meeting that of his cousin's. He and Eyon had always been close, closer to each other than any of their kind, which were few. It had been destined that one day he and Eyon would fall in love with the same woman. 

Now that they've found her, they'd made a complete and bloody mess of things.When his cousin looked at him, Kieran's eyes hardened. He wanted to lash out at him, but the expression in his cousin's eyes told him Eyon fought a different battle. 

Kieran took comfort in the fact that Nicole couldn't see it. She couldn't read the sexual longing Eyon held for her in his eyes because she wasn't looking at them. If she couldn't see it, it couldn't heighten her anger more. 

Feeling a burning stare, Eyon turned to look at his cousin. One glance at Kieran's upturned face told him they shared the same grinding need to fuck their mate. Kieran hid it well, but it was there. Nicole was angry with them now. What of it? He'd make amends when they reached Italy. 




Gargouille Ch. 08



Alone in his bed last night, he'd laid awake, thinking of her, marveling over his unbelievable good fortune. Looking at the empty bed beside him, he'd thought with excitement of having her in it. He'd imagined her sandwiched between him and Kieran, his cock embedded in her ass, as Kieran's pierced her pussy. He'd even imagined her full lips forming the word "love" as they fucked her into oblivion. 

Lost in this arousing image, he moaned a little and then caught himself. But apparently, it had not gone unnoticed. Both Keiran and Nicole were staring at him. Nobody said anything for a second or two. 

"Uh.'Tis a short journey. But I dinna know if ye had much to eat. Are ye hungry?" Eyon said. His voice had deepened, his gaze still on her lips. 

Nicole gave him a look of disgust. "Why?" she demanded. 

Eyon stiffened. "Why?" 

He moved to touch her. 

"Don't." He pulled back. 

Nicole noticed that his eyes had saddened and the mask of anger had disappeared to be replaced by sorrow. And once again she wasn't sure if she was seeing a different person before her or whether this was just a new aspect to his ploy to keep her in bondage. 

Each man looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Do... ye hate us Nicole?" Eyon said sadly. 

"I am really beyond hating where both of you are concerned." 

"Nicole..." Kieran whispered. "Would ye rather believe we're not worthy of any emotion, not worth caring about in any way?" 

He moved towards her. She wasn't sure what to do so she put her hands on his chest to ward him off . He barely moved, his strong frame inert to her force. His automatic reaction was to lift his hands up and grab her by the wrists, pinning her hands to his chest. Locked in his vice like grip, he leaned towards her and with low voice looked down at her separated lips taking in a glance of her bosom. He quickly looked deep into her eyes which radiated helplessness and defiance. 

"Please, don't," she whispered turning her face away. Supporting both wrists with one muscular arm, he took her gently, and turned her face to him. She averted her eyes as he searched her face. 

"Ye no longer care for us, Nicole?" 

"I think the days of caring about how either of you feel are over." Nicole tried to pull her hands away but his strength meant it was up to him when she was released. 

He grunted his displeasure. 

"You both made it clear what I mean to you, so at least we know where we stand now," she murmured. 

She heard a grunt of annoyance come from Eyon but decided to ignore it. If she had to look into his eyes, she might just blurt the truth—that she was pregnant and planning an escape. 

"Why do ye torment me thus?" he asked, just as breathlessly. "Ye desire to punishment us, aye?" 

"We could go our separate ways and forget we had ever met," Nicole offered. 

Once more Kieran leaned forward. "That will never happen." 

"Well, I guess there are some things even both of you can't control," she snapped. 

Eyon's reply was swift and vehement. "Said who?" 

Damn! 

She'd thought she'd at least have the last word, but apparently not. 

.. MW .. 

Nicole woke with a startled cry. Her eyes popped open and she had an immediate awareness of her surroundings. I am at the Villa. Her heart pounding and her breath shallow, she sat up and looked around her bedroom. 

"They're gone," she whispered to herself as she shivered and rubbed her arms to warm herself despite the warmth of her bedroom. She was always nervous these days. Since she decided on what she had to do to in order to keep her sanity. Last night they'd squeezed and caressed her, snuggling up to her sides. Their hard, warm bodies melding with her own. She could smell their arousal and had no doubt they could smell hers too. They couldn't seem to help themselves. Kieran had whispered in her ear that he'd never slept with a female before and not taken her, and the fact she was their mate made it even harder, but they would respect her request of no sex. For now. 

They'd whispered how they loved her and how sorry they were. But memories of how they'd hurt her had kept her silent and rigid. 

Nicole wasn't sure she could stand a repeat of last night any time soon. She might have displayed a will of iron, but her body would betray her eventually. The flesh always weakened. With her hormones on high due to her state, she was, ripe for the taking. Heated images swirled in her brain. She forced herself back to the present. There are important things you need to focus on, she chastised herself. Nicole closed her eyes and thanked whatever deity was looking out for her. If both men were to see her now, all fidgety and nervous, she had no doubt they would figure out what she had planned. She would be locked in their room with guards at the door. Nicole had no freedom. It may be gilded, but a cage was still a bloody cage. When they had arrived at the Villa, Nicole had calmly requested to have her own room. 

"Ye share a room with us, Nicole. Of course ye are more than welcome to choose another room of yer liking, the Villa is large. But the end result will be the same," Eyon had said blandly. 

Kieran growled at him, but Eyon didn't appear fazed in the least. 

Nicole stared at him and said softly, "Do you wish to anger me, Eyon? If not, then you need to speak more kindly and watch your tone." She said it so sweetly that Eyon was momentarily distracted by her sweet melodic voice. There was however a hardened glint in her eyes. He spotted it. Eyon shook his head and his senses returned. 

"Really," he murmured. His tone was pleasant, almost patient. That it was firm did not escape Nicole's mind. Her hands curled into fists. She had to fight hard from keeping them at her side in an effort not to punch him in the nose. Nicole glared at him. His brooding stare bore into hers, and she lowered her eyes, then looked over at Kieran; he stood in silence watching her. He appeared tired, barely himself. 

This is unlike Kieran, she thought. 

"We harbour ye no ill, Nicole," Kieran said wearily. "How about I show ye to our rooms?" He held out his hand. Nicole's brown eyes narrowed. Turning, she looked around. The large foyer was luxurious from top to bottom, with its opulent marble floor, to the large chandelier which hung from the ceiling high above her. She could see the ornate stairs which led to the second story and she sighed dreamily in awe, before facing him again. Her features softened, and her vulnerability was palpable. 

"Okay." She accepted his hand. Nicole struggled to keep from snuggling her body closer to his as he led her down the hall. Luckily, she managed to contain herself. 

Amazed at the turn of events, Nicole walked shakily as her pumps heel echoed on the marble floor. They then strode over to the magnificent marble staircase, moving up it quickly before leading her to a large doorway. Eyon followed ahead of them. They stopped as he opened a large brass door. Nicole gasped at the room she found herself in. Decorated in white with grey and gold, it was elegant and opulent. The master bedroom featured a gorgeous view of the pool and ocean through double French doors and despite herself, she loved it on sight. 

"I hope ye find this to yer liking?" Eyon said, his voice hesitant and hopeful. However, Nicole didn't even acknowledge him, but moved to one of the two other doors in the beautiful room. In the first, she found a sitting area, overlooking the ocean, and in the other, a luxurious bathroom stocked with everything she could ever need or want, plus a large Jacuzzi. It was a dream. 

That had been three days ago. ..Nicole sighed moodily and looked out the large window. Since arriving, they hadn't broached the discussion they'd had on the plane, despite the way it hovered in the air between them. Nicole had been glad for that. Still, the men seemed out of sorts. Something else beside her defiance was eating at them, especially Kieran. Nicole on occasion had observed Eyon giving him warning looks when she had asked what was wrong. But despite wanting the men to divulge their secret, Nicole had one of her own. It hung over her head like a proverbial sword held precariously by a thread. Nicole continued to duck it, and the truth. 

She had managed her morning sickness so far by eating small, frequent snacks throughout the day, and drinking ginger tea at nights. What she needed most was to spend more time outside, to enjoy the fresh air. She was used to having work to do. Being confined didn't sit well with her, no matter how beautiful the place or rather the prison and the jailers were. 

A single tear slid down her face as she tried to deny what she knew in her heart. She loved them. Leaving them was going to break her, but she had no choice. During her confinement in Scotland, Nicole had called the only person she thought could help her, the very person who had gotten her in this situation in the first place, her former boss Ewan. Nicole had called his phone, upon his voice mail chipping in she had left a message for him to call her as soon as possible. He had responded shortly after. 

"Hi, Ewan. Thanks for returning my call. How are you?" 

"I am fine Nicole. Keisha and I haven't heard from you in a while. How are you? You haven't turned into a gargoyle, have you?" 

Nicole smiled. Ewan was such a kidder. But she was in no mood for jokes. 

"I need your help," she said bluntly. Why delay, she thought. 

"Help? Nicole what's wrong?" Concern laced his voice. 

She took a deep breath. "I wish to get way from here." 

The line went quiet. She could practically hear the rhythmic beating of his heart through the phone. 

"Why?" he simply responded. 

"Why?" she hissed. "Let me tell you why. They brought Aryan, their former fiancée into the house without so much as telling me and not only that, someone tried to kill me and I think it's her brother, Neal. They're a bunch of controlling liars!" 

Hypocrite. 

Sighing, he went on carefully. "They must have a reason for not telling you. They could be trying to protect you. Gargoyles are very protective and authoritarian leaders. I am sure they're only trying to protect Aryan as well." 

"I don't care for your explanation, Ewan! It was you that set this whole thing up." 

"I see," he said thoughtfully, "so you blame me then?" 

Nicole bit back a scratching remark; after all, she needed his help. 

"I am sorry Nicole; I understand your hurt and remorse over this. I can also understand why you wish to leave. But I cannot in all conscience aid you in this quest. As a shifter myself, I know what it's like to find your mate. To lose that mate is worse than death itself." 

"If you won't help me I'll find someone who will," she said furiously. 

"Don't be foolish, Nicole. Do you think they will not find you?" 

"Maybe," Nicole said, feeling her stress level rise dramatically. Her anxieties made her want to throw up. "But I'll deal with the consequences then." 

He sighed deeply. "Are you so eager to see me dead? Cause that's what will happen if I should help you leave them, Nicole. I thought things were going well for you and my friends?" 

"Well you thought wrong," she said sourly. 

He ignored her tart response. "Has either of them hit you?" He didn't think they would, but needed to be sure anyway. 

"No." 

"I didn't think so, but had to ask," Ewan said, with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He just hoped his friends both retained enough sensible judgment to not kill him for even listening to this. The last thing he needed was two angry gargoyles both vying to kill him. 

"I-I thought it was against Shifters law to kill another." The words tumbled from her lips. 

"Under ordinary circumstances, they're not," Ewan explained. "Well, this is not normal. Helping a Chosen to leave her mate, or in this case, mates, is a whole other set of rules. This is punishable crime by death. This law is legendary." 

"You're not even a gargoyle." 

Ewan chuckled, "Heaven forbid. I am a wolf but I am still a Shifter, so the rules apply nevertheless. I..." 

Here it comes, she thought. 

"I'm sorry, Nicole. I can't help you leave them. Besides, I think your unhappiness right now stems more from your relationship with your mother than from anything the men have done." 

A desire to shoot him upon sight passed through her. "What relationship? Are you talking about yourself?" Nicole knew he had a tremulous relationship with his own mother, who had abandon him when he was five. It was a low blow, but he started it. He deserved to be embarrassed for bringing up my mother. How dare him! Here she was, living among gargoyles, shifters and for all intents and purposes, a member of the clan—well, almost. Yet she was still being treated as a medieval scullery maid! Never mind the fact that she was not allowed outside the manor alone. Ewan was lucky she couldn't punch him in the face. Still, she needed his help. She couldn't afford to upset him any further. 

When he didn't respond she said, "I am sorry. But we don't have a relationship. It's just sex. Ewan, you have to understand my frustration. Eyon and Kieran expect me to bear their children, be a dutiful mate or whatever, and keep my mouth shut. Well I cannot accept that I'll never be more." 

"And you expect them to bend to what you want, be the person you want them to be," he reminded her. "I understand. You want what you want because you are human and you also love them." 

Nicole wanted to scream. But she knew Kieran and Eyon possessed exceptional gargoyle hearing and she would hate for them to find out her plans. "But they expect me to spread my legs at the snap of their fingers. They kept me away from my family. Then they tell me when I can speak to them. When I finally thought I had some freedom, they continued to be controlling—driven to fuck me whenever they want. And I'm supposed to lie on my back and take it like a good little lady." 

"But feeling as you do doesn't instantly change them from being gargoyles, Nicole. They have been around for almost a thousand years. I'd call that behavior set in one's ways, wouldn't you?" 

"I knew they were old, but behavior can be changed. Being old as the hills still does not give them right to lord over me." 

He laughed. "Maybe so. But, do you understand the point I am making? Nicole, you can't expect that Eyon or Kieran will become complacent and allow you to do as you please, now that they have found you. They have been reared to believe women are the meeker sex and need to be protected, especially their mate. While they are fair and just leaders, they also have a lot of pressure on them. They are among the eldest of gargoyles and are highly respected. For most of their lives others have feared them. Women flock to them and never dare challenge their authority. Now they finally found their mate, who is head strong and stubborn. Suddenly, they found themselves in a new territory. They love you, but can't control you." 

"What you're saying is neither here nor there. We are no longer in medieval Scotland. They can't throw around their 'do as I say or else' behavior and get their way." 

"I'm thinking they're not the only one." 

She gritted her teeth. "If I didn't need your help, I'd tell you what to stick up your ass!" 

He chuckled. The man was doughty. 

"Nicole, you sure this is what you want? Do you want me to talk to Eyon and Kieran?" he asked his voice full of concern. 

"Yes and no," she said succinctly. 

There was a moment of unintelligible mumbling on the line. "Okay." 

"Really Ewan? She said. Shocked, but pleased. 

He sighed. "Don't let me live to regret this." 

Nicole's voice dropped lower. "Thank you." 

"I will call you back when I have a plan." 

"Okay." Nicole ended the call. 

She tumbled from her thoughts as her phone vibrated. Nicole stared wide eyed at the name on display. She had expected the call, but not at this early hour. She pressed the connect button and darted off into the bathroom. Her bladder was full. 

"Good morning, mother," she answered, her voice a little breathless as she pulled her knickers down and sat on the porcelain throne. 

"Nicole, are you okay?" 

What? Not even a good morning? 

"I am fine." She sighed inwardly and released the flow - slowly. Her mother would have an aneurysm should she hear. 

"Then why are you whispering?" 

"I am not whispering. I just woke up is all!" 

"You were still sleep at this time of the day?" her mother retorted. 

Nicole sighed. "Did you call me to lecture me on the correct time of the day to wake up?" Nicole's eyes found the clock on the wall. 

"You were always an early riser, I never though you as one to lounge around all day in bed." 

"Mom, it's just nine o'clock and I am on holiday. I am allowed to sleep in as long as I like." 

"Is he there with you?" 

"Who?" the word was impatient, clipped and annoyed. 

"Nicole stop being ridiculous. Who do you think? Your Scottish boyfriend of course." Her mom sounded bored, but Nicole knew better. She was gagging for an argument. 

Nicole had not been forthcoming when she had told her mom she had met someone in Scotland and would be spending some time there. She didn't think this was a good time to tell her mother she was pregnant and with two men, not one. Her mom might be an understanding conventional type but she didn't think she would take kindly to hearing such news at this time. 

"Is that what you called to talk about?" 

"Don't be impertinent Nicole. Why would I want to talk about him, he's not my child." She huffed. "You, on the other hand, are. Now, when will I be able to see you? It's been more than four months now." 

When Nicole failed to respond, Hyacinth said, "Nicole, stop being a spoilt brat and answer me. I am not your father who you can twirl around your little fingers." 

Nicole remained quiet. 

"Nicole! Nicole!" Hyacinth shouted into the receiver. 

She took a deep breath. "Mother, I will give you a call and tell you when I am coming." She paced the words as if speaking to a child. 

"Don't speak to me like I am a child or one of the customers at your bank, miss big woman." Hyacinth said impatiently, her Jamaican accent brimming under the surface. "You can hide behind a phone for only so long, you hear! I am no fool." 

Nicole panicked. Had blabber mouth Keisha told her something? "Mom what's that supposed to mean? I am not hiding." 

"You were never a good liar. Whatever secrets you are hiding about his man of yours I will find out." 

Nicole was rendered speechless. What could she offer to top that statement? 

"I will be expecting a call from you after you have dragged your tired used up body from bed." Hyacinth hung up. 

Nicole sighed. Cleaning herself, Nicole got up, flushed the toilet and washed her hands. She went back to the bedroom and dropped down on the bed gladly. The events of the last few minutes had tired her more than she realized. Her legs were shaking under her, and she was thankful she was lying down. After a few minutes, upon gathering her equilibrium, she slowly pulled a blanket to cover her legs. There was a soft knock on the bedroom door. 

"Is that you, Aodh?" she asked involuntarily, though she knew that the question was unnecessary, for he normally came to her room at this time of the morning, to not only bring her a platter of food, but to ask her the same question he has been asking for the past three days. 

"Good morning, my lady. Are ye coming down for lunch? Chef is cooking grilled salmon, yer favourite." At her snort, he said, "Do ye wish me to bring it to ye or would ye rather come to the table?" 

"Thank you," she said. "But I'm not hungry." 

By the gods, the lady was a handful! "My lady... ye must eat." He carried the tray into the room. Nicole pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. Her eyes moved up to note his entrance. He bowed his head in respect to her before placing the tray on the table. He had brought her tea with honey, some scones, jam, a bowl of various fruits and a pitcher of ice tea. Things she loved for breakfast, since she had pointedly refused to leave her room and dine with the men. Nicole felt bored at times. She had emailed the few people she'd decided to make an attempt to get in touch with, but replies were sparse. She hadn't contacted them in months. What did she expect? 




Gargouille Ch. 08



Nicole had plenty to keep her occupied. She glanced over at the multitude of books, magazine and other tidbits the men had bought to keep her entertained. She didn't know why they even bothered, as she had yet to even take them from the wrappers. Yet they still kept on bringing her gifts. 

Yesterday Eyon had asked her if she wanted to take a tour of Venice on a Gondola ride. It would be just the three of them. It would have been a special and romantic experience, but Nicole had just ignored him. Her heart had sunk when she saw his face. He didn't respond. But disappointment and anger had darkened it. She had so wanted to say, yes, I would love to. God, she could be stubborn. 

Venice was a beautiful city; the last time Nicole had visited Italy it was with her mom. It had been a small group tour, where they had a fascinating day trip to Naples and Pompeii, accompanied by an expert guide who was passionate about Roman history. She had thoroughly enjoyed it and had wanted to go to Venice. 

Now she was here and all she did was hide away in her room like a child. Nicole would have loved to go shopping, yachting and sightseeing with the men. But she hated them right now, and planned to wither away in her room. Sounded daft, she knew. But she wasn't feeling particularly smart right now. Nicole sighed. She felt confused and sad- more of one than the other, maybe the same. 

He continued. "Surely ye realized ye must keep up yer strength. How else can ye become a proper gargoyle mate?" He groaned at his own boldness. Christ teeth, 'tis no way to speak to his lieges' mate. What was he thinking? Still, they shared such a warm relationship that he felt comfortable talking to her thus. 

"At least you have a sense of humor, Aodh," she said, feeling lighter than she had in the last several hours. "Maybe you should lend some to your Lairds." 

He heard her move on the bed and looked up to find that she had wrapped herself tightly in the coverlet and was approaching the table. He took a step back to allow her room to sit. She smiled up at him. "So you brought me my favorite goodies. Thank you." 

Aodh was dumbstruck for a moment by her radiant beauty, but recovered quickly. Taking up the pot of tea, he poured it in a cup and added a drop of honey, just the way she liked it, as Nicole picked up one of the scones and spread it heavily with jam and took a bite. It melted in her mouth. Then a sudden, inexplicable wave of nausea hit her and she shivered. 

"Lady Nicole, ye feeling ill?" a worried voice murmured at her ear. 

Nicole started. She had forgotten Aodh for a second. "I- I am fine. Just need some fresh air is all," she said evasively. 

Aodh's devotion to the Lairds was a kind of loyalty that only happened centuries ago. "My lady, the Lairds are free and await ye, all ye have to do is talk to them. Why, today is a fine day as any for yachting. Dinna ye think?" he suggested tentatively. It was a good idea, but at the moment it sounded almost laughable. 

Nicole felt a hysterical desire to laugh which nearly turned into tears, but she checked herself. "No, no. I don't want to take them from their secret affairs and duties." 

"Ye know that's not true my lady. A bit of fresh air may make ye feel better. What about the in-door pool?" Aodh suggested persuasively, willing to do anything to see the mistress happy. 

"No, Aodh. I will be fine," she said gently. 

Aodh heaved a weary sigh. His own nerves were shot and his habit of drinking large quantities of brandy and sometimes whisky at any hour of the day or night was getting to him. The Lairds were in a terrible mood. 

"Would ye like the windows opened?" he persisted expectantly. 

She let him open the windows more for his own contentment than for her own. "Thanks Aodh. I need not remind you again I won't be down for lunch or dinner," she said slowly, avoiding his concerned gaze. 

"They are hurting, my lady," replied Aodh solemnly. "Laird Kieran is restless, he is always so when you have differences. Laird Eyon doesna talk but he's hurting as well." 

Good. She looked up for a moment thoughtfully at the man standing before her. Aodh was a handsome older man. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms, his build massive, more bulky that that of Kieran or Eyon's. His red hair was thick, which he wore long, framing a chiseled handsome face with intense green eyes. She hoped he treated his woman better than how she was being treated. He seemed a more reasonable type, so there was hope. Nicole watched him flush under her intense stare, and smiled. 

She shifted her gaze to the window at the bright sunny sky. All her nervous fears had vanished in speaking to Aodh, who was the embodiment of practical common sense; earlier, when unexpected queasiness had taken such a hold on her, she had forgotten that he was within, faithful and devoted. 

Nicole picked up the remaining scone, and took a bite again, forcing herself to eat. Though her mouth chewed slowly and mechanically, she could not enjoy what she was eating, and all the time her eyes were looking back and forth at the closed door, waiting, practically begging her to go through. She wanted to. She wanted to leave so badly- to go to her men. But why should she? They would only have won- Again. Damn them! Why do they have to be like this? Why did she have to love them so? Why did they say they loved her yet kept things from her? Make her hope for that happily ever after life? Why? Why? Why? 

God she hated them! 

Sitting up straight in her chair, she finally found her voice to answer. "Enough hurt that they'd confide in me?" Nicole said flippantly. That would solve all of her problems- If Eyon and Kieran were the ones to tell her and prevent what was about to happen. She most certainly was not going to go crawling back and have to jeopardize her pride for those two. 

"Please my lady ye need to be more patient." 

"I was afraid you'd say that," Nicole murmured. Pushing the tray, she touched the chair opposite her. 

"Have a seat, Aodh." He hesitated, but did as she asked. She made him a cup of tea. Not wishing to seem disrespectful to his mistress, he accepted. "May I ask you something?" 

"Ye may ask me anything ye like, my lady." 

"Were you forced to be here, Aodh?" 

Aodh blinked, almost dropping the cup in his lap. After a moment he looked at her and said. "No, my Lady, I have known the Lairds since they were young men. I chose to serve them, 'tis my honor to do so." He shifted his gaze. 

"Good. Glad to know one of us was not taken against their will. You are a loyal person. Anyone would be happy to have you as a friend or employee." 

At this, Aodh turned to face her. "My...Lady, I know that ye may find the Lairds' approach heavy handed, but I swear to ye that they have only the most honorable and loving intentions towards ye." 

Nicole snorted at him. "Honorable you say. And let's consider their idea of loving. Really Aodh? Is that what you call ordering me to stay in my room?" 

His face warmed. "Laird Eyon and Kieran acted without thinking my lady. A decision they have surely came to regret. Ye are a treasure they hold at the highest level and would see no harm befall thee." 

There was a pause. At length, in the quietness, came her voice, hard and indifferent. "So that's how you see it?" she said coldly. 

She looked pointedly at him. "Let me tell you how things looked from my point of view. Your precious Lairds are looking for a pet to appease them when the mood suits. I am not from medieval times where I am subservient to a man. These are modern times so if they want me to stay with them they need to get with the programme. They lie to me, then keep me from my family, fuck me," she ignored Aodh's flinch at the use of that word, "and then blackmailed me by promising that if I misbehaved and didn't agree to whatever they said not only would they set a hound at my door, but they'd keep me as a prisoner, as I am their mate. Cave men! Oppressive and demeaning is more like it!" 

Aodh took a deep breath, keeping his features stoic. "I regret that ye feel that way. I only hope in time that you come to appreciate the honour bestowed upon ye as the mate to the Lairds." He got up, collected the tray, and stood looking at her. 



"Of course you'd think that. You're prehistoric as them." Aodh bowed to her and backed out. "No doubt you are running off to tell your Neanderthal masters what I truly think of them." 

Nicole watched him go, and sighed heavily as the door closed a few seconds later. Her limbs heavy and lethargic, she stretched in her bedroom, flexing her neck. She rotated her shoulders and walked around the room in circles. It was something she'd done each morning to keep her body active. This morning, though, she had forgotten to so after receiving a call from her termagant mother. That call had been draining to say the least. Her hand drifted down to her stomach, a sense of utter contentment filling her despite the miserable way she felt. She knew the problems this would cause, should the men find out before her plan bore fruit, but for the moment those problems were distant, unimportant compared to the joy she felt. 

Nicole lay back on the bed, trying to sort out her tangled thoughts and emotions. The men had a right to know. On the other hand, they would use the baby to hold her if she wanted to be free. And Nicole knew she could never leave her child. Bleak despair filled her whenever she thought of a future without Eyon or Kieran, but she had to leave, despite her love for them. Since the day they refused to confide in her after finding out Aryan had been living under their roof for god knows how long, she had been subconsciously preparing for the time when she would leave them. It was obvious they only see her as their bed warmer. That much was clear in her mind. 

Nicole looked up as the door slowly opened, and for a moment could only stare in wonder, looking at Eyon standing at the door. There were times when his sheer physical beauty just caught at her. Just the sight of him made her heart leap and her pussy grow moist. He had cut his hair a bit shorter. Oddly enough, it didn't make him any less intimidating. If anything, he looked even more untamed now that it was clear just how well defined his face was. Nicole found that she liked the new look. He looked ruggedly handsome, a true warrior. God, she wanted him. It wasn't a comfortable sensation for her. Nicole swallowed hard. Eyon was here, all she needed was for Kieran to show up and make her even more overwhelmed. 

Eyon watched Nicole the same way, the sight of her sending a jolt of heat straight to his cock. God the woman was sexy, with her full lips and bedroom brown eyes. He had been concerned and angry when Aodh had informed him Nicole was unwell. Plus the fact that Nicole had ignored all their attempts at taking care of her angered him to no end. His inner beast was just about at its wit's end. Nicole was his. She knew it. Christ's blood the woman was stubborn. Then he saw the way she attempted to hide her feelings for him. He was suddenly filled with anger again. He swallowed hard before he lost his temper. 

"Aodh informed me that ye aren't feeling well." He walked over to the bed and stood looking down at her. 

"I figured that he would." Her voice twitched nervously. "But as you can see I am fine." 

She was lying. 

"Then why are ye still abed?" Eyon knew Nicole was on occasion an early riser, but even he could tell the difference between the soft nighties she still had on. She also hadn't removed the head scarf she had worn to bed last night which kept her hair tamed. Clearly, she was attempting to hide something. What was she hiding, Eyon wondered? He aimed to find out. Soon. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, studying her intently, as if to assure himself that she was really okay. "Are ye telling the truth Nicole?" 

She lifted her chin, not liking his tone. "As I told you before, I am well, and I'd appreciate it if..." Suddenly, her stomach lurched, and she swallowed hard, trying not to retch. Shit, she thought. Not bleeding now. Come on sweet baby, be good for mommy. As sudden as it came, it stopped. 

To Eyon's surprise, she paled considerably as she met his gaze. Fear glimmered in her eyes before it vanished, making him think he'd been mistaken. Narrowing his gaze at her, he watched her expression become wary as her eyes met his. No, he'd not made a mistake. She'd simply buried her fear beneath a serene expression. His mate was most definitely hiding something. But what was it? 

They rarely spent time together since arriving in Venice. This was supposed to be a holiday to bring them together. But Nicole was proving to be very stubborn indeed. He needed her desperately, to reassure himself once again that she was truly his. He needed to strengthen the bond between them, to draw her even closer with ties as old as time. But they'd promised to give her time. But how long should they wait for her to make the first move? And when or if she did, lord help her. He would have to wait though. Wait on her. It was maddening. Clearing his thoughts, unsurprised to find his cock hard, he said, "What would ye like to do today?" 

"Nothing that involved you or Kieran," Nicole answered with rueful truthfulness, shaking away the sensual lethargy that had been stealing over her. 

He winced. "Nicole, I know we might have spoken harshly..." 

"Might have?" she interrupted, arching a brow. 

He frowned at her again, but Nicole was becoming quite immune to those black looks. Not that she had ever feared them. Well, maybe just a little. They were after all very large and intimidating. 

"I'm used to speaking bluntly, and I was angry," Eyon said. "I'm also not accustomed to someone ignoring my orders." 

Though she tried to hide her body with the blanket, it was thin. Eyon's eyes roamed over her voluptuous and tempting full breasts. He remembered how they looked. How they fitted into his large palm quite nicely. The notion of pulling away the bedding to rediscover them sent blood surging through his veins until he was rock hard- harder than he'd been in days. He wanted to see his hands caressing her breasts— and to watch her face as she responded to his touch. If he were to dip his fingers into her sweet pussy, would it still be warm and sticky like the honey that flowed so sweetly from the bee? He could smell her. He knew she was seeping. Would she allow him a touch? It was a tempting thought that tugged at him with relentless persistence. He wanted to plunge into her, feel her spasms as she climaxed over his cock. 

Nicole shivered. Good heavens, but the man's voice and eyes had the ability to reduce her to the state of a tongue-tied mess. And was that regret she saw in his green eyes? Regret mixed with desire. Her throat tightened as she saw his gaze slide over her again. Heat returned to her cheeks, and she quickly looked away to prevent him from seeing how much his open lust excited her. It was difficult to think straight when he looked at her like that. Briefly, Nicole wondered if secretly she liked to be dominated. She quickly dismissed the thought. 

"Are you trying to apologize?" Attempting to sound blunt and unaffected, she planted a weak smile on her face, and said tartly, "Of course I was upset at both your callous behavior, but at this point, I really not in the mood to discuss this. I am not one of your servants or men to be ordered about. I would appreciate it if you'd leave me be." 

He frowned as if her response surprised him. "I suppose I deserved that. Ye are not my servant nor were brought up in our ways. Not everything is about my duty to my clan, but I've grown so used to behaving and doing things in a certain way, I'm not sure I know how to be any other way." 

Nicole was shocked that her words had made an impact. "Haven't you ever wanted to change?" 

He looked thoughtful. "Perhaps." 

She tilted her head, studying him curiously. "Why is sharing your thoughts so difficult for you? I know both you and Kieran were thrust into this position at a young age. But you both must have wanted to have someone to talk to? Someone to listen to your problems? Being responsible for so many people, it must have be an incredible burden to shoulder alone. Having someone to talk to and share your problems might make it easier. Don't you think so?" 

He held her gaze. From his silence, it appeared he was waging some kind of internal debate. She was pleased when he answered her but not with the content. "Nay. Because as leaders, it is my duty as well as Kieran's to keep our own counsel. We have seen much bloodshed and know only too well the harm that can come when we divulge certain information." 

"Like information you're keeping from me?" 

"Aye," he responded softly. 

Across from him, Nicole lay immobile, assessing him with a wary look. Tension drifted through the air between them, the clock the only sound in the room. She laid a soft hand on his chest, instantly becoming distracted by the tight muscle she felt there. She feigned vast indifference, as she looked at him. Hoping she could hide her trembling desire from him. 

"You need not say more, Eyon. I'm actually grateful for the little you share." 

"I dinna want yer gratitude," he growled, pulling her against him and leaving little question as to what he did want. 

"Eyon leave me alone. I need to be alone for a little while," she said, trying to make her face impassive and her body rigid. Dear God, why can't he just leave? She groaned inwardly. 

"It's ok if ye're feeling tired," he whispered into her ear, "but can I at least hold ye." 

"I am not tired," she said weakly. She must have shivered because Eyon had her in his lap immediately. "Are ye okay? Do ye feel all right?" 

Christ, he was concerned for her health. That should have been sweet, but she was not sick. Right now she was fighting her desire for him. What was wrong with her, for bloody sake? Why was the baby so restless today?Sure Nicole, blame your sexual hunger on the baby, she scolded herself. Though he was gentle and stroked her for a long time, she remained tense under his hands. 

"Eyon," Nicole croaked, pulling away from him. He let her go and watched as she crawled of his lap and lay back on the bed, bringing the blanket to her chin. Slowly he smiled. Nicole could not move. She was having trouble remembering why she hated him. Then it hit her. She hated him. 

Recklessly she said, "It must make you feel powerful to don't have to rely on anyone else. You've started to believe that. You may be a gargoyle, but you aren't invincible. People need one another. Even if they're different in genetics. Your mother's death was brutal and evil. But you are wrong to distrust others." 

She saw the pulse below his jaw and wondered if she'd gone too far. 

"Ye speak falsely," he said. "I knew ye are upset but matters cannot be helped. This isn't some fable ye have read about. This is real life and nothing you do, or no matter how detached ye try to be is going to change that." 

Nicole gasped, feeling as if he'd just kicked her in the gut. Bastard! Was she so transparent? Had they seen her attempts to avoid them as some pathetic attempt to hide her feelings? Or perhaps attempt to get them to confide? 

She cringed, wondering if he was right. Pride made her say, "Oh just shut it. I think you want it that way. You want to be alone. So be it." 

"Do ye think to anger me?" He was amused. 

Nicole snorted. Damn the man was loathsome. "As if I could," she hissed, her heart beating wildly. 

Nicole's breasts rose and fell harshly. His voice and nearness summoned a heat that threatened to consume her. A fire she was determined to deny. Her mind must be stronger than her body. Lord, she was so weak. Nicole ground her teeth together. 




Gargouille Ch. 08



"Eyon, please --please just go." 

"I dinna think so, lass," he flashed a wicked smile, enjoying her dilemma. "Although ye can end yer dilemma easily by letting us take ye out for dinner this evening." 

"Never." Nicole knew if she agreed her defenses would be down and by the end of the night she'd find herself at their mercy, sandwiched between their hard, naked bodies. Delicious as it sounded, she had to be strong. 

Eyon stared at Nicole. He knew she was fighting her desires. God, he could smell it. Yes, she was still angry with them, but he could still see the desire there. For the past three days Eyon had wanted this, had wanted not just to touch and caress her, but to make love to her, to fuck her. But she had insisted on no sex. They had flatly said no, but later conceded after the first night of sleepless torture due to her indifference to their very presence. 

Now the chance was here. 

His free hand skimmed up her hip and moved around her waist to brush against her breast. She gasped and quivered as he found the hardness there beneath the silk of her sleepwear. The combination of textures, the soft silk, the stiffened nub of her nipple beneath, sent a shot of lust straight to his cock. Ever so lightly, he let his fingers dance over her to tease until her nipple stood stiff beneath the fabric. 

He pinched. She moaned. 

He cupped her breast, letting the full delicious weight of it fill his hand, squeezing it hard as his thumb brushed over the now stiffened and sensitized tip. 

She whimpered, trembling. 

Eyon let his fingers float over her, down her ribs, over her belly to toy with her navel as her belly grew taut. Ever so gently, he ran his fingers down to the fine lace over her plump hairless mound, to the wetness that seeped there. 

Nicole shuddered as Eyon's fingers dipped between her thighs. "Ye're so wet," he said reverently. 

He loved the sight of her like this, control gone, evaporated, her lush, lovely body trembling at his mercy. The rich aroma of her musk filled the air. It was intoxicating. Eyon needed to see her, all of her. Then he slid her knickers over her hips, drew them off and tossed them away as he went to his knees in front of her. He slid his hands up her thighs, coaxed them apart and drew one leg over his shoulder to open her to him. Nicole's body had turned molten, her heart pounding with incredulous anticipation as she watched him breathe in the scent of her as if he were breathing a fine wine. His hands tipped her hips toward him and his mouth floated like silk over her throbbing, swollen clit. He sipped at it, sucked it; his tongue traced it, toyed with it. A deep rush of pleasure poured through her, gathering inside her. Nicole cried out, screamed, as he drew that tender nub into his mouth to tease. Her orgasm took her like a storm and she must have passed out for when she opened her eyes he was staring down at her. He touched her cheek, his eyes full of desire. 

"Ye are as sweet as I remembered." 

"Get away from me!" she said, firmly coming back to her senses. She tried to push him away to cover her nakedness. Nicole felt embarrassed for giving in to her wanton desires. God help her, the man was a walking sex fiend. 

Eyon did not like her tone of command, but said nothing. 

"Is that your way of apologizing? A sort of 'sorry but you are still my medieval sexual play thing?" 

"Nicole—" 

"Oh, wait." Nicole cut him off as she started to move backward. "I forgot. You're sorry you turned me into a slutty pony, but you're still hoping I'll have sex with you and remain a door mat, yes?" 

"Nicole—" he growled. 

She flinched. Slowly she looked up at him. They stared at each other intently, she lashing out, he retreating. A mantra it seemed they were doomed to repeat time and time again. Except this time he hesitated. For a moment she actually thought he might confide in her. She could see it in his eyes. But the force of his iron will was too strong, and he carefully detached his mind from her hold. She could feel the tension radiate from him in the hard flare of his nostril, feel as he fought the natural joining of their bodies and mind, and held himself mentally aloft. 

"Ye know how to wield that mouth of yers cleverly dinna ye, sweets?" Eyon said his eyes gleaming. "Or is it that ye do so to distract me? Is there something ye are hiding from me perhaps?" 

Nicole was frozen. 

His gaze left her eyes, sliding down to her breast- full lush breast heavy due to the changes of being with child. "Ye have gained more weight. It suits ye nicely. I would see ye gain more." His hands found them. Blood had long surged through his cock. He was throbbing with impatience to reacquaint his cock with her cunt. 

"I... What-?" Nicole finally managed to gasp. 

"I think ye hear me very well, my sweets. Tell me ye want this too," he said in a ragged voice. Nicole rolled backwards onto the bed into the pile of pillows. "Well, I --I --no," she lied, lowering her lashes to shield her desire. 

He pounced like a caged animal, pinning her neatly beneath him. One hand slid down the curve of her waist and he dipped a finger into her moist centre. "Little liar," his breath hot on her neck. His wandering lips curved into a smile at her sharply indrawn breath. Whatever scratching comeback she'd planned was lost as his finger mimicked the rhythm his tongue had used to bring her to climax earlier. Eyon growled in joy. He wanted Nicole to completely surrender to him. By the gods, he expected it. To Eyon's amazement, Nicole suddenly began pulling his hand from between her legs. 

"Eyon, No. I-We cannot." 

"What?" he gritted, holding onto her hand that held his. "Ye cannot be serious!" 

"As a judge." 

Their gazes met, held. Sanity returned. With a restraining curse, he rolled off her. Standing up, he looked down at her. 

"As I have said before, we will discuss matters with ye in due time. Please just be patient. No more questions, no more outburst, no more avoiding us." 

She wanted to cry out with frustration. "Caesar," she hissed. 

He looked genuinely shocked. "Caesar?" 

"Egotistical, arrogant insecure bastard! Heard of him, have you?" 

His gaze hardened. "Aye- I've heard of him, and I am not a bastard. It's a male gargoyle's place to provide and care for his mate, Nicole" 

Her chest was so tight she could barely breathe. "And you wouldn't want to give up control of your fuck toy now, would you?" she asked hollowly. "Why keep any more illusions between us?" 

Eyon shot her a hard look, not liking her sarcasm. "Ye keep using that word, Nicole. Why?" 

Lord, the man was daft, but something in his voice made her heart catch. No. She would not allow herself to imagine feelings where none existed. She didn't look at him when she answered. 

"Because that is how I feel, and I could not bear a lifetime of living with two men who could think of me as such. Who would not allow me to share in their pain and fears because they did not care for me or value me." 

"I see," he said evenly. "If that were true, then ye had every cause to be angry, sweeting." 

Blast it. Anger seemed to make the baby restless. So Nicole tried to rain calm. But it was easier said than done. "Don't call me that! You haven't the right to call me that word anymore." 

"Nicole—" 

"Shut it. Don't call me that either." 

"Then what—" 

"Don't say anything. Just leave." 

"I can't do that." 

"Why? Because I'm your property and I have no say in how a mighty barbaric gargoyle chooses to treat what he deems belongs to him?" 

"Where do you get these notions about gargoyles? We are not barbaric!" 

"Aren't you?" she challenged. "You could have fooled me, Laird!" 

He swore. 

"Now get out." 

Eyon ground his teeth in frustration. And he knew he was being an ass before the words ever came out of his mouth, but he spoke anyway. "Ye cannot avoid or deny us forever, Nicole.'' 

"Get out!" 

** MW ** 

"Nicole, Eyon and I both acted in anger. We made a mistake," Kieran said from his place near the door. He'd moved there following Eyon's departure after she had shouted for him to get out. 

Nicole figured he probably was here to try his luck too. She stared at him, but he didn't meet her gaze. 

"Tell me you aren't asking for forgiveness as well, you both don't deserve it." He looked crestfallen, possibly because of her tone. She was done playing. They knew how she felt and finally got it. That gave her the power and more confidence to speak without fear. What more could they do to her? 

Kieran nodded and slowly walked into the room. "Of course, we were wrong." 

"What are you doing?" 

"I brought ye some drinks and cake, your favorite, Red Velvet." He set the tray he was carrying on the nearby table, then walked to the bed. "Ye're shivering. Let me help ye beneath the covers so ye can get warm." 

No matter how admirable his actions were, she didn't want to see his caring side. He was her tormentor. "Don't even think of touching me." He stopped. 

"How long are ye going to let us suffer, Nicole?" 

"Until I say otherwise!" she lashed out. "Who's the one suffering, surely not either of you?" 

He sighed. "Whatever is going on in that head of yers we need to discuss. I'm not sure what it's going to take to stop questioning our commitment to ye." 

"I already told out I don't trust a single word that comes out of your mouth." Nicole knew they loved her but that wasn't enough. 

Kieran did not lose his patience. "I am sorry as well." The quiet seriousness of his words again stirred her unease. Both he and Eyon had said they'd respect her need for some time alone, but what if that was a test to see if she'd fall back under their spell and forgive them? If she also chose this moment to reveal her secrets, would they respect her words? Or would they put her back in confinement? She knew how much they longed for a child and keeping her pregnancy a secret would no doubt hurt them. 

Nichole curled her hand under the blanket and fought for calm. Why was she concerned about their feelings anyway? What mattered was that a man, Neal, had tried to kill her. Instead of throwing his sister in a dungeon, they had her in the manor. She should be the one upset. Not them. Nicole took the circular tray from off the table and settled it on her lap. Why I should deny myself, she thought. It was her favorite cake after all. And it was a large slice. Her mouth watered. 

Kieran remained silent as she ate, refilling her glass when it was emptied. When she had had her fill, he took the tray from her, putting it away. She looked at him. He didn't move. 

"Well?" 

"Ye have a question?" 

"Yes, are you going to leave?" 

"I am not yet ready." 

Nicole let out a mirthless chuckle. "Back to the old cave man behaviour, are we?" He remained immobile. 

"Oh do as you damn well please," she said with cynical indifference. "You always have." Her hands clutched at the sheets and pulled them a little tighter to her neck. 

He caught her hand and pulled her to sit at the edge of the bed beside him. He could smell her alluring scent in the air. He moaned inwardly. The blanket slipped down, exposing some parts of her hip and breast. Before she could pull it up, Kieran did, and wrapped it around her. Nicole frowned, and looked up at him in surprise. He only grinned. She had to control the urge to grin as well. 

Kieran held both of her hands in one of his. Nicole's eyes widened expectantly. "I told ye of the Viking invasion that killed my mother?" 

She nodded. 

"My father was never the same after that. He was a successful merchant before that..." He paused. 

Nicole waited for him to continue, but he sat in stony silence--aloof, distant, masterful as a king. 

"Kieran?" 

The only evidence that he'd heard her was the slight tightened line around his mouth. She hadn't expected him to confide in her ... had she? A tear almost slipped from the corner of her eye but she willed it away. Her throat was so tight it was hard to talk. Why was he acting like this? This was the way Eyon acted, all unsmiling and firm. Kieran was more jovial, quick to smile. But Nicole remembered that Kieran could be just as harsh and foreboding. He may smile with you, but that smile could quickly become a frown. 

"What do you want from me? You both want me to remain by your side. I don't deserve being treated as if I mean nothing to you or Eyon." She tried to swallow, but it hurt. "I will not ask again." 

His gaze shifted to hers, silently challenging her words. If there had been anger in his eyes, Nicole would have held out hope, but the cool, steady gaze that met hers was ice blue, without a flicker of emotion. Nicole pulled back, as if seeing him for the first time. 

"Get some sleep." The thought of sleeping beside her at nights and not able to touch her added to his growing frustration. 

Damnation! As if she read the lust in his eyes, her eyes widened. 

"Don't. Just go." 

"Do ye wish to leave us Nicole? Is that it? Ye know we cannot let ye go." He sighed at her sneer. ''Why must ye always be so stubborn Nicole? Ye would deny yer own pleasure just to hurt us." 

Nicole reacted immediately. She jerked her hands from his and gave him a violent punch in the stomach, cursing him outwardly. "Animal," she snapped. "You can rot in hell. Leave me alone," she said bitterly. 

Through gritted teeth, he answered, "Stop fighting me, Nicole. Ye are my woman." 

"Was," she corrected. 

Surprised at her strength in fighting him, Kieran held her wrists as she tried as hard as she could to break free. He would not release her. "I am sorry my sweets. Forgive me." 

Nicole screamed and cried at him but he held her, comforting her, until she finally collapsed from exhaustion. Kieran climbed on the bed cradling her in his arms. He felt as if he would die. He wanted to take the pain away, but knew he could not. He had promised Eyon they would tell her together when the time was right. Now was not the right time. 

"I...I...," she hiccupped, closing her eyes. "I hate you." 

"I know." The pain in his voice tore at her, her emotions warring inside. One part of her heart wanted to give in and tell him she loved them. But the other part of her heart longed to be their equal in everything. She didn't want to give up on her men, and she didn't want them to give up on her. But she must, for her sake as well as her child's. The tears flowed freely. Kieran sat like that, holding her, rocking her and when her breathing became even, he laid down beside her. She had dropped off into a restless but exhausted sleep. He held her close, hating himself for hurting her. With stoic acceptance, Kieran suffered the pain of her rejection, but the pain didn't compare with the numbing ache within his heart. 

As he held her close, painful memories flooded his thoughts. After the Vikings rape, killing and plundering- his people had fallen into deep despair. The village was consumed with sorrow and anger. One might expect that the families of grieving victims would be showered with sympathy and support, embraced by their communities. But instead they were made to feel isolated. The Elders had feared the women who had survived might have been impregnated by the Vikings. Out of fear and ignorance they had ordered their Chiurgeon to give the women portions to abort any child that may have been conceived. Should any women refuse, they were to be turned to stone. Many had fallen ill and died. 

Fearful and ashamed, overwhelmed by grief and guilt, angry at the community and shunned by their own families and friends, those whom had an opportunity ran away. Some had died in child birth while other had committed suicide. The children born were considered outcasts. Alana was one such child. As for Neal's wife, they may not have been responsible for her death, but they could have prevented it. The little English lass may have been a whore, sleeping with every man she came across, but she didn't deserve her throat being slit. They had later found and killed the man responsible, but that meant little. Neal had never forgiven them. Sighing deeply, Kieran pulled from his painful thoughts. 

Nicole had every reason to hate him- hate them. They had wanted to punish her for her defiance. For questioning their love and need to protect her. Mayhap her punishment had been too severe, but he wasn't thinking rationally at the time. Aye, he was an animal, in more ways than one. 

.. MW .. 

Eyon inhaled the fresh sea air as he looked across the valleys and mountain ranges, musing upon his pain and the constant warring between himself, his cousin and their mate. A pain stabbed at his heart when he thought of his harsh behaviour towards her. Aye, he had gotten pleasure out of it but also pain. He tried to be patient with her. But God's teeth, the woman was stubborn. He tried to understand her reasoning but she was impatient. No matter how detached she tried to be he knew she still wanted them. Her pussy had felt tight against his fingers, his tongue. How he had wanted to plunge his cock in her heat. 

He emitted an angry growl at himself. He needed to be patient. Never in his life had any one person caused him to doubt himself. His nights were a constant torture, even his own bed, where he could only look at her alluring form most of the time, and not touch. Well, not in the way he'd like to. How dare her to deny him her body. She was his mate! She cannot deny him what belonged to him! Then why did he feel so utterly wretched? Treating her thus did not felt right to him anymore. Unfortunately, he could also read Nicole and knew that his reticence was hurting her. Aye, she was right. Something was bothering them. He could no longer put off Bhaltair's death. They had wanted to spare the man. He was one of them after all. But his crimes were many. The attempt at their mate's life had sealed his fate. 

Bitterly, he cursed himself for having to do this but it was a necessary evil. He didn't want Nicole hurt and telling her information at this time was too risky. Winning her trust wasn't going to be easy, as it was. He was already making a bloody mess of it. But it sure as hell would be worth whatever trouble they had to go through—even letting their mate function under the mistaken belief that they were only interested in controlling her. 

"Yer conscience getting the most of ye," Kieran's voice broke his recitation of self-hatred and blame, and he looked over to see Kieran watching him. Kieran had obviously been out for a swim in the sea for he was wet and cradling a towel in his arms. 

"Is our mate okay?'' Eyon asked as he turned and followed his cousin, as he headed in side to the kitchen. 

"She's asleep," he said bluntly as he wrapped the large towel around his narrow hips. Kieran walked toward a cupboard quietly and then leaned his head against the door. 

"Yes, but how is she?" Eyon asked from behind him. 

Kieran turned and faced him. "Defiant." he cursed. "Not in the way ye think, though it is present. She refers to us again as animals. She will not see reason, Eyon. Not until after we've eased her worries. We can no longer afford to hesitate." 

"Stop being so negative, Kieran," Eyon snapped. Christ's teeth! He had never seen Kieran so emotional. Lord, he was no better himself, though. 'Tis just that he could hide his emotions better. 

Eyon knew Kieran was growing impatient. He could hear the acceleration of his heart, or was it his brain? His cousin was falling apart. It saddened him, concerned him. Eyon, with his steely disposition and determination, was rarely patient. He was also the more quiet brooding type that rarely spoke. Kieran's natural patience and quick wit had always served to stem the stubborn streak that ran through his veins. Kieran didn't deal well with pain. He knew that. But he needed to get a hold of himself. 




Gargouille Ch. 08



Kieran did not respond. He slowly walked over, opened the cabinet, and retrieved a cup where he poured himself some coffee before sitting on the high stool near the island. He took a sip then placed the mug on the counter. Sighing, he turned and looked at Eyon. 

"Ye remember the day I brought Nicole home? Ye were fascinated. Yet, angry at the way I had taken her." He paused as if seemingly gathering himself, before continuing. "Ye were enamoured by her loveliness and we vowed that night never to hurt her. We vowed to love, protect and cherish her. I know ye love her, and yes we want to protect the Elders. But what of our mate?" 

He got up and walked over to the window, looking out at the beautiful scenery. "I am done listening to ye and to the Elders." 

He slashed his hand through the wet strands of his blond locks. "Enough, Eyon. I have had enough of this nonsense with ye." 

He continued. "Ye can suffer by yer self, I'll not be joining ye in this no longer," he finished coldly. 

Eyon stood there, tight lipped, trembling, his eyes burning fire in his head. He had never felt more powerless in his life. Though ever since the death of his mother where he was sealed in a cave by magic, unable to save her, it all seemed like nothing compared to being powerless within his memories and guilt. Every time he closed his eyes, Eyon was plagued with everything he'd had to do to ensure that he would protect his mate and clan folk. It all flashed so vividly, and he flinched at some of the ways he had treated her. How hurt and powerless she must have felt when they placed so many restrictions on her without any reasonable explanation, except to obey them. How could he let her suffer thus? He was only hurting himself, for she was his better half. 

"What a damn fool I have been," he cursed. 

..MW.. 

"Good morning, signore," the girl repeated, for the fifth time. Her accent was nerve jarring. A foreigner no doubt, trying to be Italian, making her actual dialect difficult to decipher. 

She was of Asian ancestry, Bhaltair decided. She was cute, you couldn't call her pretty. The kind of woman you'd fuck once and forget, although her skimpy outfit would probably have insured that anyway. He disapproved of the tight mini skirt and leather jacket. A true whore - he hated them. All liars. The cruel scowl on his face caused the young woman without hesitation to turn on her heel and sprint down the path. Her glittering heels clipped-clopped on the cobbled ground, and around the corner. Within a minute, she was completely gone. 

The puttanas had been arriving by the dozens a few days ago. No doubt to secure cash for kind. Bhaltair had no time for distraction and the men he made sure knew that too. Bhaltair's evil smile faded away as he sneered. 

Whore all but forgotten, his vision trailed down to his left, then at his men. He had growled at his minions afew days ago for being late in the delivery of his goods, for he was sternly methodical. Yet they were late again. Time was money and the men were warned that any untoward delay would be taken from their pockets. 

Because of their tardiness, the trucks would go streaming through the streets for all to see. He didn't want to arouse suspicion among the few locals. They thought him a rich land owner and he would like to keep it that way. For soon he would laugh in the face of his enemies. 

"I'll show them," he thought proudly. 'Them' were his Clansmen, especially the Lairds, Eyon and Kieran. How he hated them. 

"Soon," he sneered. 

Bhaltair looked around the large yard. The trucks had not yet appeared; the men were busy with their work moving and loading crates. The dimly lit morning added an ominous feel to the chill hanging in the air. He smiled and drained his brandy. 

Through the big iron gate behind him came the sound of vehicles coming in. A youth, weary of trekking with the burden of heavy load between warehouse and the yard, shifted his weight ceaselessly and steadily against the ground with one impatient foot, clink, grunt, clink, grunt, upon the paved yard. It seemed he was wearing chains. Bhaltair grinned. 

"Easy, ye bloody imbecile; ye'll drop the goods!" came a voice. Then there was the smart slap of an open hand on a thin neck, a quick start, and the rattle of boxes as the youth shrieked to the blow. 

"Run a white or blue tarpaulin across the yard, Toby, to keep the crates from cracking open," came another voice. "And careful on the top there with them big ole feet. Do ye think a crate was made for ye to parade on with them mighty hooves of yers?" Then the voice sank to the hoarse, warning whisper of edginess - squeaky in angst, yet throaty from fear of being heard. "Hurry up, fool, hurry up, or he'll be down on us like leeches for being so late in getting in!" 

Bhaltair smiled evilly, and a red gleam shot from his eye as he glanced round to the gate and caught the words. The fools did not know he could hear them. Good. Good. 

He walked to the gate, his shoes making no noise. "Where have ye been, my loyal men?" he said softly... Imbeciles!" 

He said the word like a snake hissing, with a chilling sharpness in its tone that made it an evil contrast to the sweet words, 'my loyal men.' 

"Imbeciles?" he said again, and stared with open mouth and fierce, red eyes. 

"Hurry up, Toby," whispered Dane, "hurry up fool, for God sake. He has the red glower in his eyes." 

"Sorry, my lord; we're a bit late!" cried Toby, running out to open the back of the truck. Toby was a wizened little man, with a sparsely mop of beard beneath his chin, a scar on the top of his hawkish, crocked nose. He always went about his work with eager alacrity. He affected the quick agility of youth to atone for his meagre insignificance. 

"Idiot! Do ye think I have time or money to waste? Or gave the orders to cease the dalliance lightly? Do ye think when I told ye to get this out two day hence, it was not well considered?" In a fury, Bhaltair threw the metal tankard at the now-cringing man. 

"For yer stupidity and greed ye may have ruined everything! Everything!" From his crouched and cowering position, Toby peered warily at his enraged master. "T'was not easy, Lord Bhaltair. We were nearly seen by the Lairds right hand, Aodh, 'tis why it took us so long. Ye see what we brought in. All the ammunition- the fine weaponry ye can—" 

"What!" Bhaltair's eyes narrowed. "Aodh? Ye're certain? Who else was with him?" Toby did not hesitate to supply information if it meant saving his own skin. "No one else my Lord, but I overheard the conversation he was having with the man he was meeting." 

"What did ye hear?" 

"He ordered the man to prepare the villa for the Lairds and their mate's visit." 

There was a tense silence. Finally the still-angry Bhaltair stood still as a rock looking unseeingly in space. When he looked down, he fixed a now black lifeless gaze on the other man. "Ye'll receive only half of yer portion of the profits this time. The rest is forfeit to me— to remind ye not to make the same mistake." 

The man said nothing. "We'll both benefit handsomely from this. Ye need me to keep ye alive from yer pack and I need ye to supply me their weapons. I see no need to fuss over this matter." He paused and smiled coldly. "Do ye?" 

The other man opened his mouth as if to speak, but then his eyes fell to the sinister claws Bhaltair now sported. No one would care if he lived or died. His Alpha had cast him out as a traitor. He supposed he was for allying with this cold hearted monster. He clenched his jaw, then met Bhaltair's cold, expectant stare. 

"I'll not fight with ye, my Lord," he reluctantly conceded. "But I cannot keep this up much longer. The Alpha and his men grow suspicious. They're onto me." 

"Tis not forever, ye fool! Neal has by now been caught- all part of the plan. We've nothing to fear now." 

"So they're coming to Italy. No doubt to their villa in Venice. Good news. Good news indeed." A small smile crossed Bhaltair's face. 

He thought it a stroke of genius when he'd planted those lies in Neal's head and had him attack the Lairds. Not only would he have gotten the title he deserved, he would have also been blameless. After all, he didn't commit the crime. But the stupid pitiful drunkard had fucked that up. But his greatest achievement at getting back at the Lairds, an evil smile lighting his face as he smiled in memory, was tossing the woman in the brook. That would teach them to mess with him. They've humiliated him enough. All would see his triumph. 

Still, he had hoped his men would have remained loyal, but most had deserted him. The hag Manig was nowhere to be found and when he had turned to Bronwyn she had looked down at him - the little slut. 

"I will see them pay. All of them," he muttered. 

Rage, hot and hard, roared through him. He turned his anger again; this time toward Dane who he had no doubt been behind the hitch in his plan. He stared down at his talons. He would deal with the bastard later. 

With self-satisfied smile he looked back at Toby and saw the man tremble. For once things seemed to be looking up. 

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I hoped you all enjoyed it. Please leave a feedback. I would be ever so greatful. I lost my previous editor. But God as given me another. So chapter 9 will be right around the corner. Thanks a bunch my lovelies. Feedbacks pretty please!..grinning



Gargouille



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Nicole's hands pushed against Eyon's chest as she fought to get free. Bastard, she fumed.

She didn't want to feel his warm lips on hers. So kept her lips sealed. But he had other ideas. His fingers moved, slowly caressing the side of her breast in a way that sent a jolt of awareness through her body. At her gasp, he slid his tongue inside of her mouth and she opened liked a petal.

Although Nicole's body screamed at her to surrender, she stood quite still during Eyon's ravishment of her mouth. She wouldn't let them dictate to her what they thought was best. She wouldn't let them do this to her, this was not the Victorian era. Breaking the kiss, and what a kiss it was, Nicole took a deep breath before saying, "I don't know what planet you guys are from, but this is Earth. We have laws against forcing people."

Green eyes widened, perplexed. Good, she thought, it's about time.

"Do ye really think we care? Ye can continue fighting; it matters not," Eyon declared.

"Animals," she spat. Nicole wasn't prone to fits, but these men and the whole situation had utterly shoved her over the edge.

His hold tightened and Nicole resisted a wince, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "Tread very carefully, Nicole." His green eyes sparkled dangerously.

"Whatever," she replied coolly and with a hard shove at his chest, she made enough space between them to move away from him.

As Eyon abruptly released her, she took a step back and fought hard not to grin at gaining one over on him. Despite her words, Nicole shuddered at the fury evident on Eyon's features, dark and foreboding.

"It would seem like our mate is adept at being untruthful," Kieran said sardonically.

Nicole swung her gaze away from Eyon to him. He was lying casually on the bed, now wearing black track bottoms, his long, lean legs stretched out.

Christ, it should be a sin to look so hot. Blonde locks fell askew in disarray, yet the man managed to look like he'd just steeped out of a magazine.

Nicole bristled at his mocking smile. Seething with anger and humiliation, she squared her shoulders and mustered up as much courage as she could.

"Who are you to call me a liar? You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you in the ass," she spat out, her voice dripping with venom.

So what if they sensed her need for them, didn't the word 'no' mean anything? She guessed not. She decided to continue to resist. They hadn't even considered how they had disrupted her life, the selfish bastards.

A tense silence ensued. Kieran chuckled, but it lacked humor. Their mate was, after all, a human. They knew human women lacked discipline. Nicole seemed to believe that using her acid tongue would deter them, but her resistance had only fueled their desire for her. They had started wondering what fully possessing her would be like. It was a welcoming thought, so they continued the verbal sparing.

"Since ye are obviously new to all this, Eyon and I are inclined to be lenient. Nevertheless, my sweets, this is the last time ye'll defy us on this matter," Kieran spoke coolly, the laughter gone.

Nicole snorted. Who the hell do they think they are?

She didn't hear him, hadn't even sensed his movement, but suddenly Eyon's fingers closed around her wrist as Kieran got up off the bed. Nicole stiffened and glared at Kieran as he walked casually over to them.

"Stay away from me!"

She felt Eyon's hold loosen on her arm and finally he stood back. Nicole yanked her wrist free only for Kieran to take a more forceful grip on her hand. The mocking smile was back on his lips. "Today, Nicole, ye'll be fully taken as ours."

Nicole felt the jolt in her pussy. This was unreal, how could she still feel so sexually aroused? Why did her body long for this, for these men to possess her? Something was wrong, it wasn't natural. It was as if she wanted completion, a complete domination of her body and soul.

There was just one thing. She was afraid.

Kieran looked down at the offending garment Nicole wore. His fingers itched to tear it off. Dinna worry, sweets. I'm going to fix that very soon.

Nicole ground her teeth together to fight off the anger and sexual desire that were boiling in her blood, as she struggled against his hold.

"I think we have delayed this long enough," Eyon interrupted impatiently. He leaned toward her and spoke softly into her ear. "Let me explain it to ye, Nicole. Ye belong to us. We dinna want to fight with ye, but if ye continue to defy us, ye'll regret it."

Again, Nicole felt shivers of alarm at his words. What could be worse than what she was enduring?

He spoke to Kieran in rapid Gaelic and Nicole watched in stunned disbelief as the robe was ripped off her body like it was made of flimsy material, exposing her to two gleaming pairs of eyes. It left her stark naked and the men seemingly transfixed, as if they were seeing her naked for the first time, staring at her body in awe.

"We can't," she moaned, looking down at her feet, embarrassed, "Not again."

"That's where ye are wrong, my sweets. Yer body will always want us," Kieran groaned huskily as he reached down and cupped a breast.

She moaned and closed her eyes as he began kneading the firm flesh and Eyon, not to be denied, start to paint a trail along her collarbone with his tongue.

Nicole opened her eyes to watch as Kieran's lips descended to her other exposed breast, and moaned aloud when they clamped over her aching nipple. She stiffened as their hands began to explore her body.

"I know ye're aching for us, Nicole. Stop fighting it," Eyon stated in a deep, erotic whisper.

She was deposited unceremoniously on to the centre of the bed. Nicole didn't even remember when they had started moving, let alone how they had reached the bed. She blinked in confusion at Kieran and then at Eyon. They both stood like statues on either side of her, eyeing her speculatively. She heard Eyon saying something to Kieran in their native tongue.

Eyon looked at Nicole's naked body in both awe and delight. "She is such a little wildcat in bed and has so much passion behind that cool facade and flippant tongue. She is going to be such a pleasure to tame." He smiled anticipating the moments to come.

"Aye, even though she sought to fight us every step of the way, I know she wants us. I, too, can't wait for her taming to fully begin. God's teeth...the woman drives me to pure madness. With a delectable little puss like that, I am not surprised," Kieran said, as he remembered Nicole's taste.

Nicole watched with wide eyes as the two men slowly undressed while staring at her. She swallowed a lump of fear at the hungry looks in their eyes; it was as if they wanted to devour her. Her attention went to the lower part of their bodies. How the hell would she accommodate two? She could just barely manage one. Nicole looked from Eyon to Kieran and back again. She bit her plump lower lip with indecision.

"Nicole, we will never hurt ye. And we'll fit. Ye won't regret it, sweets," Kieran promised as he came closer, recognizing the fear on her face.

Eyon remained silent; he was too aroused to say anything. He edged closer to Nicole. Then their hands fell on her body, rubbing her shoulders and squeezing her breasts, rolling and teasing her chocolate nipples until they grew rock-hard. Nicole found herself quivering and throbbing, their every touch sending unbearable jolts of arousal through her weakening body.

Nicole wanted so much to resist, but it was becoming harder and harder. Hands were everywhere; no part of her body was left untouched. Kieran slid a large hand up her thigh and strong, calloused fingers found her wet, swollen flesh. He used his middle finger to gently rub her clit, circling it, pinching it, until Nicole rocked her hips and moaned.

Kieran's blue eyes grew darker as he looked at her. The knowing smile that had been there before grew serious. "Look at me, Nicole," he said, his voice was gentle, yet firm.

She forced her eyes open. He gazed into them for a moment, and then his eyes took on a possessiveness that had her transfixed. "We will not tolerate yer defiance, Nicole. Ye are Mistress here now, even more so after our combined mating. However, what seems to have slipped yer mind more times than not is that we are the masters of yer body and mind," Kieran growled as thick fingers slammed into her pussy.

She cried out, her body shaking. He gave her a knowing chuckle and thrust deeper. "God, Nicole, why do ye think to deny us what's rightfully ours?" he demanded, leaning over to bite the side of her neck.

"Ye are ours, Nicole," Kieran's deep masculine voice whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. Anticipation of what was to come flashed through her. 

"Yes." She sounded surprised by her own acknowledgment.

Eyon leaned over and pressed his lips against Nicole's opened ones. His tongue pushed forward, exploring her mouth, lazily massaging and tasting. Nicole moaned against his lips, abandoning herself to their attentions, their passions, and their sheer possessiveness. She took his hand and moved it down to the wetness between her thighs, to join Kieran's thrusting digits. He growled in mock outrage and kissed her harder.

"Yes," she whispered as his fingers found her clit. She loved it. But she loved it even more when Kieran lowered his head to her breast and began biting and sucking her firm nipples.

Suddenly, Eyon broke the kiss to allow Kieran to position her to his liking. As they moved, Eyon quickly captured her lips again in a heated and hungry kiss, before sitting back and watching as Kieran slipped his slick fingers from inside of her and then sucked them one by one.

"I enjoyed that most thoroughly, sweetness. Ye look so beautiful in the throes of passion," Kieran murmured.

"Aye, beautiful indeed...Take her," Eyon whispered, "I want to hear her screams."

Nicole watched as Kieran hooked his arms under her knees and slid her to the edge of the mattress. Open and exposed to his gaze, she turned her head in embarrassment.

"Look at me, Nicole," Kieran commanded. She obeyed.

"How beautiful ye are!" He gazed at her for a long moment before she allowed her hips to arch up to meet him.

And, for the second time that morning, Nicole screamed as Kieran's massive erection speared into her wet, sex-slicked, and more than willing womanhood. She met his lunges with a force of her own as he began to take her with long, fast strokes.

"Oh God," she whispered in a husky voice, wrapping her legs around his hips, "This feels so good." Nicole grabbed the hands that held her hips in a tight grip.

Kieran growled and increased the depth and tempo of his thrusts until his whimpering mate trembled on the verge of climax. He watched her come until she was quivering with exhaustion. Nicole moaned with unfulfilled passion. Her body continued to pulse with Kieran's shaft anchored deep within her, unmoving, but still firm and unspent.

Eyon leaned against the headboard and stroked his cock as he watched, never taking his eyes off of Kieran fucking their mate. The beauty of Nicole reaching her climax was a magnificent sight to him.

Nicole, still in the throes of desire turned to him, panting hard, eyes dark with lust. "Eyon, I need you. Please," she whimpered as her pussy continued to spasm around Kieran's shaft.

Eyon moved, displaying his obvious satisfaction that Nicole had voiced her needs. He was pleased that she was accepting her fate, accepting that she was theirs.

"Roll her onto her side," he growled impatiently at Kieran.

Before her body or mind could recover, Kieran slowly pulled out of her suctioning core and placed her in the centre of the bed. Then he rolled her towards Eyon.

* * * *

Nicole found herself pleasantly sandwiched between two hard bodies. She knew what was going to happen. She felt her nipples tighten even more when their erect members touched her heated flesh. Kieran's erection prodded her from behind, while Eyon's rubbed against her stomach.

"God, I can't wait to be inside ye. I want this so bad," Eyon murmured.

Nicole shuddered as she suddenly felt hands running along the cleft of her bottom. Her eyes flew open. "I'm afraid," she spoke aloud, finally acknowledging her fears. She knew she sounded helpless and pathetic, but she couldn't help it.

Physical desire, along with a desire to protect, overwhelmed both men at Nicole's confession. They enfolded her smaller form in their arms. Eyon reached out and cupped her face. "We understand. Ye have nothing to fear, sweets. We want ye to know us in every way. I want ye to tell us if it hurts too much. Okay, sweets? We'll stop if ye want us to."

Eyon stared into her eyes and then his lips brushed hers in the gentlest, most delicate of touches. Soft though it was, the kiss conjured strange, almost electric, tingles in her skin and sent a rush of heat sizzling along her nerve endings. Several times, he slid his mouth across hers, the softness of his lips nuzzling gently.

Meanwhile, Kieran was kissing her neck and shoulders, his hands moving all over her body. All the while, he whispered in her ear about how they wanted and needed her. "Ye'll enjoy it, Nicole," he said, biting her earlobe.

"Okay," she groaned and then opened her lips to give Eyon free access to her mouth.

Oh, God. Am I going to regret this? Two men! Should I? Shouldn't I? Maybe just this one time... I did agree, didn't I? No turning back. Nicole couldn't believe she could become so aroused again after the vigorous attention her body had been receiving from the men. By rights, she should have been bone tired.

For the men, it had been a revelation to hear that one word. She trusted them, wanted them. The sure knowledge that they would finally take her together made their balls tighten in anticipation. They could almost visualize it, a cock sliding into her from behind as the other took her from the front. Their dicks twitched and ached with anticipation.

The rich aroma of her musk filled the air, mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla. It was intoxicating. Eyon continued to kiss her deeply and very, very slowly, gripping her face to hold her more firmly against his lips. Her mouth was a wet, open flower that surrendered to his tongue. He felt her shiver. Her hips were pressed to his own by the force of Kieran's hand as it kneaded her plump bottom. Eyon smiled at Nicole's trembling as Kieran thrust his fingers into her and began fucking her from behind.

Nicole gasped and quivered helplessly when she felt the digits enter her core. She whimpered with need as Kieran sped up his pace. Her hips bucked against his hand, begging for more.

Eyon reached out and captured a breast, squeezing the firm, round globe, as her lips parted on a soft sigh. He grinned wider when Kieran's finger plunged harder into her sopping core. Eyon watched Nicole's face and knew she was near.

Not yet, he thought. They intended to take things slowly. They had all night and he was going to use as much of it as he could.

Between Eyon's hands on her breasts and Kieran's fingers inside her, Nicole was incapable of thought. It was mind shattering. Could someone die of too much pleasure? What a way to go. Nicole moaned in regret as she felt Kieran's fingers suddenly leave her. She whimpered, her hips moving backward, desperate for him to put them back.

"Be patient, Nicole."

The sound of Eyon's voice sent a sweet thrill through her.

Eyon looked to Kieran. He knew Kieran's face mirrored the dazed look was on his own. Neither could speak, only nodding when they were ready.

"Relax, baby," whispered Kieran, caressing her bottom.

Nicole heard Kieran say something to Eyon, though she knew not what, since it was in their native tongue. A few seconds later, she heard the distinctive sound of a tube opening. She gasped when a cold liquid suddenly hit her skin as Kieran liberally coated her anus with the lubricant.

"I know it's cold. Sorry, sweets, but we have to make ye nice and ready," he whispered before he began to slowly caress her puckered opening.

Nicole gasped and spread her legs wide. "P--please don't. Oh..."

"Ye're so going to love this," Kieran purred, "Open yer legs wider for me."

Nicole obeyed. Eyon's fingers nudged her thighs even further apart, seeking out her wet core, and finding the entrance, he thrust forward. Nicole accepted the invasion, groaning as Eyon's palm hit her clit. Then Kieran thrust a finger inside her anus and she cried out in both shock and pleasure.

Eyon quickly captured her cries with his lips as he used his other hand to caress her hair, her cheeks, soothing her. Nicole moaned and pushed back against Kieran. Eyon continued to distract her, allowing Kieran to take his time to do what he wanted. She sucked Eyon's tongue as he gladly took what she offered, mapping her mouth with the muscle. He sucked lightly on the pink tip of her tongue, doing his best to give her as much pleasure as he could.

Kieran, sensing that she was more relaxed, removed his fingers, and before Nicole could even feel the loss, the head of his shaft prodded against her anus. She gasped as the bulbous head pushed inside. Blindly reaching out in front of her, she grabbed onto Eyon's arms.

"That's it, baby," whispered Kieran, caressing her bottom as Eyon continued to kiss her. Eyon broke the kiss as Kieran spread her ass cheeks and began to thrust and thrust. She felt a finger flick her clit and she came instantly.

"Oh God." She bucked forward and then back. Both men held her as she began to shake, howling and mewing like a dog in heat. The men shuddered at the sensation.

"Are ye okay, Nicole?" Eyon asked, looking at her teary eyes.

She had never experienced anything so pleasurable in all her life and was too dazed to even answer. Her chest heaved, trying to find enough air to stay conscious. She was that near to passing out.

"Are ye too tired to continue?" Kieran asked.

Unsure how to respond, Nicole closed her eyes and started chewing her bottom lip in earnest.

Eyon watched a visibly shaken Nicole absorb Kieran's words. Softly, he added, "There is no rush, Nicole. Just relax and let us do the work." Eyon paused and waited until she looked at him. "We have ye. Just let it happen."

Opening her legs wider, Eyon slid his shaft inside her as far as he could manage. Nicole gasped at the sudden invasion. This was all new to her. She had never done anything like that before, plus, she'd never been with any man as well endowed as they were. Their sizes and, lord, the way they used them, were simply out of this world.

They felt Nicole stiffen. Kieran gently began running his tongue up and down her neck as he held her tight. Eyon re-captured her lips and began nibbling and sucking the bottom one.

"Christ's teeth, Nicole ye are so fucking tight," Kieran hissed, as if in pain, withdrawing his shaft halfway out her back passage.

"Oh Lord," she cried out as Eyon's mouth left her lips and found her nipples.

Eyon groaned in pure pleasure when the hot, tight sheath of her core slowly swallowed his cock. Eyon lifted his head from her breast just long enough to explain. "After we take ye, Nicole, ye will treasure the fluids filling yer body. No other man will ever dare touch ye. Yer only thoughts will be of us and of being with us. Yer body will ache and burn with the need for our cocks to fill it." He ended with a possessive and demanding kiss.

Both men moaned at the unbelievable tightness they were experiencing, her orifices held them like a vice. After they had allowed her enough time to adjust to their combined sizes, Kieran, who had withdrawn his shaft slightly so Eyon could fully enter her, grabbed her hips and pulled her along his length.




Gargouille



"Impale yerself on me, sweets." He groaned as she acquiesced. The men inhaled sharply, the scent of her juices had reached them. It was stronger than before, making them even hotter. "Give us yer hot, tight, and sweet little body. All of it."

Then they began a synchronized dance, moving in unison, retreating and filling her again and again. Eyon ground into her core and Kieran was just as relentless.

"This is good ass," Kieran murmured, biting and sucking her neck as he pounded into her.

Helpless under their onslaught, Nicole moaned in reckless abandonment. She grabbed hold of the Eyon's head, causing him to slowly leave her breast and look into her passion-filled eyes.

"God, ye are beautiful. How we adore ye and everything about ye. Yer body is so wet, so tight, and all ours." His hands gripped her hips then, increasing the pace of their thrusts.

Nicole screamed in her mindless passion. "Oh please, harder- Please," she pleaded, thrusting her hips backward, enjoying the sensation of two cocks. She heard a grunt of approval and smiled.

"Do ye want to come again, Nicole? Do ye?" Kieran demanded, biting her neck.

How could she resist such an inviting question? "Yes!" she yelled as her fingers dug into Eyon's shoulders.

She felt Kieran grip her hips tighter, holding her to him as he thrust into her again and again. She fought the impending climax, wanting to savor it, but the men's sensual words and Eyon's hands caressing her ass and back, weakened her resolve. She wriggled her bottom, trying to force Kieran to move faster, as an overwhelming need took over.

"Shit. Don't move, sweetness," Kieran panted, trying to hold her hips still, but to no avail. "Christ's teeth. Shit. Fuck it." He withdrew and slammed back in.

Nicole couldn't stop the fire. "I am coming!" she screamed.

"Good. Dinna fight it," said Eyon. "There's more where that came from."

It erupted like an earthquake. Her stomach heated and tightened as she coated Eyon's cock with her hot juices and her ass clamped down on Kieran's cock. She felt Kieran shudder violently behind her and regretted that she couldn't see his face.

Eyon groaned and Kieran gasped as Nicole's inner muscles worked their shafts. And with a rhythm born of long practice, they continued work her as one. "No more," she cried, as the two pushed her into a state of sexual frenzy.

"Yes." Both were unrelenting in their quest. Nicole's head rolled from side to side in time with her moans as the sensations built again.

"Christ's blood! Shit!" the men shouted together.

As they thrust into her to the hilt one last time, their bodies rigid, jaws clenched, as they emptied their balls into her tight holes. The spurt of their semen into her body triggered a second orgasm. It seemed endless, her muscles clenching as their warm heat flowed through her. She screamed their names as her vision began to blur. She stared into Eyon's fathomless eyes, now dark with passion, as the darkness closed in quickly. She slipped into unconsciousness.

They continued to leisurely pump into her, savoring the feeling of her clenching ass and pussy.

* * * *

"Isn't she a beauty?" Eyon ran his index finger along the swell of her hip. Kieran silently agreed, as he also trailed a finger over the soft, but firm, flesh. A needy moan came from Nicole's throat.

"What happened?" Nicole asked as she slowly opened her eyes and looked into Eyon's green ones.

"Ye were a bit over-stimulated," Kieran answered with a grin, stroking her from behind.

"Yer body is still hungry for us, baby," Eyon whispered as he glanced over at Kieran.

Kieran chuckled. "Wait until ye're inside her ass. It's so tight and hot inside. I could feel the blood rushing from my shaft to my head."

Eyon moaned in reply, the thought sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Shit, no wonder Kieran had looked so dazed and out of his fucking mind. He ran his hands lightly over her buttocks and Nicole responded by opening her legs for him with a soft moan. It was an obvious sound of desire and his cock twitched.

Plunging one hand between her thighs, Eyon stroked Nicole's wet flesh, his fingers teasing the hard nub between her puffy labia. Dazed by this unexpected continuation of their earlier encounter, Nicole could feel her juices begin to flow freely. Her hips strained to meet his hand and he indulgently thrust his fingers into her slippery entrance.

A finger lightly trailing along the back of her knee tickled her, while lips kissed and sucked her shoulder. She knew that Kieran was working his way upward. Eyon, meanwhile, had his hot tongue on her neck, almost tickling the skin at the base of her skull, and causing shivers to ripple outward through her body. Eyon and Kieran were both working the heated flesh between her thighs and their strokes pushed her higher. Abruptly, they stopped and she was rolled over onto her back.

A groan from deep inside her body escaped Nicole's lips as Eyon continued to thrust into her blazing inner flesh. She felt lifeless and confused by her body's reaction to their touch. Despite feeling spent, she nevertheless shrieked as a violent orgasm swept through her.

Breathing unevenly, Nicole slowly opened her eyes a tiny bit and watched the two men. Nicole had only had sex with two other men in her whole life and neither had ever given her such pleasure. These two, Lord... The one thing she could say was that, in bed, they were definitely compatible, but there was more to a relationship than sex. Relationship? Was that what she wanted?

Minutes later, each propped on one elbow, Eyon and Kieran watched their mate. Both men felt as if they could have stayed in their current position in perfect bliss for the next hour. Nicole was curled up in a ball, under the covers, tendrils of her hair stuck to her slightly damp forehead. Despite that, she looked so cute with her long, delicate eyelashes fluttering against her smooth skin. She looked angelic, innocent and nothing could be further from the truth.

Eyon reached out and stroked the damp hair back from her forehead. It was more of an excuse to touch her than anything. He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb lightly over her skin. "Ye okay? What are ye thinking?"

"That this is all so strange," Nicole replied, a sad look entering her eyes, "but it seems right. I think."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "No regrets then?"

"No..." Her eyes were downcast as she looked away and the men couldn't be sure of what she was thinking.

Silence filled the room as the their eyes locked onto Nicole. Eyon took in the lovely contours of her delicate features while Kieran once again reminisced about the taste of her sweet juices. They both couldn't help but think about how lovely she was and they couldn't tear their eyes away from her.

There was a knock.

"Enter!" Eyon bellowed.

Nicole stiffened and burrowed beneath the bedding as the door silently opened. She blushed as her eyes met the timidly smiling face of Alana, who bowed and murmured apologies as she came into the room. In her hands, she bore a tray laden with food and various types of delicacies.

"Good morning, my Lairds, my lady," Alana greeted them.

"Place the tray over there, Alana." Eyon nodded towards an empty table.

"Yes, Laird Eyon."

"I will be preparing your favorite for dinner, Mistress," stated Alana as she placed the tray on top of the table. She turned and smiled affectionately at Nicole, who smiled back with the same warmth.

"I'll be back for the tray later, my lady," Alana said and then scurried off to start preparing dinner.

A few moments passed before Nicole felt the mattress shift beneath her as the men moved off the bed to put some clothing on, but not before kissing her firmly on the lips, one after the other.

"Come and eat before it gets cold," Eyon commanded gently.

"Okay," Nicole replied. Hurrying from the bed, she rushed to the bathroom, where she did a quick tidying up. As she opened the door to exit, Nicole was met by Eyon, who scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the table.

"Thank you." She turned and met his smiling eyes.

Nicole was sat comfortably, eating the food Alana had brought just minutes ago, thinking about the men and what she had seen...again. If only there was some way to find out who or what they were. It wasn't fair. She almost wished that she hadn't seen it, so she wouldn't have had her inquisitive desires awakened with no way to release them. Still, she could ask.

Sighing, Nicole snuggled into the blanket and enjoyed the taste of homemade croissant, soft and succulent on the palate. She could still recall Eyon's eyes, how they had darkened in passion when he had entered her and kissed her and...shit, this wasn't the time to think about that.

Curse them for being the hottest hunk of Scottish masculinity she'd ever laid eyes on. And, bloody hell, that sure turned her on in a wickedly hot way. Though she'd rather give them her acid tongue before admitting it to either of them, even if they could probably tell by just looking at her. She just needed to keep her wits.

Eyon and Kieran watched Nicole silently as she ate, noting the way she glanced at them when she thought they weren't aware. They couldn't help but smile at their memories of how she had felt in their arms as they took her. They were not surprised that she had responded so well. But, despite that, they needed to be one step ahead when it came to their feisty mate.

Nicole had proved to be an apt challenge, an exciting addition to their lives, and a welcome change from the typical activities of their life. She was a beauty, no doubt about that, and she would take some taming, of that they were sure. But they were as sure of their own desires as they were of their enchanting mate's and they required total submission from her.

Her eyes were closed, as if she was in a world of her own, but they knew better.

"Nicole!"

She jerked, jarred from her confused thoughts. The firm sounding tone in Kieran's voice concerned her, as if he understood what was taking place in her mind.

"What are ye thinking?"

She pushed the now empty plate away and folded her hands in her lap. "Do I have to share my thoughts also?" she asked calmly, "I am thinking of nothing, if you must know."

Nicole saw his smile and felt his amusement. "Ye are lying again." His voice was gruff. "Do ye have a problem with being honest?"

Nicole shrugged. "I do not. Not that it matters to you two anyway."

She watched as Eyon eased off the bed, walking over to stand by the window and look out. He turned and stared at her for a moment.

"Nicole, we understand that this is all new to ye, but we have no patience for insolence. The sooner ye accept this, the better it will be," Eyon stated coolly.

Nicole returned his stare, trying not to show her inner fears. "Better for whom?" she shouted, ending the short truce between the three of them. "Bloody cheek."

Kieran approached her and leaned forward, his eyes dark with anger. "Ye like playing with fire, Nicole," he stated, "but will ye enjoy the burn?" He reached out and pulled her from the chair.

"Let me be," she hissed as he pulled her towards him. He closed his eyes, enjoying her feeble struggles. He wasn't deterred. Kieran MacThomas had never been bested by a man and certainly never a female. His mate would not be the first. He found Nicole delectable in her current state of anger and he had a ready cure for that fire. The result would be their ultimate satisfaction. There was a granite shaft between his thighs that he could use to douse her flame.

"If ye think ye'll best us, Nicole, ye are more addled than I thought," he declared, laughing. Kieran was amused. "Have we ever told ye how lovely ye look when angry, sweets?" He grinned as he carried her towards the bed.

Feeling defeated, Nicole stopped her struggles and sighed. "Look, you're both handsome and all that. I am sure you both can find somebody willing." A brief look of guilt crossed her face.

"Ye have something against handsome men?" Eyon chuckled as he turned from the window. He still wore his smile as he walked across the room and sat beside her on the bed.

"What does it matter? I am but a prisoner. Who cares what I think?" she replied softly, refusing to allow their amused looks to make her feel even more stupid than she did already.

The humor left Eyon's face to be replaced with the quiet watchfulness that was always there whenever she caught him looking her way. He held her eyes for a moment longer before dropping his head as he answered, "Tell me, Nicole, do ye want us to care?"

She had no reply, but then he was speaking again. "I suggest ye get some rest. Ye're going to need it."

His suggestive remark wasn't lost on her, but she still remained quiet. Nicole lowered her lashes; she refused to look at them, knowing her face was a mixture of arousal, embarrassment and anger.

Nicole didn't know they could smell her arousal, smell the juices flowing. She didn't see the satisfied smiles that spread across their faces. For several long moments, she didn't move, and with their hard bodies sandwiching her, she could barely breathe. The silence was making her nervous.

Nicole stiffened when Eyon's hand touched her thigh. She jerked and slapped his hand away. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the same moment. His jaw was set, so firmly clenched she could see the strain in his face. She quickly looked away.  

"Nicole." She didn't turn toward him.

He sighed. "Look at me."

With seeming reluctance, Nicole turned her head to face him again. "What?" she whispered.

He leaned down and took her mouth with a sweetly gentle, but passionate kiss. He slid his tongue softly over her lips, seeking permission to enter. When she opened up to him, he groaned, sliding his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth. Eyon sucked and nibbled her lips as he gathered her close, until she was perched on his lap. He slowly disengaged his mouth from hers and then gazed into her eyes.

"Ye have no idea what ye do to us, do ye, baby? Why do ye continue to fight us? Ye belong to us."

"You've both been misinformed," she stated.

"Misinformed?" Kieran repeated as he reached over, taking her from his cousin's lap so he could feel her in his arms again.

She closed her eyes and shivered. Nicole could feel the hard bulge of his erection against her backside. She pulled away from him so she could gulp in some much needed air.

"I can't deny the attraction I feel for you both, but this obsessive madness needs to stop."

Kieran didn't answer right away; instead he just stared at her. Nicole gave him an irritated look until he finally spoke. "It isn't an obsession to want to be ye," he drawled seductively, with an arrogant look on his face.

Stop looking so smug! You've lost, and you know it. She so wanted to get up and slap that damn look off his face, but she didn't dare. "Of course you'd say that. I suppose that's why I am being detained like a prisoner."

Kieran continued to stare at her, his face impassive, not giving a clue to the emotions churning inside him. "No arguing with ye there, sweets. I can see that. Stubborn as hell, ye are." He reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Her pulse went on instant overdrive as her pussy contracted on its own. She shivered. Lord, what are these men doing to me?

"I am not stubborn. I...I am not a mule," she answered, finally getting some semblance of control over her raging emotions.

Kieran sighed. "Do ye fear us, Nicole?"  She wanted to ignore his question, but honesty prevailed. "Well, a little bit."

She didn't want to be so obvious with her feelings, but Lord, were they making it ever so hard, which increased her unease.

"It's natural, but ye have no need to fear us," he replied.

"Aye," Eyon agreed. He didn't want Nicole to fear them. They wanted her to be happy and remain where she belonged, in their arms.

Nicole snorted and lifted a trembling hand to brush away another stray lock of hair from her forehead. Of course they would say that, how the hell could they understand how she felt? Turning to Eyon, she said, "Then why are you both treating me like this? Like I have no say in the matter?"

A slow smile crossed his face. "I know it may seem like a lot to take in, but I know ye feel the strong bond between the three of us."

Their feelings for her were intense and they couldn't exactly blame her for feeling unsure, but they had to convince her to give this relationship a chance. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to take no for an answer, she was too important to them.

She hesitated a moment and took a breath. "Yes. Oh- I-I don't know. I guess," she answered. What was the sense in lying? Eyon would only prolong the discussion.

The men exchanged glances before nodding in understanding. There was hope. They looked down at their mate, taking in every detail of her lovely face, from her pouting lips to her large brown eyes that held shadows of doubt now that the conversation had taken on a different course.

Eyon reached out and gently traced a finger over the curve of her exposed shoulder, resisting the urge to push her down on the bed and plunder her sweetness. "There are things that we cannot tell ye, at least not yet. And we require nothing of ye that we cannot give in return. But, what I would ask from ye...when we do tell ye what ye seek to know, please view it with an open mind," he said as he began gently massaging her shoulder with his fingers.

Nicole's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Keep an open mind?"

Something told her these men were keeping secrets, secrets she intended to find out. She sucked her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the annoyance in their expressions, but ignored it. She could rile them whenever she wanted. It was empowering...and funny. Then she sobered. "You know what the saddest part is? Neither of you have even asked me what I want."

"Nicole."

"That's my name," she replied sarcastically, not bothering to look up at Eyon.

"Look at me, baby."

She hesitated briefly and then turned her head to look over at him. Nicole trembled as those green eyes studied her. "That couldn't be helped. So let's move on. An open mind, can ye do that?"

What the hell? Just like that, no thoughts spared for her feelings. Nicole took an inward breath for courage. Sure, they were large and intimidating, but they did say they would never harm her. Her heart was in her throat, but the adrenaline allowed her to feel courageous and in command. Squaring her shoulders, an action that made the men chuckle, Nicole eyed them stonily.

"I saw Kieran's eyes that night and yours earlier. Was I seeing things?" she blurted instead. What happened to courage?

It was apparent by the look in his eyes that Eyon was surprised by her question. What? Did he think she had forgotten? She wasn't about to let him back out of answering the question that had been plaguing her thoughts for days now. Nicole thrust her chin out, giving her the appearance of a defiant teenager.

His expression became unreadable. "No, ye weren't."

Eyon wasn't sure if saying more would upset her, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her afraid. 

"I knew it!" she yelled. Pushing away from Kieran, she jumped up off the bed.

"I knew I wasn't crazy," she exclaimed, slowly backing towards the door.

Kieran and Eyon had watched in disbelief when Nicole had jumped up. They didn't bother trying to stop her because she had a right to be alarmed. They just hoped it was temporary. They were both willing to do what was necessary to see that Nicole remained with them.

"What ye saw that night, and today, was not a result of ye being drunk. Our eyes do in fact change colors, Nicole," Eyon explained as he turned away from her,




Gargouille



"They usually change based on our emotions at the time, although we can change them at will."

Nicole shut her eyes, as though she was to block out his words. "What's wrong with you? Are you both ill?" she asked, panicking.

"No, Nicole, we're not ill. We were born this way."

Nicole didn't know what to say. What kind of person had eyes that glowed red and then turned black? She stood rigid, in a state of confusion and looked towards the door. The only escape route.

"Do not fear us," Kieran pleaded, all arrogance gone as he observed the conflicting array of emotions flickering over her face.

Her head snapped towards him and she pinned him with an icy stare. Kieran held out his hand and let it immediately fall to his side as Nicole backed away further from them.

"I demand a phone call," she declared.

Kieran's brain screamed in frustration and judging by the look on Eyon's face, he fared no better. Nicole was pretty angry. They watched her as she stood there, spoiling for a fight. Sure they could force her to comply, but fucking her senseless would only serve as a temporary respite.

Eyon's voice broke the silence. "Nicole, I know ye dinna trust us right now, but just give us a chance to explain. We know it's a lot to take in, but we can make it better."

She so wanted to believe them. They were looking so handsome, staring at her with concern and worry, spilling their feelings. Damn, they were making it hard. She quickly looked away to collect her tattered thoughts. She took a breath, trying to steady her pounding heart. "Well, explain then. What is it?"

"Our eyes can change color."

The response made no sense, Eyon knew that, but he wasn't about to elaborate. Little did he know, Nicole wasn't about to be satisfied with that. She looked exasperated. Kieran smiled at Nicole's expression, if the situation wasn't so serious, he would have laughed.

"You don't say?" she whispered sarcastically, her gaze never leaving Eyon's.

"Damn," Kieran growled, "Come here to us, Nicole."

Kieran decided to change the course of the discussion. It was not a good time to get into it. If it took fucking her to keep her quiet, well so be it.

"Why?" She watched him through hooded eyes. He looked so manly and sexy. Do not give in, she told herself.

"I will come to ye then." Kieran rose from the bed and began walking towards her.

"This is crazy."

"No, Nicole, it's not."

She didn't bother to move or say anything as strong arms surrounded her waist and lifted her off the floor. She sighed in defeat and wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked them back towards the bed. She looked over at Eyon. Although he hadn't moved from his position, sitting on the edge of the bed, she had a strong sense of connection with him, as if he was caressing her.

"Bring her to me." Eyon's passion filled voice had her pussy creaming, coupled with Kieran's large hands, cupping and squeezing her bottom as he laid her gently onto the bed.

"But we haven't finished talking," she moaned, trying to pull away from Eyon's hands as they moved to reveal her heated flesh for their touching and viewing pleasure.

"Not now, Nicole," Eyon groaned huskily as he reached down and cupped her breasts.

She almost gave up resisting when he began to knead the firm flesh. But Nicole decided not to give in so easily. Not even a mind-blowing orgasm would make her forget. At her insistent pushing, Eyon reluctantly lifted his hands.

"Ye like it very much when we take ye to bed. Am I right?" he smiled at her glare.

"Of course I do." She wanted to contradict him, but honesty forbade it. Besides, he bloody well knew she did, based on her reaction to them. She knew they were being evasive in their answers to her question. Sighing, she glanced from one to the other. They both had the characteristics of men to whom command was familiar, but no outright haughtiness was apparent in their bearings. They were dignified and rather reserved in manners, but also downright domineering and controlling.

Well, if they thought their pretty looks and hot sex could deter her, they were wrong. Slowly, she counted to ten and looked at both of them. Their expressions were perfectly calm, only the flaring of their nostrils gave away their desire.

"So, what do you mean when you say your eyes change with your emotions?"

"Ye want to discuss this now?" Kieran asked, his voice a deep rumbling baritone.

"No, next week. Of course now! We have more important things to discuss than having sex," she replied stubbornly. Rolling her eyes, she sat up.

"And if we decide otherwise?" Kieran's grin held a hint of challenge. Women, they were never satisfied until they had the upper hand. Lucky for her, they loved her. Being with her was like being re-born. They could deny her nothing, except letting her leave that was.

"You wouldn't dare," she snapped. Her eyes narrowed as Eyon reached out and cupped the side of her face.

"Remember what I said earlier, Nicole. Keep an open mind."

Whatever, she thought, twisting her face away.

She turned to look at Kieran when he said, "Do ye believe in myths and monsters?"

She shook her head, torn between screaming and laughing, but she did ask the question.

"Nicole?" His voice was gentle as he lifted a hand and gently touched her shoulder, but at her tight look, he released her.

As Kieran's hand fell away, she shuffled away from him only to come in contact with Eyon's thigh on her side. She pushed at it, but it was like trying to move a boulder, so she gave up. "Of course I do."

Both men stared at her in stunned disbelief. "Ye do?"

"Of course not!" she snapped, "Do I look stupid?"

What the hell's wrong with this man, asking asinine questions?

Sighing, Kieran smiled humorlessly. "What do ye know of gargoyles?" His question sounded hollow and distant.

Nicole averted her gaze. It was official. They were crazy. Hot like fire and crazy as hell. Suddenly her thoughts became clear, as she remembered the manuscripts, the picture, the drawings, and all those documents the men had in their library. Was this part of their delusions? She had read that a person who suffered from schizophrenia sometimes presented with grandiose ideations.

Nicole closed her eyes, perplexed. Eyon was so serious, but tender, Kieran was quick to laugh, but possessive. Could she live like that? How could something feel so right, yet so wrong? Conflicting emotions plagued her mind.

The men watched Nicole. Though they weren't touching her, they could sense her inner turmoil. Nevertheless, she belonged to them, whether she liked it or not. Besides, she was the one who wanted to continue the conversation. Kieran looked at Eyon. Eyon nodded. They both reached out and gently touched Nicole's hands.

"Nicole, are ye...okay?" Kieran asked.

Her eyes snapped open. "What?" she replied inanely.

"Earlier, I asked ye a question, Nicole. Do ye believe in gargoyles?" Kieran looked her squarely, unblinking.

Not knowing how to respond to the question, she shrugged and laughed. But neither man thought it funny, so she tried to make light of the situation. "Oh, come on. Do you?"

Far from amused, Eyon replied in a clipped voice, "We do."

Her brow furrowed as she frowned, baffled. "You're both crazy," she said. Her expression made it clear she thought they were indeed nuts.

"Have ye ever seen a gargoyle?" Kieran continued.

"What kind of a silly question is that?"

Eyon nodded slightly to indicate that she should answer it anyway. "What has that got to do with my earlier question?"

"Be patient, Nicole. We'll get there."

She sighed inwardly, deciding to play it safe. The last thing she needed was to be at the mercy of two mentally disturbed persons. Feeling at a disadvantage, in fight or flight mode, Nicole pushed her body into a more comfortable position. With an inward curse, she softly answered, "No."

Both men exchanged knowing glances. They could see the confusion written all over her face. More than anything, they wanted to make things right. She was their future.

For centuries, there had been humans that had tried to wipe out their race from existence, planting a seed of hatred and mistrust. Hopefully with Nicole by their side, they could repair some of the hurt. It would take time, of course, but time was what they had.

Sighing wearily, Eyon looked at his mate. They needed to end this, maybe much sooner than they had anticipated. "Well, let me show ye. Look up at me, Nicole." Eyon's voice was gentle, yet firm.

Slowly she met their gazes, but not sure what to expect, she kept silent. Nicole watched Eyon as he got off the bed. She studied him, unblinking, as he watched her. Eyon was certain Nicole was going to scream and run at any moment. He had seen many do the same thing, would she be any different? This thought almost caused him to abandon his plan. Taking a deep breath, he hunched his shoulders over and let loose his wings.

Nicole blinked once...twice...three times when she saw the wings flapping. They were a shimmering dark silvery grey, with wide claw-like feathers, and his eyes had taken on a dark color, almost black. Nicole allowed herself to stare like an open-mouthed simpleton.

"Where do they come from?" she asked, her voice full of wonder, as she gaped at the stunning and magnificent wings presently before her. "Are they real?"

Nicole was more fascinated than frightened. Eyon didn't respond, nor did he break their eye contact. He stood erect and it was as if he was made of stone.

Their mate was strong. Both men were surprised she wasn't screaming and fighting to get away, but then again, it could be a delayed reaction. It had been so long since they felt so at peace. They had longed for someone to share their lives with, now they had Nicole. Their kind needed to be mated. It ensured the healthy continuation of their race. Eyon looked over to his cousin, who was surprisingly quiet and then back to Nicole's panic-stricken face.

Nicole began to panic. Was she unwell? Was it a dream? The gentle movement of the wings snapped her from her thoughts. "Am I alright?" she asked, her voice quaking.

"Of course ye are." Kieran finally spoke, and Nicole, somewhat enchanted, didn't protest when he reached out and took one of her hands in his. "We understand yer fear."

"Really? I thought gargoyles feared no one, with their super strength and policeman attitudes," Nicole quipped, still looking on in awe.

Kieran laughed and she stared at him as his handsome face lit up. Nicole knew then that she cared for them. She turned and looked back at Eyon and the smile on his face warmed her entire being. She no longer saw them as crazy, but as men with desires and longings, just as others had. Could she be falling in love with them? Should she stay? If only it was that simple. She was taking it surprisingly well. Maybe she was in shock?

She looked on in wonder as Eyon, in gargoyle form, walked over to them.

"Are you really a gargoyle?"

Nicole's eyes were drawn to his muscular chest of their own volition, traveling down to his tattered trousers. His erection was straining against them, leaving his cock clearly outlined, and what a cock it was. She licked her lips and his gaze followed her pink tip.

Eyon moved closer to her. "Ye're still in doubt, despite these?" He flapped his wings. He sounded the same, although louder, and due to the change, a hollow voice boomed at her.

"A little," she replied, mesmerized by his onyx-colored eyes, "But at the risk of sounding like a child, can you fly?"

Eyon nodded and took her free hand in his. "I know it is quite a lot to take in, but the best place to begin is by understanding our history."

She glanced from one gorgeous hunk...man...gargoyle, whatever they were, to the other. She wanted to be ravished by them both. At least she knew they were good lovers, but was that enough?

Then Eyon began talking again, almost to himself. "All those stone figures of gargoyles ye see perched on top of cathedral were just used as protection to ward off supposed evil spirits. We were, in fact, Guardians of the human race, fighting along side them in battles."

"This is all so strange!" It sounded like a spin off from Lord of the Rings, fascinating stuff. "A nice cup of tea would do just about now," she grumbled.

He smiled and continued. "We were young lads when the Vikings came." He looked over at a pensive Kieran. "I remember it as if it were yesterday. We were both hidden, as were other children, protected by magic. Rather than revealing the spells they had used to hide their children, our mothers sacrificed their lives, as did most of the other females. The Vikings wanted us as their slaves, to fight their wars. Our fathers were away fighting for our King at the time of the invasion..." he trailed off bitterly and closed his eyes.

"I am so sorry for your loss," Nicole whispered, looking from one grief-stricken man to the other.

Kieran lifted her hand and kissed the back of her palm, his eyes reflecting all he had lost also. "Thanks, but dinna be. It was many centuries ago."

Both men emitted a soft growl of pleasure when Nicole said, "And now you have me."

She blushed at their pleased looks. For several minutes, they remained staring at each other. The men watched their lovely mate, each struggling with the need to push her down on the bed. Instead, they climbed in beside her, wanting to feel her between their bodies. Her body, though covered, was driving them insane.

They wanted her to stay with them, so they needed to take things slowly, but it was damn hard. Now that they had found her, the need to be with her was overpowering. For the past week, they had avoided temptation by keeping busy with clan matters. But despite their best efforts, they couldn't help but daydream about her, much to their brethren's amusement.

The memories made Eyon chuckle. He looked over at a smiling Kieran and knew he shared the same thoughts.

"What's so funny?" Nicole asked, rubbing an unexpected itch on the side of her neck.

Eyon's sharp eyes zoomed in on the fading bite marks their fangs had left on her neck. "Does it hurt?" His fingertips rested gently on the side of her neck.

She frowned as she fingered the bite marks and then smiled with affection. "No, I think it is cute." She looked from Eyon to Kieran, shyly.

Delighted by her response, they smiled in unison. This outspoken honesty was hardly what they expected; yet in another sense, they were not surprised. Nicole was a fascinating and enchanting woman. Looking at her small hands, clasped in their larger ones, confirmed what they already knew, that she cared for them. This thrilled them to no end.

Nicole's face suddenly became pensive. She asked fretfully, "Are you both alone then?"

"There are few of our kind still in existence. Most of our kind died in our stone state or out of grief, due to the loss of our females," Kieran answered. He didn't want to tell her that they had committed suicide.

He heard Eyon sigh and turned his eyes towards him. He could see the pain on his cousin's face as he now sat immobile on the bed. Kieran knew it was equally hard for Eyon and it saddened him. Eyon, for all his stubborn disposition and determination, was rarely open with his feelings. They had both wanted to seek justice for the death of their mothers, although they were young lads at the time, and would have done so if not for the intervention of Eyon's father.

For centuries Kieran had ached with pain, hurt and anger over it. It had taken quite sometime to overcome the pain. There had been times when he'd been so desperate to feel his mother's touch, to hear her say that she loved him, as she often would. But now he would have his own family, his own sons, to love. If only his beloved mother was still around to see it.

As Kieran took over in telling Nicole about their history, Eyon let his mind wander. It was his father who had found them. It was days, maybe weeks later; they had all lost count of time. His father's words penetrated his mind as he held him tightly. 'Ye 'ave survived, my son, to fight another day.'

Furious and grief stricken, his father had sworn revenge, killing all that crossed his path, until it was foretold by a Seer that he would have a new family. The pain had caused his father, Laird Callum, to reach out to a local female Seer. She informed him that his son and nephew would one day mate with a human and this would ensure the continuation of the race, his bloodline, as well as mend past hurt and pain.

This appeared so improbable to his father, who had taken on such hatred for humans to escape the hurt, that the matter was referred to a greater authority, the Gargoyle Council. The Council had corroborated the Seer's story, but the matter was still universally discredited in the clan. Humans were considered the enemy. The clan would have never allowed a union of this nature, until now. Nicole unconscious caress of his hand pulled him from his thoughts.

Eyon looked at her tear-filled eyes as she listened patiently while Kieran painfully relived the last five centuries. She had no idea the impact she was about to make on the men's lives. Eyon's felt a tightening in his chest when he saw her tears. He observed the strain on Kieran's face and knew that her tears affected him also.

"Do gargoyles still hate humans?" she whispered.

As soon as the words left her lips, Nicole wished she could call them back. But Kieran was already answering. "We will never hurt ye. So ye have no need to fear us." He used a hand to wipe her tears. "Nicole, dinna cry. Ye'll make yerself sick."

"It is a sad story." She smiled as he wiped away her flowing tears.

"Yes, but restrain yer tears, sweets. It was a long time ago. We bear no hatred anymore."

"I believe you, I don't know why, but I need some time to take all this in. It's not every day that you find out gargoyles do exist and you're the mate of not one but two..."

Kieran placed a hand to her lips, halting her trembling rush of words. "We both intend to love ye together. We also want ye to remain with us." At her blush, he grinned.

"I..." Nicole found herself unable to speak, her eyes locked on the smoldering expression defining Kieran's face. This was something the men obviously thought through. "I... how long?"

Kieran chuckled and in sync, both men got up and straightened their large forms. Eyon had returned to his human form.

Kieran reached down and gathered Nicole into his arms. "Forever, Nicole," he replied.

He slowly bent his head to kiss her lips, but she pulled back and stated, "Forever is a long time. What if I want to leave?"

At her words, a spark of anger sliced through them. Nicole could practically see their jaws grinding. She gulped as Eyon reacted. He turned her head towards his, cupped her face in his huge hands and looked into her eyes. Nicole felt flushed and breathless, her heart fluttering in her chest.

Eyon's eyes were dark and as cold as hardened steel. "Never," he growled.

Nicole shuddered at the harshness in his tone; it had an edge of near violence that said this was not debatable.

"Do ye care for us, Nicole?" Eyon's question got Nicole's undivided attention as her heart pounded loudly in her chest.

They sensed that she did, based on her reaction to them, but they needed to hear it from her lips.

"Do ye care for us, Nicole?"

Eyon asked the question again, a question Nicole couldn't seem to answer. She felt frozen and she shifted uneasily as she pondered her feelings. The silence lingered on as they waited for her answer. Her mild reeled with things to say, but nothing came forth. She wanted to say 'Yes, I care for you both, I may even love you,' but the words remained lodged in her throat.





Gargouille



"Nicole," Kieran broke the silence, "we still await an answer."

Now she wanted to tell them to piss off for putting her in such a position. How could her seemingly normal life go from being boring to utterly mind-boggling? When did her life get so complicated?

"Ye are ours, Nicole," Kieran growled, "We cannot understand yer hesitancy and dishonesty in this. Nevertheless, ye'll come to accept us."

"As much as I want to stay here with you two, I need to sort out my own business. I have a job and a family. I'm not saying I won't come back. I'll even submit willingly...I...I just need a bit of time to get to know you more," she stated softly, a timid smile on her face.

"Nicole? Are ye telling us that ye're willing to stay and obey us?" Kieran questioned, bewildered at the sudden change.

She hesitated before answering. Two pairs of eyes held hers, one green and the other blue.

"Yes."

The men stared at Nicole long and hard, and then Eyon said, "Necessary arrangements will be made to oversee yer finances and yer clothing and other belongings will be arriving shortly."

Nicole was stunned speechless. Anger flared within her at the total injustice of it all. This is the year two thousand and eleven, was it not? Somehow, she felt like she had been transported back to medieval times.

"Tell me this, my lord and master," she hissed, "Are you going to beat me into submission? As I'll not stay here willingly."

"Would ye prefer that, ár ghrá?" Our love. Eyon whispered to her, as he positioned himself between her splayed thighs, laying half his body over hers.

Just as he bent his head to capture her lips, there was a knock on the door. He frowned.

"Who is it?" he roared.

"Aodh, my Laird."

"Is this a plot? Weren't my orders clear?"

Eyon cursed as he rose from the bed. He walked over to the closet, grabbed some clothing and quickly put them on. He turned his head towards Nicole, his eyes roaming over her naked body. Nicole blushed under Eyon's lustful scrutiny.

As if he had forgotten her, he turned and spoke to Kieran in Gaelic.

"Stay here," Eyon ordered without even looking back at Nicole.

"Yes, master," she replied acidulously.

"I have no time for yer childishness, Nicole," he retorted in a dismissive tone.

Nicole felt brittle. She wanted to scream loudly. She didn't particularly care for his tone of voice, speaking to her like she was his pet. "Men," she hissed tersely, "You're all alike."  "Oh, sweetheart, ye are so wrong. We aren't exactly men, as ye know," Kieran said, amusement mixed with something a little harsher in his voice.

"Damn right. Only an animal would keep someone against their will," she sneered.

Kieran's mouth formed a hard line, his eyes narrowing as he watched Nicole edge further towards the corner of the bed. Gritting his teeth, his eyes bright with barely controlled anger, he moved closer and reached for her.

Before Nicole knew what he was doing, Kieran had reached out and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her back towards him. He leaned forward until their faces almost touched. "Yer body and soul dinna belong to ye anymore, Nicole. They belong to us, both Eyon and I. Ye may choose to deny it, but eventually ye'll learn to obey and submit."

When he reached out to touch her face, Nicole flinched away.

"You're telling me what to do!? Making me you and Eyon's whore? Why? Why?"

"A whore has many powers, Nicole," he murmured, humor lacing his tone.

She digested this information with incredulity. Nicole was ready to strike at both of them. This was crazy! She wasn't some stupid cow. She was a person, with friends and family. She had a life, a job. How fucking dare them! If she'd had the power to strike them down, she would have. She glared at them, her angry eyes moving from one to the other.

"I'll not make it easy for you. You hear me? Sure, I may enjoy sleeping with both of you, but I'll never submit willingly. I despite you! Do you hear me? I despise both of you!"

Eyon wasn't pleased with Nicole's insolence, but needed to find out the reason behind their Steward's blatant disrespect of their orders. He looked at his mate's angry face. She was so sexy when angry; her brown eyes blazed hot like molten lava, seething and swirling in their circular pools, her generous breasts heaving. Gods of Valhalla, he wanted to fuck her again. But the woman had no discipline. A look of impatience flickered in his eyes as he turned to his cousin. "Sort her out, Kieran. I'll deal with her when I get back."

Tension played in Nicole's jaws as they snapped shut. So cocky, so sure, so presumptuous. Anger raged through her, but she said nothing. Eyon appraised her coolly for some seconds before he brusquely left.

Her eyes widened and her mind was a whirlwind of denial and disbelief of what was happening—to her.

With a single sweep, Kieran scanned Nicole's hurt and confused face. He sighed inwardly. He too was hurting, there was no denying it. Nicole made them weak, and her angelic face called to him in an unsettling manner. He steeled himself to remain impassive, it was damn hard. Damn hard. He so wanted to reach over and soothe her, but the woman would no doubt run roughshod over them if they showed their weakness. They wanted to claim her in every way. The woman was too stubborn. He reached out and caressed her face but she slapped his hand away.

Swearing loudly, Kieran rose from the bed and stood staring down at her. Nicole glowered up at him, not knowing exactly where to begin with her rage, a rage that was welling up inside her again, threatening to erupt.

"When can I speak to my family?" she gritted out.

Her request took him by surprise. Kieran eyed her carefully. "Not until ye behave, Nicole," he replied softly.

She returned his careful stare with emotionless eyes that in the intervening seconds gradually regained their icy luster.  "You will not get away with this!" she swore.  "No? It seems like we already have, my sweets." He bowed slightly in mockery.  The fiend seemed to have no care at all, and this fact dimmed her spirits.  "You may hold me here by force, but know this. I will never willingly submit!" she spat.

"Sure 'bout that?"

He loomed over her, large and intimidating, he apparently still needed to feel in charge. Well, if he, or the other devil called Eyon, thought they had won, she'd teach them that it wasn't always possible to best a woman hellbent on getting her way.

"Ye will stop this nonsense and learn to obey us, Nicole, or suffer the consequences," Kieran replied in a tone that implied she had better obey.

"I...I will find a way out. Look...just let me go and I'll say nothing about this."

Kieran chuckled at her words, but she did not find him at all amusing. Nicole glared daggers at him, but remained quiet.

"Nicole, we'll keep ye in chains if we have to," he stated casually.

She gritted her teeth and tried hard not to show her fears as he continued to smile that unnerving smile. His teeth shone white in the dim light.

Kieran kept his sharp eyes on his mate. She was glowering at him with mingled fear and hatred as she said, "Is that the only way you can keep a woman?"

"No, they usually are more than willing, my sweets." He grinned openly at her and moved in close. "Get some rest. We shouldn't be long." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

Nicole closed her eyes briefly, then opened them to stare into his. She gave nothing away of her inner turmoil and she turned her face away as a lone tear rolled down her cheek.

Kieran, unable to bear the sight of her crying and equally unable to give her what she wanted, finally turned and angrily strode from the room.

Nicole got up and had a shower. When she came out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see that the bed linens had been changed and the room was tidied up. Climbing back into bed, she snuggled under the warm, soft bedding. She was both physically and mentally exhausted. Her eyes closed of their own accord, she was that tired. At last, she dozed and her sleep became deeper.

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