Gargoyle: A Reawakening (Briarcliff Series, #2) by Lorraine Beaumont

of turning into a volatile force that may explode at
any given moment….
    The girl stepped forward,
her hand still moving up and down on his arm. He looked down at her
hand—her fingers soft…gentle. The anger that had been so intense
moments before slowly slipped away, turning into something
else…
    Suddenly he didn’t care if
she was the one he longed for and he didn’t care if she could stop
this tortuous cycle his life had taken. He didn’t think. Reaching
out, he grabbed the girl in front of him, to divert his energy, to
feed his lust, to feed his human self. Pulling her pliable body
roughly against the length of his own, he merely took what he
wanted. Pressing his lips against hers, he delved his tongue into
her open mouth, kissing her deeply. She moaned, tightening her
hold. The action spurred something from deep inside. He welcomed
it. It was exactly what he needed right now. His hand traveled
freely up the length of her body. He could feel her eagerness… her
need…he slid his hand lower massaging the soft curve of her ass
through her tight fitting jeans. She was not the one he wanted, really…but right now he didn’t care.
He wanted to be inside of her so badly he hurt with it.

HAUNTED
     
    SATURDAY * 9:03 PM
     
    Adriane’s mind came back to the present. His
eyes refocused on the here and now, not the past. He looked down at
the girls pressed up against him and pulled his arms away, shaking
the girls loose. It took some doing, but they finally relinquished
their hold.
    “ Where are you going?” they
whined out as he stepped away.
    Feeling confused, he raked
his hand through his hair. “Sorry ladies, I must ah…” He saw two
girls stumble out of the tree line fixing their clothes. “Use the
bathroom,” he said, not able to think of anything
better.
    “ Oh we can take you,” they
said as they tried to make a grab for him once more.
    “ No!” he yelled, and then
softened his voice. “I mean, it’s best if I go by myself. I will be
back soon though.” He saw the look of disbelief on their faces, and
then added, “Promise.”
    They both looked to one another, and then
back to him expectantly. “You promise?” they repeated.
    “ Sure,” he lied. He had no
intention of returning. Truth was he would have said anything to
get away from them. They were setting his nerves on edge. He
guessed they were innocent enough, at least he hoped they were. It
would not be the first time he had been taken in by seemingly
innocent creatures. Turning towards the wind he lifted his chin.
The breeze whispered across his face, bringing thoughts of another
to the forefront of his mind. Not what he remembered from the past,
no, this was of the one he had met the night before, the one that
made him forget.
     
    ***
     
    Moriah sat on the stairs,
staring at the ground as another band hit the stage. It was Love
Darling. Perfect .
Her chest tightened, and she let out a shaky breath, her lip
starting to quiver as they began to play Hazy. Love Darling was one
of the bands Kingston had gotten to show because she loved their
music so much. A lot of good it did when he was nowhere in sight.
Her sadness quickly turned to anger. His head was probably still
crammed up Heather’s ass.
    “ Well aren’t you a pretty
one.”
    Moriah looked up at the guy standing in
front of her, raking a hand through his black and white streaked
hair, making it stick out at awkward angles.
    “ Thanks.” She
sighed.
    “ A pretty girl like you
shouldn’t be sad,” he said sincerely, his brows
creasing.
    “ Who said I was sad?” she
asked in surprised. Oh great—she must look really pathetic if a
complete stranger could tell she was upset.
    “ May I?” he asked, pointing
to the empty space beside her.
    “ Sure, it’s a free
country,” she said despondently, not really caring either
way.
    He laughed lightly, the melodic sound deep
and warm.
    Moriah turned towards him. His dark eyes
danced in merriment as he smiled warmly at her. She