Loving Monsters, 7
It’s All Hallows’ Eve and Lyra Jacobs ventures out into the bayou as she always does—to tend the graves of those gone before her and to honor the lost souls of her great family. The derelict site is usually undisturbed, but tonight she finds herself accosted by three men with malintent on their minds.
Mercifully Lyra is not without a champion. A great stone gargoyle guarding the little graveyard awakens, coming to life upon hearing her pleas.
Grateful for her salvation, she feels compelled to repay her life debt … but Lyra may find herself burdened with more than she bargained for when the ancient creature expresses his true gothic desires!
Be Warned:n anal sex, monster sex
Excerpt:
But the time to dwell upon my options is soon over. The three of them are on me, dragging me back, their hard and unrelenting grips on my ankles and flailing arms like steel.
“Fuck off!” I scream as they roll me over onto the dirt, pressing me facedown into the damp moss and earth.
One of the ringleader’s cronies puts his boot on the back of my neck while the other twists my arms behind my back and pins them to the small of my spine.
And it’s then I hear the unmistakable sound of a metal buckle and zip being released. “No!” I scream. “Please!” But even as the words leave my lips, I know my begging will fall on deaf ears. The screams of black women always have.
The ringleader gets down on his knees behind me and spreads my thighs, ripping my panties from me as if they were made of tissue paper.
I feel the chill of the night air against my heat as my pussy is exposed. A moment later and an even more obscene horror fills me as I feel my ass-cheeks being pried apart. I try and kick and scream until I’m hoarse. “You fucking assholes! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” I don’t know how, but in the moment it doesn’t matter. My own righteous anger burns with the ferocity of a thousand suns, and I kick and writhe for all I’m worth.
But the jerk with his boot on my neck leans more of his weight into me—until I can scarcely breathe.
I rasp in the dirt, squeezing my eyes shut tight against the horror that’s about to befall me. In my mind, I see the immense and terrifying gargoyle looming above us. If only the beast were real. If only he could help me.
Without warning my half-naked body is buffeted by a gust of wind and a slew of warmth splashes across me, unsettling me to my core. The foot on my neck suddenly disappears and I twist in the dirt, eyes wide as I realize I’m covered in blood—and it’s not mine. Screams fill the air, and they are not those of grown men. They sound more like those of a gaggle of schoolchildren who’ve been jump-scared by someone in a hockey mask. Only the screaming goes on … and on.
A shadow falls over me and I twist, scrambling backward in the damp earth. I press my back to the cold stone mausoleum. Before me, wings outstretched, eyes blazing crimson red, stands a creature of nightmares. My hero. Glancing up, the roof of the mausoleum is bare. My mind reels. The beast roaring into the night, a skinhead upside down in each clawed hand is none other than the gargoyle. He is stone come to life.
The gargoyle shakes the men violently, smashing them together like he’s dusting out a pair of floor mats. A sickening crunch sounds on impact and both men hang limp, their puerile screams silenced forever more. The incredible creature with perfectly defined muscles flings them into the darkness, where I hear them splash down among the reeds. Moments later the sounds of an alligator feeding frenzy ensues, the thrashing of tails and the sloshing of the dark bayou waters resounding through the night.
The final white supremacist tries to crawl away on his hands and knees like the animal he is, but the gargoyle isn’t having it.
He seizes the asshole by the back of his wife-beater and flips him over, before picking him up by his throat, his fingers and claws doubling back on themselves, his grasp impossibly large compared to the puny skinhead’s neck. The gargoyle growls deep in his throat, before he turns to face me. Pointing one long, clawed finger in my direction, he says one word that simultaneously chills me to my bones and thrills me. “Mine.”
The ringleader who would have gladly raped me just moments before pisses himself, gasping as he tries to alleviate the pressure of the stone grip on his throat.
“Mine!” the gargoyle roars again, drawing the skinhead right up to face him.
“Yes,” the would-be-rapist gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head.
The gargoyle roars, spittle flying. In the next instant he tears the skinhead’s pants from his body and gripping his junk, he tears his whole package clean off. Even though it’s what the asshole deserves, a strangled shriek escapes me. The sheer violence overwhelming.
The gargoyle glances back at me, a heavy stone brow rising in curiosity. Then, breaking several of the skinhead’s teeth, he shoves the guy’s cock and sac into his mouth and viciously down his throat, using one large finger to push it down.
The skinhead goes limp, succumbing to the terror, blood loss, and lack of oxygen.
Seemingly satisfied, the great beast tosses the corpse into the bayou, his hands bloody as he turns to face me, his wings flaring dramatically. He brings his finger to his chest and taps it there. “Malachi,” he growls.
With my heart still racing a million miles an hour, I can feel my whole body shaking. Is it with the cold of All Hallows’ Eve, or with fear? I can’t be sure. What I am certain of, however, is that this epic creature of myth and legend saved my life. He butchered the men intent on raping me and for some reason, he’s staked some kind of claim on me. I don’t understand it and I’m not sure just how well Malachi can communicate, but I have to say thank you or demonstrate my gratitude in a way he might comprehend.
Rising unsteadily to my feet using the mausoleum for support, I take a hesitant step forward. “You saved me,” I breathe. “Thank you.” Inhaling deeply through my nose, I venture several more steps toward him. “My name is Lyra.”
Malachi grunts, so immense he hunches over to peer into my eyes. “Lyra. Mate.”
“Mate?” I ask. Unless he’s flown all the way from Australia, I know he doesn’t mean “friend.” Swallowing the fright that has me trembling, I reach tentatively for his bloodstained hand. His claws are like curved knives, and my whole hand can only wrap around one finger. “You want me?” I ask, shuddering internally at the incredible size difference between us.
The gargoyle gently withdraws his hand, standing to his full height.
It’s only then, as I follow his gaze downward, that I notice the enormous cock hanging at half-mast between his powerful and muscular thighs.
The seventh story in the Loving Monsters, this has been a series I have enjoyed reading from the very first book and this one was just as great as the other ones. Lyra Jacobs is rescued by gargoyle Malachi when she is attacked in the family graveyard on All Hallow's eve. A steamy well written story that kept me turning pages.
I enjoyed this book especially the monster! The only thing I did not like is the fact that we don’t know how long she will live. In previous books this was spelled out, but not in this book. Talk about terrifying to have a 12 month pregnancy, and I was good and scared! ?
Loved this monster romance with Lyra who honours her deceased family by keeping their graves clean and maintaining them but while there she is accosted by three men who don’t have good intentions. Malachi a gargoyle wants his mate when he hears a female calling for help he saves her and realises that Lyra is his mate. I loved this story, the characters and the sexy scenes and I highly recommend reading this book.
A dark and steamy read. He saves her from being raped. But they have a steamy chemistry. a page turning story.
It was Halloween in a Louisiana bayou, where Lyra is visiting and cleaning up the graves of her ancestors, who had been slaves from Africa. She found something new there- a gargoyle. She found it beautiful and hoped it would protect her while she did what she was there to do. It is a good thing too, because a trio of reprobates show up to accost her and she wishes that the gargoyle would save her. The fight that ensues is a bit bloody and graphic, but I was ok with that because what they were about to do was sooooo not ok. Malachi is the gargoyle’s name and he has been waiting for his mate for a very long time. The things that happen after the fight are freaking hot and steamy. I love the ending. I have to go grab the rest of the series. I usually don’t read a book in the middle, but I like this author, and I liked the blurb. I can’t wait to see what happens in the next book.
loved it !! love this series !! love Lyra and Malachi... this is their short story... every year Lyra goes to the graveyard at Halloween to clean and fix her families graves... this year, she is attacked and saved by Malachi... so good !!!
Malachi loves Lyra!!!! Malachi has come across oceans and time, off a scent and watched her family for generations for her.....that is love!!!!
This book 7 in The Loving Monsters Book Series has an entertaining story, a well-crafted world, and intriguing characters. These Characters have unique personalities, complicated histories and believable interactions. This story has action, adventure, twists, turns, chemistry, and love.
This short story brought up a lot of different emotions for me. I am the descendant of slaves so it was kind of rough reading some parts. Amazing. I did find one discrepancy. When she was nearly assaulted it stated that they had ripped her underwear off. But then when she's in a mausoleum with Malachi it states that he removes her underwear.
Lyra tends to her ancestors cemetery every Halloween. One year, she’s in imminent danger when an unlikely saviour comes to her aid. In return, he asks a boon… This story was a perfect mix of heart stopping fear and taboo heat, with heartwarming tenderness at the end. I loved this quick read - every monster Faedra Rose weird is my new favourite!
This one was so different than any other monster story I had read. I really liked it and will for sure be looking for more like this now. Super fast read and a good happily ever aft
This is a very short read and if you like mostly sex you have it with Lyra and Malachi. It is Halloween night and a gargoyle sits at the cemetery. Why? What will happen when Lyra gets attacked? Follow what happens and see who wins.
This is an entertaining paranormal romance short story book that holds your attention captive from beginning to end. The storyline is intriguing and dramatic as the elements unfold. The characters are interesting with steamy chemistry together. I enjoyed this book.
