Stone Passions 1
Capturing Their Flame
Naomi Hardin heads into Gargoyle territory to see a play without a second thought. She never expected to run into any Gargoyles, much less two men who claim she’s their mate. She’s drawn to the two Gargoyles but will escape from them. Although they’re gorgeous, she has plans for her life, and they don’t include biologically chosen mates.
Neil Conrad and Isaac Phillips are thrilled to discover their mate at a theater. Although she’s not happy, she’s trespassed into Gargoyle territory and is fair game. They take her home to show her they belong together, but discover they’ve brought her right into the path of danger. Someone is targeting the Gargoyle. They must gain her trust and love while they learn to trust her, as well, because they’ll need her help against some of the attacks coming at them. They’ll have to face the trouble coming for them in order to claim her love and begin their life together.
Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 72,031 words
CAPTURING THEIR FLAME
Stone Passions 1
Rebecca Airies
MENAGE AMOUR

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CAPTURING THEIR FLAME
Copyright © 2016 by Rebecca Airies
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Epilogue
About the Author
Landmarks
Cover
CAPTURING THEIR FLAME
Stone Passions 1
REBECCA AIRIES
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Stone Cliff, California
The balmy night wind swirled around Naomi Hardin. It caught her loose hair and whipped the auburn strands across her eyes. She winced as she pulled the locks away and tucked them behind her ear.
Energy sizzled in the evening air. It invigorated her, but also made her wonder at the source. That pulsing force didn’t come from the bright lights on the marquee. No, someone, or something, with power came to the theater tonight.
Naomi hesitated as she approached the double doors. She didn’t need to get in trouble again. Agali Callista, the temporary leader of the Branal, had yelled at her earlier this week when they caught Naomi outside of their territory.
The Agali thought Naomi ignored the danger and wasn’t prepared to face it. Naomi knew that with the Branal ability to draw energy and use fire she’d be safe. She didn’t have to know how to fight.
Naomi shook off the uncertainty. Nothing would happen. She’d meet her friends and leave this area as she had several other times.
Her heels struck the sidewalk in a staccato rhythm as she hurried into the theater. The skirt of her red dress swirled around her legs with each long stride. She took a few deep breaths and focused on the reason she’d come.
Tonight, Stacy, one of her friends, took the stage in the lead role. Naomi wouldn’t miss it because the power floating in the air made her nervous. She’d watch the play. Afterward, they’d go out to dinner to celebrate Stacy’s success.
She glanced around the lobby. The carpet ran from wall to wall and had a scrolling design of gold and black over a deep red. The gold carried over in the decorations on the cream walls. The rich dark wood of the doors into the theater contrasted beautifully.
She shouldn’t be at this playhouse. The theater sat on the wrong side of town for a Branal. This was Gargoyle territory. She wouldn’t miss her friend’s show though. She’d get another lecture if her people found out she’d ventured to this side of the city. Hell, she might be called before their
leader.
According to the mentors who lectured her when they caught her the first time, she was too young and hadn’t received enough training to risk being away from their safe areas. They mentioned all the things that could happen to her. A Gargoyle could take her. She could be killed by a corrupt Gobel, a mage, or one of the mage’s creations.
As far as she could tell, those stories about the Gargoyle’s acquisitive nature were just that, stories meant to keep young Branal in their little contained area. On top of that, she hadn’t heard anything about any corrupt Gobel in the area. People talked of the Gobel when they spoke of the beings guarding the vortexes. Mages might exist, but again, no sign of those things.
A high pitched female voice cut through the quiet murmurs of the other people in the theater lobby. “Naomi!”
Naomi shook her head, but didn’t fight the smile. She easily spotted her friend. Dreanna typified a coastal girl. Loud, brash, and blonde. Her black sequined shirt glittered in the overhead lights. Dreanna moved with fluid grace and nothing seemed to impede her. The human woman slithered around groups of people. Dreanna, like other humans, remained unaware that she interacted with people some would call monsters every day.
“Hi, Dreanna, the rest of them here yet?” Naomi referred to their other three friends who’d said they’d be there.
“Yes, they’re already in their seats. We’ve saved yours. We should hurry. It will be starting soon.” Dreanna led the way through the lobby and down a hallway to a set of double doors
“That’s good.” Naomi hadn’t worried about losing her seat. She might not have a lot of size, but she could intimidate. When she revved up her power, people could feel it, and it made them nervous.
They went into the theater and toward the front of the house. Their seats sat about eight rows back from the front of the stage. She slid in and took her spot next to Caleb. The thin young man turned and smiled at her.
She smiled back, but didn’t feel any physical attraction to him. He looked too much like a young boy to her. The male Branal of her age had wider shoulders and more defined muscles.
She sighed. She wanted to finish college and start her career before getting married. Well, the first of her careers. With a Branal’s long life, she’d have time to discover what she liked. Nurse first, after that maybe she’d try lawyer. Sometime in there, she’d have to deal with the arranged marriage her parents kept pushing.
* * * *
Isaac Phillips sat up straight in the red, cushioned seat. Tension pulled his muscles tight, and the base of his neck tingled. Some other type of being had entered the theater. The power flared bright, not weak or tamped down.
He turned his head and scanned the audience. A foreign power might hang in the air, but that didn’t mean that it posed a threat to the female Gargoyle. He assessed the pull of the magic. It remained a steady distance away, but not far from where he sat in the second row.
The slide of fabric on fabric pulled Isaac’s gaze to the left. He saw Neil turning. Neil must have sensed it, as well. Isaac didn’t see any sign of corrupted Gobel. Those things could mask their appearance, but most times didn’t try. The corrupted wouldn’t sit down as everyone seemed to be doing.
The Gargoyles on patrol had seen more corrupted Gobel than normal. The Gobel as a group focused on guarding the portal vortexes. However, like all types of beings, some went bad and became greedy for power or money. The corrupt rarely used glamor to hide their gray skin and red hair, making it easier to spot a corrupted Gobel.
Lately, a few Gargoyles had encountered Appari, but those beings attacked. They didn’t lurk and wait. Panic would rip through the theater if that pasty skinned creature was here. He’d thought by being sent to the theater to guard the women who’d wanted to go would mean a boring night of keeping an eye on six flighty women.
Isaac knew Neil didn’t want to be here, but he often volunteered for almost any overtime or extra duty. Neil tried to prove himself to his bosses, although Isaac didn’t think it was necessary. Neil’s bosses at Gar-corp were smart. The people in management had noticed Neil’s dedication and his great work. He wouldn’t accept that, though. Doubt came from his past. One of Neil’s fathers was an asshole. He had never accepted “good” from Neil. He always pushed for more. That seemed to have stuck with Neil. He always went above and beyond the call of duty. On top of his upbringing, the clan he’d grown up with had no leaders. The instability of the clan made him strive to excel, and continued now that he had a clan with strong leaders.
“I don’t see anything threatening,” Isaac whispered.
“No, the power is relatively close, but not anything I’ve encountered before. Not Gobel, not Gargoyle, and not Mage.” Neil shifted in his seat. “It’s to the left of us, but I can’t pinpoint it. This place is full.”
“Stay focused. They don’t seem to be doing anything. We’ll wait. If they move, we move.” Isaac met Neil’s eyes.
Neil nodded. He turned, but he didn’t completely face forward. His body angled. Isaac took a similar position. He wanted to be able to see movement from behind them. Could it be some sort of Halfling wandering around? All of the beings could interbreed with humans, and occasionally a child would be sired without knowledge from a night of carelessness. A Halfling might have come to see the play.
If nothing happened, they’d see if they could identify the person during the intermission. In the meantime, he pulled out his cellphone. He texted Dante, one of the betas. In case something went wrong, he wanted to let Dante know. His fingers flew over the keyboard.
Isaac: Someone or something with some power is here. No sign of danger or any aggressive intent.
Dante: You don’t know what this person is?
Isaac: Not what or which person. The theater is full, and it’s a light, strange feel of power. I’m thinking maybe Halfling, We won’t be taken by surprise.
Dante: I’ll send some men to help in case it turns bad or you need the Halfling brought to us. They’ll text when they get there.
Isaac: I’ll expect them.
Isaac focused on the women next to him and keeping track of the magic behind him. It didn’t budge until the curtain went down for intermission.
The women on his right side stood. He got to his feet. The magic behind them began to fade. He glanced over his shoulder. The crowd filed out into the lobby. Whoever possessed that magic left without doing anything.
“Stay here. Neil, you remain with them. I’ll have someone bring a tray of drinks. We don’t know if this will turn dangerous. I want you to have a clear way out.” He nodded to the lit exit sign. They had some influence here since the company regularly donated to this theater.
Neil’s eyes narrowed. Isaac knew he wanted to go search with him, but someone needed to guard the women. They’d come to this play as escort and protector, not to enjoy it. The anomalous power provided an interesting diversion, but the women’s safety came first.
“We’ll be here.” Neil nodded.
Isaac eased out of the row and walked up the aisle to the double doors. His phone vibrated notifying him of a new text. He pulled it and glanced at the screen. A text from Leif Fallon appeared. We’re here.
Isaac flagged down a member of the staff, arranged for the refreshments to be taken to Neil and the females. He tipped the man well. Isaac began to wander through the people trying to pick up the power.
The other Gargoyles had arrived. The additional power from them nudged Isaac’s senses. It didn’t block the strange power around them. A tall, dark haired male strode toward him and he recognized Leif Fallon. Leif worked with Isaac at Stone Security, a company owned by one of the betas. Leif strode over to him.
“What’s the situation?” Leif asked
“Still don’t know what it is. I have Neil staying with the women in the theater while I search for whoever it is. They don’t seem to be doing anything threatening, but the fact that they’re here when they feel us is a little concerning.” Isaac frowned.
“Either they’re bold and stupid, or don’t know enough about us to realize we’d feel them, as well.” Leif peered around at the people milling in the carpeted hallway. “Know which direction they went?”
“No, the feeling faded as people filed out into the lobby. I’ll see if I can find this person.” Isaac looked to the right. “I’ll take this way. You take that way.”
Isaac strolled down the hallway. He didn’t walk fast or with his normal purpose. He didn’t want to scare the person into running if he managed to draw close.
What brought the person here? This theater sat in the heart of the Gargoyle territory. If the person came to this area often, they’d been lucky to not run into someone before now.
As he neared the end of the hall, he thought that the person must be on the other side, but then a slight tingle of power buzzed through him. He kept strolling forward, weaving around groups of people chatting during the break. Isaac hoped to get closer to the source.
When he reached the end of the hall, he didn’t feel any closer to the energy. He looked around the crowded corridor. The person could have slipped out if they became nervous, but the power thrummed steadily. His gaze fell on an exit and the door to a bathroom. A women’s bathroom.
Well, hello. He hadn’t thought it might be a female. Determination flooded through him. They would catch the female who’d ventured into their territory.
He eased away from the area near the restroom. Although he had a good view, he wouldn’t have a direct view until the person stepped into the hallway. He didn’t want to seem like a pervert trying to get a glimpse into the women’s bathroom.
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