Binding Santos

by Charlie Richards

  Santos is a demon, enjoying life as a bachelor and the body of any male that strikes his fancy. But one kiss to Tyron's lips and he becomes obsessed with the little gargoyle. They strike a deal. Tyron will give him one night of passion in exchange for information his tribe needs. But before the deal is done, the gargoyle's conscience kicks in and Tyron reveals that they're mates and that's why Santos can't stop thinking about him. Scoffing at the ridiculous notion, after all, demons don't mate like gargoyles do, Santos insists on fulfilling their bargain.

  Imagine his surprise when the Demon Coalition, the ruling body of demons, kidnaps Tyron, claiming Santos has started an unapproved binding with the gargoyle. Santos is told their bond must be broken. Now he has a choice, but how can Santos decide between his own execution, which would free Tyron, or allowing the Coalition to sacrifice the honorable gargoyle he's infatuated with?

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  Binding Santos

  Copyright (c) 2011 Charlie Richards

  ISBN: 978-1-55487-932-8

  Cover art by Martine Jardin

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  Binding Santos

  Gargoyles of Cuchulian Three

  By

  Charlie Richards

  Dedication

  To my furry companions, Scoop and Molly. They're always willing to put up with my schedule and distract me when I need it.

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  Chapter One

  Santos stared across the room at Tyron. It'd been nearly two weeks since he'd seen the small gargoyle at a BBQ hosted by the Cuchulian clan's Huzza. He'd removed a rogue demoness who'd been after one of the clan-member's mates. He'd met Tyron there and had been unable to get the gargoyle out of his mind. The demon knew he'd walked by this coffee shop a million times, but had never been inside. This time, something drew his attention to the place. Santos ordered a large macchiato and wandered into the attached cyber cafe. That's when he spotted Tyron.

  Santos eased into a seat out of the gargoyle's direct line of sight, but he needn't have bothered. Tyron's focus remained on the laptop in front of him. Every once in a while he absently sipped the coffee beside him. Santos's gaze swept over the gargoyle's human form. His lean but muscular body relaxed in a chair, blond hair flopped over blue eyes focused on his laptop screen, and long, slender fingers slid over the keys.

  Santos bit back a grunt as a wave of jealousy hit him. He wanted those hands on him, not the damn computer. Irritation swept through him. The gargoyle looked so relaxed while tension filled the demon's body. One kiss. One fucking kiss and Santos couldn't stop thinking about Tyron. If he could get his dick in the smaller man's ass, he could get the gargoyle out of his system.

  Yeah. That's what I need. Santos just needed to fuck Tyron and get it over with. No one had ever truly interested him for more than a couple rounds. The gargoyle would be no different.

  Rising from his seat, Santos sauntered toward Tyron. A glance at the monitor as he rounded the table told Santos that the gargoyle researched demons. Well, well, not so unaffected as he appears. Good.

  Uninvited, Santos eased into the chair closest to Tyron and rested his hand on the man's thigh. "You know, all you need to do is ask, and I'd be happy to tell you anything you want about demons," Santos purred, leaning toward Tyron.

  The fact that the gargoyle didn't even flinch when Santos touched him told the demon much. Like Tyron had been aware he approached. And he didn't mind expressing his sexual interest for another male in such a public place.

  "Yes, but how do I know you'd answer truthfully, Santos," Tyron responded. After taking off his glasses, the gargoyle shifted his gaze to the demon. His blue eyes bore into his own. "Demons aren't known for their honesty."

  Tyron's soft voice swept over Santos's senses like a caress, and his cock went from semi erect to painfully hard in three seconds. "Then perhaps we shouldn't bother talking at all," he replied silkily. Santos slid his hand up Tyron's thigh, rubbing over the man's cargo shorts covered leg, and squeezed the gargoyle's shaft. It hardened beneath his fingers. Tyron sucked in a breath as he spread his legs wider and leaned back.

  "Or how about a trade?" Tyron murmured, allowing his hips to thrust up, showing Santos how much he liked his touch.

  He felt pressure on his own cock and glanced down in surprise. A pale green tail curled between his thighs and rubbed the hard length of his erection through his jeans. Grinning, Santos allowed his black eyes to flash red before getting his lust back under control. "Mmmm, nice. What is it you want to trade?"

  Tyron's grin felt like a punch in the gut. It transformed his handsome face into a stunning work of art. "I can smell your desire, Santos. You want me. You got me. If you tell me about Leeching."

  Santos's hand paused in its massage, and he felt his face pale. "That subject isn't open for discussion."

  The grin never faded. Instead it seemed to ratchet up a notch. Tyron shrugged. "Then tell me what demons had to do with The Dispersal."

  "Fuck, you pick tough subjects, pet," Santos muttered. But damn, did that tail feel good on his cock. What would the leathery skin feel like if it stroked him without the barrier of material? The thought almost had him coming in his jeans. He let out a painful grunt as he fought to control the tingle in his balls. Santos knew he couldn't say anything about Leeching. The Demon Coalition, the ruling body of demons, would Leech him if Santos told anyone how to drain a demons powers. It was forbidden. And old and powerful though he may be, Santos was still subject to them. But The Dispersal...well, if he could get Tyron's word that the information would never be used against a demon, then he could tell a little about it.

  Santos let a wicked grin split his lips, his teeth lengthening slightly as his control over his human guise slipped due to the lust he felt for the man next to him. "We have an accord." Lifting his hand from Tyron's cock, his held it out.

  Tyron took it quickly and gave it a squeeze. Santos felt the tingle of a binding agreement shiver up his arm. No getting out of this now, which meant Tyron was all his. Tyron released his hand, and before Santos could move, the lithe gargoyle straddled his hips. Santos growled low in his throat as the object of his lust rocked their cocks together.

  "There is something you need to know before we consummate this agreement," Tyron whispered.

  "Time for talk is done," Santos growled, caring only for the promise of sex with this man. He saw Tyron open his mouth to protest. Leaning forward, Santos closed the gap between them and sealed his lips over Tyron's. His tongue pushed into the smaller man's mouth and plundered, mapping the man, tasting his essence. Power tempered by self-control, kindness coupled with responsibility, desire wrapped in restraint, and spicy male musk assaulted his senses. He cupped the man's face, and using a thumb, pressed at the corner of his mout
h. Tyron opened wider in response, allowing Santos more access.

  Not enough, his mind and body growled simultaneously. More. Need more. Need everything. Digging deep into the recesses of the earth's power, he snapped them both along a lei line and hurtled them into his penthouse suite. Santos landed in a deep armchair. The gargoyle leaped from his lap, his wings unfurling, tearing through his shirt, as he morphed into his true gargoyle form. A crown of seven black horns rimmed the ridge above his blue eyes and down toward his now pointed ears. His pale skin darkened slightly into a light mottled green and his t-shirt pulled tight over thickening muscles and skin. He kicked out of his shoes before his talons shredded the leather loafers he wore.

  "Where the hell am I?" he growled.

  Santos grinned, letting go of his own guise, revealing deep red skin and short, curved black horns that jutted from his temples. "My home. As much as I enjoy a little exhibitionism, I figured neither of us wanted to allow the humans to arrest us for public indecency, because when I fuck you, neither of us will be wearing any clothes."

  At that, Tyron shook his head. "Well, you managed to leave my laptop and glasses behind. I kinda need both."

  Confusion flooded Santos until he remembered the deep self-control and responsibility he'd felt in the gargoyle. "Of course." Closing his eyes, Santos reached back along the path they'd come and felt for anything tagged with Tyron's essence. He felt a third item and realized it was a coffee. Grabbing all of them with his mind, he brought them to him, using his thoughts to make them appear on the coffee table. Santos pointed and smiled. "Better?"

  Tyron strode toward them and scraped his short talons over the items, as if convincing himself that they were real. After a second, he turned to Santos and gave him that one hundred watt smile again. "Much." But when Santos started toward him, he held up a hand. "Wait."

  The demon ignored the word and pulled his soon-to-be lover into his arms. "Don't want to."

  "Do you want to be bound to me?"

  The question caught Santos off guard. He knew demons that believed they'd found their other halves, their bindling, and bound themselves to one partner, sharing thoughts and feelings, remaining faithful for as long as they both lived. He'd never considered doing it himself even in all the centuries he'd lived. "What?" His confusion evident in that one word.

  Tyron carefully extricated himself from Santos's embrace, and this time the demon let him go. "I thought about letting you go through with the bargain without telling you, but I can't. It would be wrong."

  "What are you talking about?"

  Tyron's smile turned sad, and Santos started to reach for him again, wanting to do anything to remove the sadness from the gargoyle's eyes. Tyron's words stalled his attempt. "I just wanted you to know what you'd be getting into if you have sex with me. You're my mate, Santos. I realized it the first time I kissed you. Having sex with me may consummate that mating. I read about demon bonding on-line. It sounded similar to a gargoyle's mating. I'll be compelled to bite you. I don't think I'll be able to stop myself. I just wanted to warn you that if we do this, you may end up only being able to perform with me."

  Santos's mind froze for thirty very long, agonizing seconds before the denials started coming.

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  Chapter Two

  Tyron watched disbelief fill the red irises of the demon's eyes. He didn't think Santos would believe him, but he'd had to try. How a centuries plus demon couldn't recognize his own mate was beyond Tyron. Whatever. Soon Santos would figure it out.

  Another thought gave him pause. What if mating was a choice with demons? God, that would suck. Nothing for it though. His leader, Maximus, needed the information Santos could give him about The Dispersal. And there was no way Tyron would pass up getting fucked by the sexy demon.

  Then he felt Santos's arms slide around him, his hands landing on his ass and pulling him against a hard, well-muscled chest. Damn, that felt good. "Demons don't mate like other creatures, pet. We'll both be fine."

  The demon's lips sealed over Tyron's, and as Santos plundered his mouth, his thoughts scattered. Besides, what was the point of arguing about it when they both wanted the same thing? He'd deal with the repercussions later. Much later, he decided, as he rubbed his aching cock against the bigger man's thigh. The answering thickness pushing against his stomach made his mouth water.

  Breaking the kiss, Tyron dropped to his knees and reached for the button on the demon's pants. He glanced up, asking permission with his eyes. Santos's smile turned feral, and he dropped his hands to Tyron's shoulders, squeezing gently. Easing open the button of Santos's jeans, he reached in and pulled out the large piece of meat he'd been massaging with his tail.

  The demon's cock jumped in his hands. He wrapped his fingers tightly around Santos's hard-as-nails dick, stroking slowly, learning his mate's length and girth. Ten inches of glorious, thick, heavily veined flesh filled his hand. He could barely get his fingers all the way around it. His asshole fluttered as he anticipated having the demon's massive length buried inside him. Desire filled him with excitement, but first, he needed to taste the demon.

  He moved his head forward and slid his tongue from root to tip, enjoying the smooth skin and salty sweat of the creature in front of him. Reaching the broad flat head, engorged with blood, Tyron slid his tongue into the slit and pulled a large drop of pre-cum into his mouth. He heard Santos's grunt of pleasure just as Tyron moaned his enjoyment at the spicy, tangy taste of his mate.

  Unable to hold back any longer, Tyron wrapped his lips around Santos's red-skinned shaft and slid all the way down, carefully twisting his head to keep his horns out of the way. He had to open his throat to take all of the demon's length, and he silently thanked eighty-seven years of practice. Caressing the throbbing vein running the underside of Santos's cock, he sucked hard as he drew his head back up.

  "Tyron!"

  Santos growled his name, making Tyron smile. Santos grabbed two of his horns and pleasure exploded through Tyron's system. The tingles went straight to his cock, making his rock hard shaft twitch and jerk in his cargo shorts as beads of pre-cum soaked his boxers. It wasn't often he found a partner willing to touch his horns, but, oh, the sensations it caused was well worth the search. To have Santos do it, without asking, fulfilled a deep longing inside Tyron that he didn't even know he'd had.

  Santos used his grip on Tyron's horns to tilt his head up, allowing the demon's red eyed gaze to stare down at him as he held him steady. His mate started thrusting his red dick in and out of Tyron's mouth, lust clearly written on Santos's face as he used Tyron's mouth for his pleasure. Tyron opened his throat and took everything Santos threw at him. He sucked hard on the thick cock filling his mouth, sliding his tongue along the throbbing vein and dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit whenever he could. He was never disappointed, always able to pull a large dollop of cream from the demon.

  Santos's breathing increased, along with the speed of his thrusts. The demon began caressing the horns in his hands, sliding his palms from root to tip and back again as he thrust his hips in counterpoint. The sensations sent jolts of pure pleasure through Tyron's system, centering in his cock, and he thought he'd explode right then. He gripped Santos's hip tightly for purchase with one hand and quickly scrabbled with the button and zipper of his slacks with the other. He barely managed to get them open, freeing his straining erection from his pants and boxers when, without warning, Santos threw his head back and roared. As a stream of tangy cum hit the back of Tyron's throat, Santos squeezed the horns he held. The grip transferred straight to his shaft and the head of his cock exploded, streams of seed bursting from his dick.

  Tyron happily swallowed down everything Santos gave him as waves of ecstasy flowed through him in time with the pulses thrumming through his shaft. As he licked Santos's dick clean, he felt soft caresses on his horns, sending shivers down his spine. His cock jerked, sending one more stream onto the floor in front of him.

  Santos pulled his semi-h
ard cock from Tyron's mouth and released his horns. He couldn't help it. He mewled at the loss. He loved his mate's hands on his horns and couldn't wait to feel them on his dick. Santos grinned, showing off sharper than normal teeth, and pulled Tyron to his feet. He slanted his lips over Tyron's mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss, sliding his tongue deep into Tyron's mouth, just as he'd done with his cock seconds before.

  "Mmmm, I taste good on you," Santos murmured, breaking the kiss. "Come with me."

  Seconds later, Tyron found himself in a large, airy bedroom. Floor to ceiling windows lined one wall, spilling bright sunlight into every corner of the room. The light revealed a dark mahogany bed draped in deep red quilts and pillows. A matching dresser and pair of nightstands completed the furniture, giving it a dark, masculine feel.

  "There's something about fucking out in the open I just can't resist," the demon crooned, drawing Tyron toward the windows.

  He allowed Santos to position him against the glass, facing the wide blue sky and shorter condo buildings. With Tyron's hands splayed on the glass, Santos stood behind him and wrapped his arms around Tyron, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, sure movements. Seconds later, Santos maneuvered his shirt from him, revealing a slender, hairless, pale green chest. His pants were removed next, leaving him naked in front of the window.

  "I told you I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," Santos whispered in his ear, sending a shiver through him as goose bumps rose on his leathery skin. Soft caresses drifted down his spine, around his hips, and down the crease of his groin. Tyron's cock jumped, desperate for touch, but Santos ignored it. Instead he cupped and rolled Tyron's balls in one hand while the other traced the ridges of Tyron's six pack. "The idea of someone watching me take you excites me almost as much as seeing you splayed out against my window, waiting for my shaft to split you wide open."