I should probably get the scoop on human female anatomy from Ben asap.
I quickly shower, the stone floor and walls of it as soothing as the hot water that envelops me. I, unfortunately, don’t have time to jerk off right now. We need to be at the facility in under an hour.To choose our female.
I towel off and throw on leather breeches and a linen shirt that closes around my wings with magnetic snaps. As an A-Level Ranger, I am allowed to wear our military garb in public, but I rarely do. Until two years ago, Arch was my direct commander, but he went and got himself aproperjob; an Earl.
I snort. He hates politiking with the fire of a thousand stars.Better him than me though.I stepped into his position within our squadron with no problems.
Whichever woman we chose should be proud; an Earl, a Ranger and a lead scientist. Quite the powerful chime for any female. Three strong alphas to care for her; to train her, to fuck her, to breed her, to cater to her every need. Though humansare stubborn creatures, as evidenced by their nearly unending resistance, our female will adjust to her place in our lives.
Ben says the research says their bodies are capable of taking a knot, unlike male humans. Ben has generally been very tight-lipped about his data though.
Our omegas were revered and spoiled, though expected to submit to our rule. The center of a chime is its omega. And even before gargoyle omegas became so rare, they were precious and protected.
Besides, in the last couple years, we’ve been seeing some human women start to sleep with gargoyles freely or paid and recorded for “adult entertainment” purposes. I’m not worried about our female adjusting; I’ve seen how easily the women in the videos follow orders and take a good hard fucking.
I step into our large open kitchen and grab the apple juice, drinking deeply from the glass carafe.
“Fucking animal,” Ben growls, grabbing the container from me. I grin and wipe my face. His grey skin has a brown undertone, making him look like sun-warmed stone. His wings are the largest of the three of us, and his wing claws the most prehensile. He’s also closed off as hell even for an alpha; trauma usually does that to folks.
We met three decades ago, in uni. All of us; we just instantly bonded. We were friends for years before Arch pushed us to form an official chime. Given by then we had become established in our careers and positions, Ben and I agreed.
A grumble pulls my attention to our fearless leader. Archibald has several inches on either of us at around six foot six. His black hair is wavy and unruly, at total odds to his personality. His skin is the grey of stream pebbles, a cool blue shade through him.
Arch is rubbing his head.
“Stay out too late?” I tease.
Arch just grumbles again, grabbing a bowl of leftover spaghetti from last night. He shovels some into his face standing in front of the open fridge. Ben brings him a glass of juice.
“It’s time,” I sing, excited. “We’re going to meet our human.”
Another groan from Arch.
“You’ll feel much better when you’re getting your dick wet regularly.” I grin.
Chapter Five
Fern
They came to my door, an hour before the bridal choosing ceremony. The autolocks clicked right open for them. Two human men and one gargoyle.
I knew resistance was futile, but I wasn’t going without a fight.
So when I’m dumped unceremoniously into a cell at the Beech Bluff Government Garrison, I’m covered in bruises and my lip is bloodied. I touch it gingerly as I grin.
At least I got a message to Nann in time. She’d shown up just as the guards got there and powered her way in, under the guise of being a wise woman.She is one, after all. She told them I’d been poorly the last week and she had another dose of medicine to give me. A quick shot in the arm. Her eyes dimmed sadly and she hugged me before slipping out without another word.
I’d also given those human fucking traitors something to think on in the form of pain. It was the damn statue that had eventually taken me down. He wrestled me to the floor, yanking the kitchen knife from my hand, letting his stone cock rub against me lecherously.Fucker.
I smirk again though. I have a calf sheath under my skirts, my short sword firmly in it. I’m hoping I might get to place it firmly into some fucking goyle here soon.
It’s dim in here and I can hear the other women. Some are crying softly, but most are silent. Probably asking themselves why the fuck they didn’t flee when they had the chance.
I know I am.
But, honestly, I know why I stayed. I stayed for retribution. For stubbornness.For my home.
Most women probably stayed because the odds of being one of the one hundred women chosen once a year in a lottery seemed mathematically unlikely. Especially since only sixty-seven of them needed to come from New United, the rest spread among the other largest nations of the world.
