For whatever reason, my body feels safe. Lax. Between these three dangerous and intelligent males.
I shake my head as I yawn, evaluating my body.
Fuck, how am I horny again? Last night, when Arch offered me a choice in punishment, I was shocked at how lenient he was. Neither option he suggested was a true punishment. Though given how I feel about flying, it had been an easy choice.
The looks on their faces when I climbed up and bared myself. How they each, silently, pulled out those incredible cocks and started to pleasure themselves as they watched me. Fuck. It had been incredibly erotic.
Powerful,I realize.I had these three dangerous alpha gargoyles at my beck and call. I could have demanded they kneel and wait their turn to lick my pussy and they’d have doneit happily. It was powerful in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I groan breathily.
A tail curls around my thigh. “I smell you, little one,” Arch mumbles. “Would you like some help with that needy pussy?”
My cheeks heat.
“I bet you do, bride,” he murmurs as he leans in, his mouth licking a hot line down my neck. My eyes close in bliss.
His arms curl around me, pulling me close, my body relaxing even more at his cedar and cinnamon scent, reminding me of the precious spice we save for holidays. He tugs me up onto him, my legs curling around his cool, hard body, as I moan.
“Yes, what a good girl I have,” he rumbles, his amusement not hidden.
But it doesn’t make me feel embarrassed or even annoyed. Instead, I feel a laugh bubble up. He nips the skin of my shoulder and I gasp.
I rub against his hard cock, his ridges making me whimper.
“You want that, little rebel?” Arch whispers.
I gasp, both at the shock of his words and at the need that dives right to my clit.
“Yes,” I gasp, as his hands grip my hips harder. He lifts me and my hips rock without thought, lining his hard, huge cock up with my entrance.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispers, “Tell me, little one. Say the words and I’ll give it to you. I’m always here for you.”
“Please...”
“Say it.”
“Please, fuck me,” I moan, broken in the best way.
“Of course,” he purrs, chest rumbling, as he presses my body down.
The mere entrance of his hard cock into my body, pressing me open,full, is enough to make me scream.
My back arches as I come hard.
“Atta girl,” Arch purrs, “Here you go, love,” his voice is tight and as my orgasm ebbs, his cock jerks and twitches inside me. His face presses tightly to my shoulder and I lean into him, relief flowing through me in the oddest way.
BRUNCH IS EGGS, WHICHI helped gather from the hen house on the far side of the compound. Theo made them into a delectable omelet with goat cheese and sweet peppers and spinach greens. A glass of apple cider tops it off. The entire meal is heavenly.
“I got news from the Kambon chime,” Arch says, between bites.
Instead of staring at my plate as I have been for previous meals, I have spent this meal looking at their faces, watching their expression and interactions. Again their smells had danced in my nostrils, even overwhelming the lovely smell of breakfast cooking. My stomach had ached in a way that had nothing to do with food.
The way they look at each other, tiny smiles playing at their lips, tails sometimes rubbing each other, filling empty cups without being asked... it made something inside me thaw.
“Oh?” Theo asks, eyes flicking to me.
Why is he looking to me?
