Our naughty little vixen.
I follow her lead, grinding into her from behind, deeper and harder with every thrust, and I know she’s getting close.
We all are.
Her heartbeat kicks up, sweat trickling down the back of her neck, and soon she’s right fucking there.
Sliding my tail around to join with Auggie’s, I rub her clit, both of us teasing and stroking, bringing her to the very edge.
“Show us how much you love taking your gargoyles together,” I command. “Come on Auggie’s cock, just like I told you.”
We increase the joint pressure on her clit, and she gasps again, then cries out, rocking against him, her body convulsing around us as she comes hard and fast.
I wait until the aftershocks fade, then start thrusting again, fucking her hard, driving her right back to the brink. Heat gathers in my balls, and I can sense Auggie’s ready too, both of us panting and thrusting, hungry and desperate…
“Come for me,” I growl, fisting her hair and gripping her hip and slamming into her once, twice, three more times. “Come with my cock in your arse, buried to thefuckinghilt.”
She shatters for me, trembling with the force of it, setting off a chain reaction that none of us can stop.
“Fuuuuck.” It’s all I can manage as the pleasure finally grips me, and Auggie and I let loose at the same time, coming inside her in a hot, messy rush, wave after wave after wave, until all three of us are utterly spent.
We collapse on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and wings and tails, the perfect little scarecrow sandwich, and Westlyn lets out a yawn that ends in an adorable squeak that sends my protective instincts into overdrive.
I brush a soft kiss to her cheek, and she turns toward me and smiles, and… fuck. My heart twists into a big old knot at the sight of her. She’s fierce and soft and beautiful and too fucking perfect to be part of our world—this brutal, terrifying place of dark fae curses and demons and death.
She doesn’tbelonghere.
Yet here is where she is. In our home. In our bed. In our arms.
Under our protection.
And I haven’t felt this content in…
Ever.
I drape a wing over them both, silently renewing my vow to do whatever it fucking takes to keep her safe—to keepallof us safe—come what may.
“We should hit the shower,” I finally say, stifling a yawn. “I’m starting to feel a bit sticky.”
“I don’t want to move,” she says. “Besides, I like being dirty.”
Auggie laughs. “And I’m sure I speak for everyone involved when I say weloveyou being dirty, but… Jude’s right. You’ll feel better with a bit of hot water and soap before you crash for the day. No one likes to wake up with their legs stuck together.”
I smack her arse. “Or their—”
“Thank you, Jude,” Auggie says. “We get the idea.”
A tired laugh bubbles out of her, quickly turning into another squeaky yawn, and holyfuckshe’s wrapping me tighter around her finger with every passing hour.
“Fine, you win,” she says. “But I’m going first, before you jerks use up all the hot water. And someone needs to carry me. My legs are Jell-O.”
I rise from the bed and hold out my arms. “I’ve got you. Come here.”
She gets to her knees and loops her arms around my neck, and I slide a hand beneath the hem of her sweatshirt, skimming my palm up across her lower back, but then—
“Hot waffles!” she practically shouts, jerking away from me and clutching the bottom of her sweatshirt as if my touch burned her. “I mean… sorry. I just… I’m a little… It’s… personal. Please. I’m sorry.”
The panic in her eyes sets my heart rate skyrocketing for all the wrong reasons.
