Oh, how I want her. So desperately I can already taste the sweetness of her kiss, feel the silk of her hair sliding through my fingers as I guide her head betweenmythighs, her soft tongue darting out to lickmyaching cock, her wet pussy hungry forme, and…Fuck… it’s all about to send me into a fucking tailspin.
I don’t know how Jude and Auggie do it. How they can last even five minutes inside her when I’m about to lose it just from watching. Imagining.Fantasizing.
Her mouth still full of Jude’s thick cock, West glances up at me through dark lashes, her cheeks pink. I hold her gaze as I bring my tail up beneath my loincloth, the end wrapping around my stone-hard cock. The sensation makes me twitch. I’m so fucking over-sensitive, so desperate for contact, one stroke has me feeling like I’m about to burst into flames.
“That’s it, Rook,” Auggie says, his voice raspy. “Fuck yourself. Show our little witchling what the sight of her on her knees for us does to you.”
West is still watching me with those big, turquoise eyes, and Jude is practically growling, and Auggie’s fucking her harder and faster, her perfect breasts bouncing with every thrust, and I don’t even remember making the decision to obey him. One minute I’m watching them, fantasizing about her mouth and her hands and the taste of her dark pink nipples, and the next I’ve got my tail wrapped tighter around my cock, my gaze never leaving hers as I jerk myself off in time with Auggie’s punishing thrusts.
“That’s it, darling,” Jude pants. “Suck it. Harder. Yeah, just like…Fuck, I’m gonna come down your perfect fucking throat. Are you ready for me?”
She groans and slides down his shaft, fighting past her gag reflex to take him as far as she possibly can. Jude grabs her hair and holds her in place, his abs tightening, his hips bucking, and once again I feel her silky waves against my palms as ifI’mthe one guiding her over my cock, ready to claim that mouth.
“Take it,” Auggie says, fucking her harder as his tail rubs her clit. “Make your gargoyles come for you, witchling.” Then, his eyes flicking up to catch my gaze, “Allthreeof your gargoyles.”
She moans in response, and Jude roars, his whole body shuddering as he just fucking unloads. Auggie’s wings ripple behind him, the corded muscles of his arms and shoulders tightening as he comes inside her with a dark growl. A fresh blush spreads across her bare skin, and then West arches backward, Jude’s cock slipping from between her lips as she catches the wave of her own building release, Auggie’s tail fucking her clit faster, pushing her to the very edge and right fucking over it.
My tail tightens around my cock, my strokes slowing, then speeding up again, faster, faster still, one hand sliding over the crown and—
“Fuck,” I groan, and West cries out for the goddess, and I come hot and hard, shuddering with the rest of them as the intensity of the shared release fully overtakes us.
* * *
When the sounds of pleasure finally subside and I’m able to catch my breath again, I look up to see Westlyn lying on top of Jude, Auggie stretched out behind them. Both of the gargoyles watch her with wide, awe-stricken gazes.
Not only because of the ecstasy she just shared with them. With all of us.
It’s her skin.
She’s glowing.
Not just with the moonlight shimmering through the windows, but with some deep, inner magic that illuminates her entire being, head to toe.
I turn off the camera. Turn off the extra lighting.
It only makes her glow brighter.
She looks like some kind of dark angel, beautiful and terrifying. Breathtaking.
“So, this is new,” she says with a laugh, holding up her hands and inspecting the strange light. “Completely freaky, but hey, bright side? At least it’s not dark fae runes.”
She laughs again, breaking the momentary spell, and the glow finally fades away.
“You okay?” I ask softly.
“Oh, I’m more than okay, Professor.” She rolls onto her back, her cheeks flushed, her eyes clear. “Gargoyle double team? With live audience participation, besides? Best medicine a girl could ask for.”
Jude sits up and pulls her into his lap, ravishing her with a series of kisses on her neck and shoulder. “Even Draegan would be quite pleased with your progress.”
At the mention of Drae, some of the light dims from her eyes, but she keeps her smile in place. “Anyway, I’mstarving. Let’s say we shower and take a snack break. Oh, and we should probably change these sheets. They’re covered in nail polish. Um. Among other things.”
The three of them roll out of bed, Jude and Auggie still semi-hard at the sight of her bare flesh. I’m not fairing much better, truth be told.
But she’s right. We need showers. We need food.
And then, as much as I hate to rain on a perfectly good naked picnic… We need to get back to work.
Jude and Auggie head out first, but West lingers in the doorway, holding out her hand for me.
