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He claimed the spot above my head, my brown hair tumbling over his pretty yellow skin, and he pulls my head into his lap. Hestrokes his fingers through my hair softly with one hand as the other goes to his cock.

Marcus strokes his ridged shaft tantalizingly slow, and my mouth waters with the need to have one of them in it, but both he and Atlas are just out of reach.

“Hey,” Julius chuckles. “I offered to install one for you too, but you were too scared.”

“Install?” I croak.

“We can’t exactly pierce,” Atlas says, shaking his head and grinning as his cock kicks again, eager for more of my attention. “So that crazy bastard installs each of those shiny things into his body.” He gestures to the jewelry pressed to my clit and then up to Julius’ studded horns.

Reds and blues and yellows shine with each tilt of his head. He put each one in himself. I don’t know whether to be impressed, horny, or afraid of how much punishment he can handle.

“OK, enough talk.” I wave my hands in the air. “I need to be pounded into the nest, please and thanks.”

“Your wish is my command, Charlotte.”

Chapter 32

DARIUS

I shouldn’t be listening,but I can’t help myself. Charlotte’s cries of ecstasy as my nest-mates take turns with her are the finest music. Each sigh, whimper, moan, and scream is another instrument in the symphony of her pleasure. I’m addicted to each sound.

I want to be in there, in our nest, helping to please her, but I’ve been a horrible leader. I’ve done everything I promised myself I wouldn’t do: control their power, keep them from wielding it, making them feel small. I’m just like my father.

The thought is a bitter pill.

“Julius!” Charlotte cries, and I shiver.

I can’t help but want to know what she would sound like crying out my name. I’m a selfish leader, and that needs to change. Immediately. For the good of this nest, my nest,ournest.

CHARLOTTE

Julius wrings another three orgasms out of me before filling me with his own release.

I tap Atlas’ thigh and croak, “Mercy, please, mercy.”

The green gargoyle above me chuckles as he slowly withdraws every inch of that anaconda from my oversensitive pussy. A flood of our combined cum gushes out of me when he finally pulls free.

“Can’t handle us, mate?” Julius asks with a grin.

Atlas snorts, and Marcus grins like a fool. I pout.

“I very much can handle you all, just one at a time, preferably with a fifteen-minute break in between,” I huff.

Atlas chuckles as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then you will have the rest of the night off. My fist has satisfied me for many years. I can handle one more night.”

“Nuh-uh!” I argue, rolling over and practically tossing myself into his lap. “No way, you deserve a little something for not being such an asshole, in my humble opinion.”

“You honor me, Firefly,” Atlas says with a satisfied purr. “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”

I purse my lips before I grin and lean down to give his cock head a kiss. The dark stone streaked with white and gray veins is so damn alien and hot. I was never one to be too adventurous, but when in Ireland.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” I murmur, pressing hot kisses up and down his shaft.

His texture is by far the most addictive that I’ve encountered with my gargoyles. The bumps that run along his shaft are akin to small spherical subdermal piercings. I’ve never been with anyone who had any dick jewelry, and now I’m with four men who are all decked out.

“How did we get so lucky?” Julius muses from his resting position beside me. He strokes his hand up and down my back, his fingers tracing my spine. “Such a cock-hungry mate we have.”

“Well, it’s because we’re the best protectors,” Marcus says, as if the answer is completely obvious.