Page 22 of Moist!

Saxon drops by my side a second before Atlas blocks my view, his mouth covering mine once more.

His tongue slides against mine, and I lose myself in his kiss.

I moan, the sound trapped between us when Saxon nips at my nipple, then sucks on the hardening nub.

I jolt when Ronan licks at my pussy from core to clit.

My senses overload and my back arches off the towel.

Atlas tears himself away, and smoke curls within his dark eyes.

His fingers wrap around my throat and a breathless whine leaves me.

He leans close to my ear. “Do you know how desperate he's been to taste you again?” He lifts his head. “Isn't that right, Ronan?”

Ronan hums and the sound rolls through me, making my hips jerk toward him. He grips my thighs, keeping me still. With Saxon still playing with my nipples and Ronan between my legs, I'm riding the edge of ecstasy. I slam my eyes shut and fireworks explode in the sudden darkness.

“That's it, Hazel,” Atlas murmurs. “Let go. We'll catch you.”

My orgasm hits me hard and fast. My low groan echoes around us as Atlas whispers dirty things in my ear. He eggs me on while Ronan sucks my clit in his mouth, dragging out the pleasure rocketing through me. When he pulls away, I let out another whine.

Saxon straightens, giving me a clear view of Ronan.

His wings spread wide and he grips my hips, then slams into me.

His head tips back and light glints off the small horns peeking from his silver hair.

I wiggle, silently begging him to move. His fingers dig into my skin as if he's savoring the moment.

I close my eyes again, and the voices of my past fill me. They whisper words of love—not for me, but for the gargoyles scattered around me. It's a surreal experience, knowing they're a part of me, yet completely removed.

Ronan rolls his hips and murmurs, “Look at you.” He pulls out slowly, then eases back in. “So fucking beautiful.”He doesn't last long before he thrusts into me and my pleasure builds.

“You take him so well, just like you always do,” Atlas says.

Atlas turns my head, his hand still around my throat, and forces me to watch as Saxon strokes himself, his gaze fixed on Ronan fucking me.

“Saxon loves watching you take him. He'll need more, though.

You'll taste him before the night is out. Don't worry.”

A shudder rolls through me at the thought, and my mouth waters.

Atlas moves to my side, releasing his hold on me to skim his palms to my tits.

He squeezes them and I clench around Ronan.

A curse falls from me as Atlas lifts to his knees and beckons Saxon closer.

When Saxon guides his cock between Atlas's lips, my pussy spasms, and I tumble headlong into another orgasm.

“Yes,” Ronan hisses, plunging into me harder.

Saxon hangs onto Atlas's horns as he thrusts into his mouth.

I can't tear away from the sight. I pulse around Ronan, my heels digging into rocks of the pool.

A heady scent of desire curls through the moist air and settles on me.

Coming twice isn't unusual for me when I'm alone, but I'm usually spent afterward.

With them, I crave more. Now that I've had a taste of what could be, all of my past lives yearn for them.

I pant as I move my hips, desperately trying to take Ronan deeper.

His chuckle fills me up along with his cock.

His fingers tangle in Atlas's black strands and forces his head back. Saxon groans as he steps back, his hand wrapping around his length.

“As much as our little bird would love to see Saxon's seed spill down your throat, I'm pretty sure she wants a taste first,” Ronan growls.

Saxon's eyes darken and his lips tip up at the corner. “On your knees, then.”

Ronan slips out of me and I let out a strangled cry at the loss.

He hushes me as Atlas scoops me up and maneuvers me onto my knees.

Saxon's cock bounces in front of me. My mouth parts and I replace his hand with my own.

His shaft throbs under my touch, shifting from a dark grey at the tip to the lighter tone at the base.

It's fascinating and I can't help but lean forward to lick the bead of creamy cum leaking from him.

He groans, his chin dropping to his chest. I swear his wings quiver as I wrap my lips around him.

He's too big for me to take fully, but he doesn't seem to notice.

He doesn't move, letting me explore him with my tongue.

I jolt when Atlas settles behind me and his fingers find my clit. He rubs slow circles around the sensitive bud while I take more of Saxon. I whimper as my pussy clenches on nothing. I need Atlas inside me, but he merely continues his slow assault on my body.

“Fill her up, Atlas,” Ronan says as he rises from the water.My gaze skips to Ronan and tracks the water sliding down his dark skin.

When I look at Saxon, he groans again and his hand cups my cheek. “Ready?”

I nod, then hum, and he swallows hard. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be ready for.

My mind can't keep track of all that's happening within me.

Their touch drives me to the brink. The voices in my head are a low drone of jumbled words I can't make out.

As soon as I focus on Saxon's cock in my mouth, I'm reminded of Ronan's eyes on me, then desire zips through me when Atlas pinches my clit. It's all too much and not enough.

Saxon nods and I exhale heavily. Atlas lines himself up with my core, then plunges into me.

My back arches while I try not to release Saxon.

Atlas doesn't give me time to adjust like Ronan did, not that I need it.

I've been more than ready for him. He drives into me and Saxon matches his thrusts.

When I cough, Saxon slows, and I squeeze his length.

“That's it, little bird. You're taking them so well,” Ronan murmurs.

Saxon pulls away, breathing hard. Apparently I'm not the only one who's riding the line.

I don't know why I'm holding off. I blame Atlas and his inability to keep a consistent pace.

As soon as I'm about to come, he slows or pauses and I lose momentum.

Ronan's the only thing keeping me from snapping at Atlas. And Saxon's cock.

I tip my head against Atlas's shoulder and gaze at Saxon from beneath my lashes. Atlas grips my throat again and I whimper. He freezes along with Ronan. It's as if time stops, suspending us in this moment.

“More,” I gasp, wiggling in his grasp.

“Be still,” Atlas growls.Ronan moves, and I crane my neck to track him. “Don't worry, little bird. He's not leaving us.”

He grunts and bites my shoulder, his fingers flexing.

His cock swells within me and his body rocks against mine.

It's not until he groans that I realize where Ronan went.

I want to protest, tell them I can take them all at once.

I have no idea whether or not I can, though.

In the past I have. Images flash through my mind of them all deep within me.

A euphoric high echoes through me and my heart skips a beat.

Saxon grips my chin. “Not this time, little bird. Later, we'll fill you up. Right now, Atlas needs him.”

I nod, then swallow hard. “Promise?”

“Of course. Now open.”

He grins as I part my lips and he slips the tip into my mouth.

They must have some telepathic connection since they thrust in unison.

Gone are the dirty comments, replaced by grunts and moans, some of them my own.

Atlas gave up teasing me, though I suspect it has more to do with Ronan driving into him from behind.

My name rumbles from Saxon as he fills my mouth.

I struggle to swallow, and his cum coats my lips.

Atlas grips my throat tighter, but not enough to cut off my air. “Swallow it all. Let us brand you from the inside out as ours.”

I shudder in his grasp, and tears leak from my eyes.

My emotions ping-pong between the pleasure ravaging my body and the feelings of adoration overwhelming my senses.

I slide into oblivion, barely noticing Saxon slipping out of my mouth.

My pussy clings to Atlas, who doesn't slow.

Saxon drops in front of me and cups my cheek.

His other hand finds my clit, and another orgasm hits me.

Atlas roars, his wings folding over us, encasing us in a world of our own.

A sense of contentedness steals over me, and I feel like I'm floating. My forehead hits Saxon's shoulder as he whispers how well I did. His praise sends another skitter of electricity through my veins.

This is what I've been missing all my life. The connection, the safety, the feeling of being wanted. My entire existence has been a series of rejections. My gargoyles accept me like no one ever has. This is exactly where I'm meant to be.

Atlas slips from me and collapses onto his back next to me. Goosebumps scatter across my skin at the loss of the heat his wings created. Ronan ends up on the other side of me, both of them lounging on the towel as they catch their breath.

“One more, Hazel,” Saxon says, and my eyes snap to his. He grins. “You made a mess of Atlas. Clean him off…with your mouth.”

He grips the back of my neck and guides me down.

Atlas doesn't look away as I lick his shaft.

Somehow, he's still hard and I wonder if they really are always hard.

I wouldn't be surprised since they're gargoyles.

Hopefully, I'll have years to figure out all their quirks.

If we stay in this cave, maybe the curse won't find me.

I could live out my days with them, wanted and loved.

Atlas stops me when I attempt to take him into my mouth. He growls something I don't understand, and I wonder if it's a language from a long-forgotten time. He gathers me to his side and sighs heavily.

“Aren't I hurting your wing?” I murmur, making no effort to move.

“Not even a little. They're thick. It's like having you on my arm. Eventually it might go numb, but not yet.” He closes his eyes and his breathing evens out. I press my lips together and Saxon snorts.

“Bastard always could fall asleep in a matter of seconds,” he mutters. “Come on, little bird. Let's get you cleaned up.”