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CHARLOTTE

For the next three days, I’m basically jelly.

Julius brings me breakfast in my art room and sits beside me for hours, reading his book while I paint.

I think I’m finally getting over my incredible obsession with each and every detail of these handsome men as I begin to paint something abstract.

A bunch of colors that collide in ways that make something inside me stir.

Eloise thinks my magic likes to express itself through my paintings, and I’m starting to believe her.

“Char! You have got to see this.” Marcus comes tearing into my art room, holding up a small black ball.

“What’s that?” I ask, thinking of all the sports I know and coming up very short with what that might be used for.

“Fuck’s sake, Marcus, put that thing away. I don’t think Charlotte is ready for that,” Julius laughs.

“It’s sort of like…well, it’s basically a courting gift, but like, will you be my girlfriend sort of thing.” Marcus stumbles over his words, and his wings tuck against his back shyly.

“You want me to be your girlfriend?” I ask, startled.

I drop my brush into a water cup and stand, rubbing the smears of paint on my palms onto my overalls.

“Yes, and I’d like to fuck you with Julius, right here right now.” Marcus shares a look with the other gargoyle, his tentative smile turning into a confident grin.

My jaw drops.

Julius laughs again, but he gives me a heated expression from behind the golden frames of his glasses. He wants me too. I know he does. He’s proven as much with his actions if not with his words.

“Marcus and I were having a little naked chat in my bedroom when he mentioned how perfect you’d be between us,” the green gargoyle says with an easy smile.

“You want to fuck me in my art studio?” I ask slowly, looking around for a space clear enough for any of us to be laid out on. My eyes snap back to them. “You two fuck?”

“We have for many years,” he says offhandedly.

“I take it you like the idea of being between us, then?” Julius rises from his seat and places the book on the stool.

He strides over and sits me back down, pulling me and my hot seat toward the center of the room.

“You have to accept his gift first, then we’ll fuck your brains out. ”

Marcus nods and offers the orb to me. Closer up, it looks to be made of marble or some other kind of deeply dark rock that can also have a million different colors in it. It’s beautiful and reminds me of all four gargoyles, even if only two of them are presenting it to me.

“Yes, I will be your girlfriend.” Joy fills me and overflows like a million champagne bubbles.

I didn’t know either of these men a few months ago, but I was willing to jump right into this with them. It feels right and better than any relationship I’ve ever had.

JULIUS

Darius is going to kill us, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care as Charlotte takes the nest’s heart into her palms, gazing at it with reverence. Marcus and I are being more than a little bit sneaky doing this, but she is worth it.

To say that the heart is a courting gift is like calling a cannon a “little gun.” There is nothing more significant in the courting rituals of gargoyles than giving your mate the heart of your nest, and somehow, Marcus stole it out of Darius’ office without him noticing.

“Should I put this in my room first?” Charlotte asks, finally looking back up at us. Her eyes are a little glassy.

“No, I’ve got a box,” Marcus says, pulling out the small, dark wooden box the heart has been kept in since our nest was first formed.

He carefully takes the heart and sets it inside the box. When he clicks the little latch closed, Charlotte jolts a bit.

“He’s not taking it away, just putting it somewhere safe. I want to make you go wild, little witch,” I purr against her ear soothingly as I kneel beside her.

It’s so strange to have such a little mate. Gargoyles normally pair with their own kind or with creatures who can physically withstand lovemaking with gargoyles in full monster form. I’m afraid I’m going to break the little witch.

“You’re all talk,” she says, locking eyes with me suddenly. She licks her lips and leans in, kissing me hard.

I return her kiss with the same fervor. I’m not all talk, and I’m going to prove it to her.

I’ve wanted to touch every inch of her body since she first stumbled into my kitchen while I was making a protective simmer pot.

She stole a hot muffin, and I was petrified she had hurt herself, but holding her then and having her skin against mine was the best I’d ever felt.

“Such a good witch, isn’t she?” Marcus asks from beside us.

“I’m not good—” Charlotte pulls back from the kiss, choking on her breath as she tips her face to see Marcus has already stripped naked.

His clothes lie in a haphazard pile in front of the door, like that would do anything to keep the other two out of the room if they really wanted in.

“You are so good, the best.” Marcus joins me on his knees at the feet of our witch. “You took my cock like a champ baby. You have to show Julius how well you take it.”

I chuckle and nudge him aside.

“It’s my turn to stuff our witch full, bastard. You can lick her clean.”

Charlotte blushes, and Marcus groans at the mental image.

“Can I?” he asks Charlotte. “Can I clean your pussy out with my tongue after he fills you up? Please, Char?”

She nods, looking back at me. “You, um…like that sort of thing?”

“I like anything when it involves you, though I would prefer we keep body fluids that aren’t spit, cum, and other natural lubes to ourselves,” I murmur, weaving one hand into her hair.

I grip at the base of her skull and tip her head to the side. The pretty pale column of her throat is exposed to me, and I attack it with my lips and teeth. I leave little trailing bruises until I reach her shirt.

“She is wearing way too many clothes,” Marcus says and unclips her overalls, tugging them down. He lifts her with one hand and pulls them over her hips.

Charlotte squeaks and grips his shoulders. “Easy,” she yelps, not used to being manhandled.

“You’re right. It is easy to lift you, easy to put you in any position we want, easy to fuck you as long as we want,” I growl.

The desire to do just that is almost overwhelming me.

“Please, just fuck me before I completely ruin these panties,” she grumbles, and Marcus finally exposes them as her overalls come off.

Her panties are so fucking soaked, her sweet scent making my mouth water.

“Such a dirty little witch. You need us so badly,” I croon, jerking the crotch to the side to get a look at her glistening pussy.

My cock punches against the zipper of my slacks, aching to get inside our mate, but I need to take things slowly. Even if she has taken Marcus’ cock, I’m the longest out of us all, and it’ll be a challenge to get every inch in.

“Fuck,” she moans as I lean in and lick her from entrance to clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves as I plunge a finger in. “Right there.”

“Demanding, isn’t she?” Marcus asks with a chuckle as he pulls her shirt up and off over her head.

I can only catch the barest glimpses of the rest of her body with my head between her legs, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

I devour her pussy as I stretch her with my fingers, keeping my attention on that spot that makes her cry out and moan. Her sounds are so damn good. I can’t get enough of them, but when her thighs begin to tremble, I pull back.

“You are to come on my dick, not my tongue or my fingers,” I rumble before diving right back in.

I lash at her clit with my tongue and curl my fingers against her G-spot.

“Not fair!” Charlotte cries, her body spasming.

Marcus has moved behind her and is holding her body to his hard chest. He has her arms behind her back, his lips beside her ear, undoubtedly whispering filthy things about “nothing being fair.”

I groan as I’m rewarded with a gush of her pleasure. I yank my fingers from her pussy, and she keens, pouring onto the floor. I toss my sweater off, then push my pants down enough to free my cock before adjusting myself and thrusting halfway into her with a single movement.

Her tight pink pussy stretching around my emerald-green shaft is like a work of art.

I’m already glistening with her arousal, and her warm, velvety walls are milking along my rigid shaft.

I have to grit my teeth to keep from embarrassing myself like some youngling.

One hand drifts down, my thumb strumming her clit.

“Fucking hell!” she whines, her hips bucking. Her eyes fly open, and then she shoots her gaze down to where we’re connected.

“Holy shit, too long, abort mission,” Charlotte pants, looking up at me with startled eyes. “It’s not going to fit. It’s not gonna happen. I have organs!”

“It’s going to fit. Your body was made to fit our cocks,” I purr, running a hand through her hair. “I’ll take it nice and slow so you can get used to the feeling of being stretched around me. Just relax, and if it hurts, tell me.”

“Fuck, go slowly, please.” She whispers softly and I lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“I never want to hurt you, just breathe.”

She nods, panting as she tries to relax against Marcus. Her breasts heave in my face, and I bury my face between the two soft mounds.

“Fuck yes,” I moan, the softness of her skin so damn incredible.

I edge my hips forward a little more, working my cock inside her a half inch at a time. Her pussy drips around me and swallows me down with little flutters of pleasure. As much as her mind doesn’t think she can take me, her body sure as hells wants to.