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CHARLOTTE

My body feels heavy and light and loose all over. My joints buzz from unleashing my magic, but slowly, the sensation is beginning to calm.

I groan, turning my face into the softness below me. I didn’t know I was capable of whatever that was, but it felt so good. Magic felt more than natural.

“We should put a blanket on her. She’s covered in goose bumps,” Julius murmurs from above me, gently combing his fingers through my hair.

“We need to towel her off a bit first.” Marcus argues lightly before something soft runs over my bare breasts.

My back arches toward the sensation, my nipples growing tight with want.

“Are you awake, little witch?” Julius asks, mouth against the shell of my ear.

I moan as Marcus gently pinches one of my nipples with the towel.

“I think so,” I say without opening my eyes.

My head is floaty, and if I open my eyes, I’m afraid I’ll have a spell of vertigo. I know I’m lying down so I won’t fall. Even so, it would be embarrassing to puke all over them and the blankets.

The nest . Something inside me sighs, content to be in their sacred space with them.

“You brought me to the nest.” I wriggle around into the blankets and sheets strewn onto the mattress floor. “And I’m naked.”

“You’re soaking wet,” Julius purrs. “And not in the way we like. I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get sick on us, especially after you saved Atlas’ life.”

“What kind of guardians would we be if we didn’t save you?” Marcus asks. I can hear the grin in his voice. “And what kind of mates would we be if we didn’t blow your mind as a thank-you?”

A hand slips down my body to the juncture between my plush thighs. “Is this alright?” Julius asks.

My eyes flutter open, and I quickly search the small space for Atlas, finding him bundled up in blankets against a far wall with all my plushies surrounding him. I ache to hold him, but I’m afraid I’ll only cause more pain. The distraction my other mates offer is too good to refuse.

I let my eyes droop closed again before I lick my lips, nodding. “Please.”

“Anything for you, little witch,” Julius says before pressing kisses to the side of my neck, starting just under my ear and going all the way down to my breasts.

He slides his hand down along my soaked lower lips before parting them.

Marcus groans like he’s taken a punch to a vital organ.

“Fuck me, hold her open, just like that,” he growls, and I hear his clothes hit the sheets before the weight of his body makes me shift downward.

Julius’ fingers hold me open dutifully, and I whimper at how exposed I feel. Exposed and hot as shit with Marcus just staring at my pussy. Who knew I had a thing for body worship?

“Can I spit on your clit?” His warm breath ghosts over my pussy, and I feel myself fucking leaking for him.

“Please!” I moan, my hips aching slightly, begging for something to just touch me.

“Thank you,” he says before drawing back. He spits on my clit, and my whole body vibrates with pleasure. “Gods, you are so damn pretty, Char. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Our perfect mate,” Julius adds, running his fingers over my labia in a tantalizing tease.

“Please tell me one of you is going to fuck me,” I say desperately, my empty cunt clenching around nothing, the desire burning me up just like my magic had.

“Of course we are. Just need you to let us know what you want,” Julius murmurs, taking a nipple into his mouth and giving it a hard suck.

The sounds of clothes being discarded in a mad dash make my lips curl into a small smile. I bask in a moment of unseeing bliss before I feel the head of a deliciously hard cock nudge at my entrance.

I risk it, opening one eye and glancing at Marcus as he angles his body over mine, holding himself up with one hand and guiding his cock inside me with the other. He takes his time, letting each delicious ridge along his shaft pop inside me rather than just going ham and thrusting in all at once.

I arch into him, grinding against each inch he gives me. Moaning his name softly, I open my eyes slowly, looking at both handsome gargoyles as they worship every inch of my body.

Marcus brings the hand not holding his cock to my hip, gripping me tightly as he grits his teeth.

“So fucking tight and perfect, Char, can’t ever get enough.”

“I’m yours, Marcus.” I vow to him.

“And me?” Julius asks, pulling away from my hard nipple with a pop.

He blows on the hardened bud, ripping a little whine from me.

“Of course, you jerk face,” I grumble and grab his hair, pulling his face so close the tips of our noses brush. He’s buck naked except for his stupidly handsome gold wire glasses. “Do you even need those?” I ask, not giving him time to answer me before crushing my lips against his.

He meets my kiss with gusto, nipping and sucking on my lips as Marcus rocks his hips, fucking me with deep, slow thrusts.

“You feel so damn good,” Marcus moans, picking up his speed.

Our obscene wet sounds fill the room, and Julius groans.

“I don’t want to pressure you, but I would love to fuck you next,” Julius purrs, skimming his hands up and down my sides.

He sits up, and my face is level with his groin. It’s then that I notice he has a red gem embedded in his pubic area.

I tip my head as I take it in and reach out my hand. When I brush against it, a warm pulse of magic makes my fingertips buzzy. “Whoa, how did I not notice this before?”

“You were beholding all of my awesomeness and didn’t notice a silly little gem. Don’t get all distracted by his monster cock and dick jewelry,” Marcus says with a breathy chuckle.

“It’s not my fault she likes shiny things.” Julius grins down at me and winks. “You will love it against your clit.”

My mouth suddenly goes dry. Would it be weird to ask my gargoyle boyfriend to tap out so I can feel the magic gem of my other gargoyle boyfriend against my clit?

A groan sounds from the other side of the room. Marcus freezes mid-thrust, his eyes flicking toward Atlas. Marcus curses softly and in a language that I can’t understand, but he doesn’t clarify and just grinds into me. It’s hot.

Julius sighs, standing slowly and giving me a view of said monster cock. It’s huge, like ‘ my insides might come out ’ huge, and my pussy clenches in anticipation. The hussy knows she can take him even if my mind is hesitent.

“Fuck,” Marcus groans. “You are not making it easy to hold back right now,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing kisses all over my face. “Is this tight pussy excited to swallow that cock?”

“More like terrified,” I say with a nervous giggle. A blush burns my cheeks.

“We would never hurt you, Char. I would never let any of them hurt you.” He strokes his fingers through my hair, fingernails sharpening slightly to run over my scalp.

“You’re my favorite.” I shoot him a teasing wink, but it doesn’t stop him from beaming at me.

“Oh, fuck it,” Marcus says as he grabs my left leg and lifts it onto his shoulder, letting his incredible dick slide even deeper into my pussy. “You deserve a good, hard fuck.”

“Yes, please, I’m such a good girl,” I moan, rutting against him, unable to help myself.

I have no clue where the whole “good girl” thing came from, but for now, it can stay.

“Yes, you are such a good girl,” Marcus growls, and his pace is punishing in all the best ways.

“Atlas is awake, little witch. Are you alright with that?” Julius asks. “He needs to be in here to heal, but if you need us, we can move you to your room.”

“No, if you’re okay with it, then so am I.” I force myself to lean up and settle on my elbow, glancing at Julius and Atlas across the room, staring at Marcus and me. “Please, let me stay. I need to be near you, Atlas. I need it.”

I cry out as Marcus hits the perfect spot inside me. It lights me up from the inside out, and I swear I can feel the next crack of lightning in my veins.

“Of course, Firefly, I owe you a mountain of apologies,” Atlas says with a sad smile as he and Julius walk on their knees back to Marcus and me.

He’s naked when he finally reaches me, his bandages getting in his way.

After quickly tossing them off, he kneels beside my head.

His cock is incredible. It’s studded along the shaft, with a deliciously wide head and balls that I would call beautiful.

His coloring continues down his shaft like all of them, and I want to run my tongue along the white veins as if they were real veins.

“Apology accepted. Just please, please let me fuck you,” I moan, reaching for him but waiting for him to make contact.”

Atlas takes my hand and rests it on his thigh, so close to that heavy cock.

“I would be honored to be with you, mate.” His soft rumble makes me laugh before I’m drowned by pleasure again.

“I’m going to come, Marcus,” I gasp, my free hand shooting out and gripping his biceps.

“Come for me, baby. I want you to make every inch of this nest yours.” He bares his teeth as he moves even faster, even harder.

His cock is bashing against my cervix in a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

I lose it.

I come so damn hard I think I black out, or white out. The lightning outside splits the sky, each crack a wave of my pleasure.

“Gods, you are beautiful, Firefly,” Atlas murmurs.