Chapter Twenty-Two

Everything was moving fast, but it felt like exactly the right pace. Not a big person, per se, I wasn’t one of the tiny petite females who could expect to be carried around. My one serious previous boyfriend had certainly not done it, and other than a momentary lift for a wedding picture once, none of my friends’ guys did it for them either.

It was heady and could become addictive. Oz was not even out of breath when he kissed me at the top of the stairs. All I could do was hold on and kiss him back until he laid me gently down on my gigantic bed for three and stepped back to pull off his shirt. Koruk clicked on the bedside lamp, and I almost told him not to, feeling shy and a little concerned about the imperfections of my body, especially in comparison to the two men who were providing me with a striptease worthy of Las Vegas.

With each item they took off, they paused, waited for me to nod or otherwise encourage them, until they were finally down to boxer briefs, thin and fitted, to show me just how interested they were in being naked with me. I lay on the pillows, in my nightie, my slippers having fallen off somewhere along the way, and watched.

Everything about them was model-worthy. Fit, strong, handsome, and with that V that was in high demand, or so I’d heard. Again, images of all my friends’ guys flashed through my mind and were found wanting. By me. I knew they loved their men and had heard them rave about how hot they were so many times. And I’d never quite gotten it.

Until now. Maybe it wasn’t strictly how someone was built or how they styled their hair but that everything about them spoke of coming home. Yes, I was a little scared of the size of their cocks because they made my ex look like he’d been in cold water, but I already knew that they would be careful. They’d never hurt me. I knew this to the depths of my soul.

When they were completely nude, they knelt on the bed on either side of me and eased my nightie over my head. And then Koruk bent to “remedy” the fact that he and I had not kissed yet. Oz was masterful, firm, his lips and tongue teaching me whole new ways to me, but Koruk’s kiss was all sweet heat, and I couldn’t have said which I liked better.

“Malinda,” he said when he paused for breath, “we don’t have to make love tonight if you’re not ready. We would lie with you and just be together and still be happier than we’ve ever been in our lives.”

“And leave me in need like this? Aren’t you alpha shifter types supposed to be all about your woman’s pleasure?”

Koruk burst into laughter. “You got that from a novel, right?”

My cheeks burned. “Yeah…”

“Well, remember we waited for you, so we’re kind of an untried element, but, mate, your pleasure will be ours.”

I licked my lips, swollen from their kisses already. “When do you bite me?”

“We don’t bite.” Oz lay down next to me and grazed his fingertips over the side of my breast.

“Unless you are into that.” Koruk lay on my other side and did the same. “Just show us where.”

“No, I’m not. I thought…don’t you have to, to mate with me?” Wasn’t it a rule?

“Gargoyles don’t do that, but what we would love to do is make love to you at the same time, if you think you would be willing to try.” Oz bent and sucked the tip of my breast into his mouth, toyed with it, and nibbled.

“Yes.” I wanted that, too. I had never been with more than one man at a time, but I wanted these two. It felt important. Like maybe that was the mating act? “I trust you both.” Because they truly were large and if they were not very careful… “I’ve never had, I mean…go for it.”

“Lie on top of Koruk,” Oz said. “And I’m going to get some things to make you comfortable.”

My heart was beating so hard, it wanted out of my chest, but I could do this. I straddled Koruk’s hips and he grabbed his cock and slid it over my soaked pussy. I’d never been this wet, and I almost told Oz I didn’t need any extra lube or anything, but sanity prevailed and I eased down over Koruk’s cock, feeling it stretch me. I didn’t want to say anything that might make this stop, but when I felt the cold lube trickle into my crack, I tensed.

“You’re okay, mate,” Oz whispered in my ear. “Relax, and I’ll make it so good for you, good for all of us.”

Koruk was buried deep, but we were still, while Oz worked one finger then two inside my back hole. The place I had refused to let my ex near. The very idea had horrified me, but this was a way we could all be linked at the same time. One way, anyway.

And so, when I felt the head prodding me, I relaxed as much as possible, telling myself it would only hurt for a minute, and to my amazement…that was true. With both of them inside me, I was so high on the emotional as well as physical connection. Wanting to be the very closest to both of them as I could. I fell into the rhythm they created between them. Koruk reached up and drew me down for a deep, drugging kiss, and Oz ran his flattened palms up and down my back. My cells came alive and my orgasm came on like a freight train. To their credit, my mates held out longer than me, and they managed to make me come twice more before they found their pleasure as well.

It was incredible, beyond anything I’d ever fantasized about. And I owed apologies to all my friends for judging them. If they felt like this toward their men? No wonder they acted so silly. Afterward, we showered together, which led to some more shenanigans. Then we went back to bed and pulled the covers up to our chins. As I drifted toward sleep, I remembered that this also came with longer life. More time with them. And I remembered something I had wanted to say to them. “Your stonework is art.”

They kissed me, both of them, and cuddled me close. “Thanks, mate,” Oz said.

“It means a lot that you see it that way,” Koruk agreed.