Epilogue

The moonlight filters through the narrow, stained–glass windows, casting colourful patterns on my bare skin. I stand in the centre of the tower, my breath quickening with anticipation. The predatory way they circle me makes my pulse spike.

Their wings, although somewhat retracted, cast imposing shadows on the walls and when they grin at me, there's flashes of fang in the candle light. I tremble, loving nights like these – the nights when my loves are more monstrous than man – more than anything.

It's been two months since the fire, since the Clifton estate was purged of all its poison, and in that time we've slowly started to rebuild. The house will have years of work ahead to make it habitable once more, but we're in no rush. We live in the tower, and my priority has been making it a home with my monsters by my side. That, and tending to the garden. We love to spend our days outdoors, enjoying the last of the summer sun, but I find myself longing for the cosy longer nights.

We'd also learned more about the curse while sifting through the ashy ruins. Piecing together the things we'd seen down in Carver's cavern of evil seemed to bring some closure to Sax, Mal and Jas, even though we'll never know for sure if our theories are right, since everything went up in flames.

Seeing the painting of Mal, and Jas telling us about the notebook, seemed to indicate that once upon a time, my monsters had been men too.

The stone tablet hadn't survived the crumbling of Clifton Manor, breaking into several pieces and charring in the flames, but what Sax and I could remember seemed to indicate that they weren't Clifton ancestors, but perhaps victims of the family instead, buried somewhere on the grounds. It might explain why when the sun set they were able to push against the bonds of their curse and experience some freedom, unlike the other gargoyles around the estate.

They weren't the only ones who found closure in the embers. With Carver gone, and my mind finally my own again, I did something I should have done all those months ago.

I said goodbye to my mother.

With her braid, and the bottle of blood Carver had collected, we'd spent the afternoon in the derelict chapel in the woods. Jas created a gorgeous bouquet of wildflowers, while Mal dug me a small hole and Sax used his claw to etch her name into a large stone.

At her official funeral I had been a mess of grief and guilt, my mind shattered, sticky, and dripping with poisons. I missed my chance to close that chapter of my life, but now…now I am ready.

I'd gotten to my knees and lowered the remains of her into the soil.

From the chapel you can still hear the sea and smell the salt air, and she would have loved that. Scraping the mud over the souvenirs Carver had stolen, I buried them deep, finally laying her to rest.

Jas, ever the nurturer, had brought a small picnic with him and until the sun set, we lay on the lush green grass, amongst the overgrown flowers, intertwined in one another while I shared my happy memories, however faded and few they were. By the time night fell, I had severed the last thread of guilt tying me to the nightmare of Clifton Manor.

A tug on my hair draws my attention back to the present. Long and silken, it cascades down my back and pools on the cold stone floor. I still haven't cut it. Why would I when I love it long almost as much as they do?

Sax steps forward, his chiselled features intense, and piercing eyes that make my heart race. With a tender yet firm grip, he gathers a thick strand of my hair and loops it around my wrists, securing them behind my back. The sensation is strange yet thrilling, the silk of my hair both binding and caressing my skin.

"Do you trust us, little dove?" Sax's voice is a deep, resonant rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I breathe. As if he even needs to ask. I trust and love the three of them implicitly, and whatever they have in mind for tonight, I'm more than onboard with.

Mal moves closer, his dark eyes glittering with mischief. He takes another length of my hair and gently pulls it around my waist, tying it in an intricate knot that presses me firmly against Sax's broad chest.

"You're ours tonight, at our mercy," he murmurs, his voice a seductive growl. "Every inch of you."

Jas, still the gentlest of the three, approaches with a soft smile. His hands are tender as he lifts the remaining strands of my hair and winds them around my ankles, binding them together. The feeling of being so completely restrained by my own hair is intoxicating, and my body responds to their touch, my skin tingling.

"How does that feel, Ari?" Jas asks, his voice soothing and melodic.

"Amazing," I whisper.

The three of them step back for a moment, admiring their handiwork. I'm completely at their mercy, bound by the very hair they love to run their fingers through.

Sax's eyes blaze with desire, Mal's grin widens with satisfaction, and Jas's gentle gaze reassures me that I'm safe.

Sax is the first to move again, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, passionate kiss that leaves me breathless. Mal's hands roam over my body, exploring every curve, while Jas's fingers trace delicate patterns on my skin, sending waves of pleasure through me.

"I'm yours," I say, my voice filled with surrender. "Completely yours."

"And we are yours, Ari," Sax replies, his voice a promise. "Always. Now let us fuck you senseless and show you."

I whimper, always so easily seduced by their dirty words, as Sax wraps one strong arm around my waist and lifts me, crossing over to the large bed we all share and tossing me down on it like I'm a rag doll. I bounce on the mattress but with my arms restrained, there's nothing I can do to right myself.

Desire pools between my thighs at my helplessness. I'm at their mercy, and it sends a jolt of exhilaration through me.

In a sudden and fluid motion, all three descend upon me, eager to taste me, desperate to touch me in a blur of lips, teeth, and claws. It's agonisingly delicious, their affection intermingling with the sting of pain. I thrash and squirm beneath them, my cries lost in the storm of their passion.

My body arches off the bed, driven mad by the sheer intensity of their combined attention. Their teeth sink into my flesh, heightening my arousal as I surrender to the pain.

With every touch, every caress, every bite, I drown in an overwhelming surge of emotion, a deep connection to these beings that have claimed me as their own.

Mal's fangs pierce the delicate skin of my neck. His voice is a dark and guttural growl that vibrates through my body. His hands are rough on my skin, his claws scraping a path down my spine as he leaves a map of where he's been.

I cry out, but Jas is there. Tasting my moans. Tracing delicate patterns on my skin, his touch both soothing and arousing. His hips grind against mine, rubbing the hardness of his erection against my thigh. He kisses me, his tender attention taking on an undertone of darkness and desire that makes my heart race.

Sax hovers above me, his eyes gleaming with hunger. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my arousal, and then kisses me, his mouth claiming mine with a fierce intensity. The metallic tang of our mingled blood on his lips makes me whimper, silently begging him for more.

Beneath them, I grapple to keep myself grounded in this storm of sensation. Their love for me is powerful, monstrous, but they've saved me from the darkness, and now their possession of me is a comforting embrace.

Jas slides a finger inside me, exploring the damp heat of my core. I gasp, as he curls his finger gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"She's so tight. But definitely wet enough for us." I clench, trying to stop him from withdrawing, and he chuckles. "Have patience. We have all night."

"And all day," Mal adds with a wink.

"And forever," Sax finishes.

Jas slowly slides another finger inside me, pumping in and out of my slick wetness, while Mal moves his attention to my breasts, sucking on my nipples, teasing the sensitive bud between his teeth, making me writhe with need. The bonds of my hair are too tight though, barely giving me room to wiggle, which just turns me on even more.

"Please," I beg, insatiable for them.

"You want my cock, love?" Sax teases with a grin.

I nod eagerly. "Please, Daddy."

"Well, as you asked so nicely, dove."

Jas's fingers are replaced by Sax notching himself at my entrance. He thrusts into me with wild abandon, and I cry out in bliss. So. Fucking. Full.

Mal licks a line up my breastbone, his fangs digging into my skin as he adds more marks to his collection. Pain merges into pleasure, melding with the ecstasy of Sax's thrusts, and Jas returns to my mouth to kiss and swallow my cries.

Their monstrous love, like a godsend. In their arms, I am safe, cherished, and completely free to explore the depths of my own sensuality.

"Come for us, little love," Sax demands, his fingers finding my clit and stroking it in unison with his brutal thrusts.

I'm on the brink already, the sensations building up quickly as my body bucks and writhes.

"Give in," Sax growls, his voice thick with desire. "Let go for Daddy."

Breaking free of Jas' kiss, I do just that, my body arching off the bed as an intense orgasm takes over. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me breathless and weak in their grasp. It's the most mind–blowing experience I've ever had, heightened by my inability to move, which leaves me quivering, my whole body boneless and heavy.

With one final thrust, Sax releases deep within me, his seed spilling into my willing body, but withdrawing before I can experience the magic of his knot.

I pout.

"Patience, little dove. We have something better in mind for you."

"Better than your knot?"

He chuckles at my disbelieving tone.

"That's not possible, Daddy."

"You might not remember, love, but we promised that you'd get to feel two of us in this exquisite little cunt. Now, as much as I'd love that to be me, I don't want to hurt you, so I've gone ahead and got you nice and sloppy, ready for Jas and Mal to take you at the same time."

He seals his words with a filthy kiss that has me panting and more than ready to go again. I have no idea if it's even possible to take both Jas and Mal at the same time, but I want to try. They've awakened a new part of me – a part that craves their domination and desires nothing more than to surrender to their every whim.

As Jas and Mal get themselves into position, my anticipation builds. Sax carefully unbinds my wrists and ankles so that I can move, but leaves the thicker band of hair that's wrapped around my waist. I'm glad. The pressure is grounding, and I have a feeling I'm going to need it.

At their instruction, I lie down on Jas' chest, spreading my legs wider, inviting them to claim me as their own. It feels good to stretch out and move after being fucked so throughly while bound.

Jas slides his cock in first, and I gasp at the sensation of fullness, my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness. He thrusts slowly, controlled, as he uses me for his own pleasure.

Savouring the feel of his cock buried within me, I moan, relishing the sensation of being so deeply penetrated.

Mal comes in from behind, pressing me into Jas and nudging his erection against me. My breathing hitches as he eases himself inside me, his cock sliding in next to Jas's, filling me completely. I've never known a fullness like it before.

My body shivers and screams with pleasure as they move in unison, their cocks gliding against one another, their thrusts eliciting a symphony of sounds from me that aren't even human. My mind spins, lost in a blissful haze. My vision blurs and I'm filled with an overwhelming sense of euphoria.

Sax moves to my side, his hand stroking my hair as he watches the scene before him.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes filled with the same hunger that I feel towards them. "So fucking perfect getting used like this, little love."

Jas' and Mal's pace increases, their thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, and I can't quite catch my breath, like there's not enough room for my lungs to fully expand, so I draw in snatched gasps while they consume me so completely.

It's like I'm a living, breathing sex toy, created solely for their use, and I can't get enough of it.

"I'm going to cum so deep inside you, you'll definitely get pregnant," Mal growls.

"I want to see you round and glowing with our baby," Jas adds.

As the intensity builds, I cry out, my voice a high-pitched wail that seems to go on for a long time. My body jerks and contorts as my orgasm rips through me, leaving me breathless and weak. I turn to jelly, collapsing entirely onto Jas' chest, and it doesn't faze them in the slightest.

If anything, my submission spurs them on.

Jas and Mal continue their relentless pace, keeping me on the edge of bliss, never allowing me to fully come down from the high. Their combined thrusts drive me wild, and I can't help but scream for more. They're not playing a game – they're drowning me in the depths of pleasure, and there's no going back.

Sax strokes his erection, his eyes never leaving mine as he watches brothers take me mercilessly. The idea of them inside me, their bodies merging in a single, perfect motion, is almost too much for my fragile mind to handle.

"Come for us, dove," Sax growls, his voice like a feral beast. "Let yourself go. We want to see it all."

My whole body shakes uncontrollably, every nerve ending screaming in delight as I'm taken to the brink of madness. With those words, I have no choice but to let go. My body trembles as another orgasm tears through me. Tears pour down my cheeks as I sob, overwhelmed in the best way.

It feels like hours pass as they continue to ravage me, their thrusts never faltering, never slowing. I become little more than a whimpering, blissful mess, my body unable to move from the sheer intensity of their fucking. My lungs gasp for air as the relentless onslaught of sensation pushes me to the edge yet again.

Just when I think I can't possibly take any more, when they've both filled me to the brim with their seed, Sax moves into position, his massive knot aching to find its way inside me.

With one last mewl, I surrender to the inevitable, as he works his knot inside my willing body. He stretches me impossibly wide, filling me completely, and as I whimper and sob, he rocks into me, rutting me into the mattress, chasing his final release.

"I can't wait to fill you up and watch you swell with my baby," he growls in my ear as he reaches his climax. "You're going to look so sexy carrying our child."

As I lie there, spent and vulnerable, Sax tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles down at me. "You are ours, little dove. And we are yours. Always remember that."

My body is a trembling mess as I try to wrap my mind around what just happened, but I know one thing for certain – I've never felt so alive, so loved, or so completely whole as I do in this moment, surrounded by these three powerful monsters who are mine.