Chapter Two

Delaney

I cannot believe the fucking gall of this gargoyle. He thinks he can just go frozen after leaving me a hint of something that sounded like a really good time? To start dishing out dirty talk and then just not finish his sentence?

I can’t explain the way it felt, but I could pinpoint the exact second he was no longer my Leo. Now he’s become the stone guardian again, and I can’t sense his energy at the moment. He drained himself coming inside to see me, and I think it’s going to take a while for him to regroup and recharge.

I don’t think that means that he has no awareness, just that he can’t interact with me.

I spin around slowly so I’m not being reckless, spreading my legs wide so that I’m straddling him. With the way he’s sitting cross legged it’s still pretty comfy to drape myself over his hips, putting me up close and personal with his stone gargoyle dick. At least he froze with it hard for me— that seem like a sweet gesture to anyone else?

“You are not a very nice man, Leo. I think you can kind of hear me right now. I should finish that fantasy for you and leave you irritated like I am because I’m imagining way too much right now. Did you really have to freeze at that exact moment?”

I let my palms trace over his biceps, looping my arms under his and laying my head on his chest. It’s far from comfortable, but it still feels good.

I’ve never put my ear against his chest before and I’m shocked to hear what sounds like the faint whir of cogs inside his chest. “I think I can hear your heart.” It’s sort of beautiful, and it feels weird to want so much more with him when we’re still basically strangers. I wear his mark though, and that makes me want everything with him. It’s the lack of time he’s awake that is the problem. And yes, I hear how it sounds that I feel that way for Leo but not…others that I’m marked by.

“You okay out here, Laney?”

If I close my eyes hard enough, I can almost smell the specific scent that is Leo when he’s active; it’s earthy like fresh rain and cool water, and warm like the sun. Wow, I’m just describing rock outside, aren’t I?

“I just wish I had more time with him. It feels like I’m going a little crazy wanting to—” I stop myself from saying ‘fuck his brains out’ because that still feels like a weird thing to discuss with Adam. “Hey, question. You know I have sex, right?”

“What a time to walk out here,” Cory states as they crawl out onto the balcony after Adam.

Adam smirks and wraps an arm around his partner. “I’m aware.”

“I’m not sure I can talk to you about sex.”

Adam takes a step closer and I’m remembering the way he kissed me and how incredible it was to feel his lips move against mine, the intoxicating way he quickly inhaled over and over like he was on the verge of hyperventilating simply from kissing me. “We can just do a demonstration if that’s easier; no talking required.”

I shake my head and rest my forehead against Leo’s chest as an errant laugh slips out of me. “What am I going to do with you?”

I cock my head to the side again and watch Adam's throat bob as he swallows, feeling an urge to run my hands through his hair. Then I see Cory standing there and all this stuff inside of me intensifies, so I crawl off Leo carefully, accepting Cory’s hand when they stretch it out to help me down to my balcony again.

I walk until Cory’s back is against the outside wall of my building, this tiny little sliver of siding before it turns to window.

“Whatcha doin’, Laney?” Adam asks, intrigued.

I throw what feels like an evil grin over my shoulder at him as I press closer to Cory. “Want a few minutes to play with this new toy you got me.”

“Ugh, you’re so warm,” Cory mumbles as they start nuzzling the side of my neck.

“And you’re insanely pretty,” I tell them, admiring the way they roll their lips in and suck in their cheeks. “Does that embarrass you for me to tell you that?”

“No, I…I just really like being called pretty. I know it’s not something people with dicks usually like to hear, but I really do.”

“And now I’m thinking about your dick,” I admit. “We should go inside. Leo got me a bit worked up before he froze, and I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable.”

Cory stops me with a hand wrapped around my wrist. “Why do you think I’m uncomfortable?”

I lean back against them, letting our torsos press into each other. “Because this is new. We’re just talking about the potential for more than friendship and here I am ready to pull down these jeans that do wonderful things for your ass and swallow you down, so I know what you sound like when you come.”

“Fuck, Delaney,” Adam complains, coughing.

Cory pulls my face back to theirs after I turn to smile at Adam again, keeping me trapped so they can pull me in for a kiss that feels like sex. “You’re not going to get on your knees for me, beautiful.”

Am I…pouting? Please tell me those aren’t actual tears threatening to fall out of my eyes. Aaand now my stupid fucking lip is twitching.

“Who made princess cry?” August demands as he pops his head out of the window.

“What?” A tone of alarm creeps over Cory’s face as I try to bury my face into their neck to hide how stupid I am.

“I don’t know why Cory would say such a thing, but I’m not crying,” I sob.

“Yeah, you are,” Adam says like a fucking traitor. “Cory told her she couldn’t get on her knees and suck them off.”

“Wow, that was a bad move,” August says as he pulls me inside. I can feel a rush of affection through the bond I have with August, making me feel slightly less crazy.

I’m deliciously manhandled through the window and onto my knees as August grabs me by the hair, tilting my head back at a sharp angle that allows me to see every inch of him as he nods at his brother to help him with his pants.

Jackson steps against August’s back and lets his hands linger a minute on August’s hips before brushing across his pelvis and reaching into his jeans. Jackson flicks open the button and releases the zipper before pulling August out, offering his brother’s cock to me. All that’s missing is a silver platter. Do they make those with a cock imprint for maximum presentation?

I stare at August until he gives me permission to taste him, salivating at how close to my face he is. I can feel the heat of him, smell the arousal dripping out of him, and the lust soaking out of him is enough to get me through at least a week. Not that he’d ever let me go that long.

“You want it, baby?”

I nod, eagerly.

“Open wide.”

I do as I’m bid, and I’m rewarded with a hard cock straight down my throat. He knows I won’t gag, so he doesn’t go easy.

Now that August doesn’t need Jackson’s help anymore, Jackson slides behind me and holds my head still so his twin can pump into my mouth.

I’m in fucking ecstasy. It’s been way too long since I’ve given head and it’s like having a hit of something I’ve been in withdrawals from. I’m nearly shaking I’m enjoying it so much, lost to everything that is these two mates I’ve tied myself to.

My chest rumbles in contentment, spasms roaring between my legs as my body demands more. But she’ll have to wait her damn turn, because I need to show August what this mouth do first.

“So good, mate. You fucking love going down on us, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” I agree, eyes fluttering in delight.

“We have to teach the new people in your life how you need to be taken care of. Cory, take note.” August is trembling, and I know he’s already trying to prevent himself from shooting a load down my throat.

I learned a new trick, though.

In my weeks of singledom, I spent time trying to tap into bodysmith powers that I’ve never bothered with. There is a lot to learn on the internet. Parts of my brain are still recovering from the trauma, actually.

I focus on the muscle lining the entrance of my throat that I wouldn’t have known I could flex if it weren’t for the very helpful videos on the bodysmith education site my mother gave me a lifetime membership to for graduation, triggering it so it locks around Adam’s cock, keeping his tip deep in my throat and my jaw deliciously wide.

The results are instantaneous.

His legs shake and he throws his head back, and I watch what looks like a somewhat minor seizure, August crying out in little tidbits that sound remarkably like a dying donkey.

“What are you doing to him, Delaney?”

I blink up at Jackson, somewhat innocently. That’s actually hard to pull off when you have a cock piercing down into your airways.

“DELANEY!” August roars, and I keep sucking until I feel my belly tingle from the treat.

When his cock shrinks from overuse, he’s able to slip free, and no one catches him when he finally collapses backwards. Except that there’s suddenly a beanbag there.

“Had a feeling that beanbag wanted to be moved when I walked in,” Cory explains sheepishly.

I roll my head on my neck and shake out my arms, loving how good I feel right now.

I could go for more, honestly.

“What the fuck was that?!” Adam exclaims, backing away and looking a tiny bit scared of me.

“You don’t tell a bodysmith they can’t go down on you,” Jackson says as he steps in front of me.

“Yes, I think I’ve learned from my mistake…you were actually crying, weren’t you?”

I have an odd itch to stick my tongue out at Cory but seeing as how it’s still slightly covered in August’s cum, that feels a bit too advanced for our relationship.

“I fucking love giving head,” I explain instead like a reasonable adult.

I eye Jackson up and down. “You need to meet somebody.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“YES!” August shouts from his bean bag chair. This is the exact line I used on August when I pegged him, so he knows what’s up.

“I think it’s time for us to go…”

I know Adam is trying to run, but it’s hilarious when Cory shoves him into the couch and says, “Don’t you fucking dare. You want to court this woman? I just told her no head and broke her. We are not leaving this dorm until she gives us explicit permission to.”

Hmm. Crawling is fun.

“And now she’s a lion. That’s a…big kitty…”

Cory is backing up from me, silly person. They think I’m ferocious. I just want to play.

I lean back on my haunches and get ready to pounce, pinning them down as they shriek. I lick a stripe across the entirety of Cory’s face before prancing into my bedroom, nosing the box I want out into the living room.

“You’re going to have to shift back if you want to play, Delaney.”

I look to August, wondering how serious he is. Wow. That cum is hitting me like a shot of something pure and illegal, liquid fire through my veins. I drop down and stare at the carpet, mesmerized by the filaments in it.

“Think she’d be pissed if we gave her catnip?” Jackson asks.

I shift back so he can’t embarrass me, but I’m no less dumb. “My limbs won’t work,” I slur.

I can feel a heavy wave of lust coming from the couch, but it’s not August or Jackson. I lean up on my elbows and tilt my head, watching Adam as he does weird things. “You good, bro?”

“No! You’re fucking naked, Delaney. NAKED! And I just had to watch you…fuck. I’m going to ask all of you to ignore the fact that I’m about to cream my pants.”

An evil thought hits me. “Cory, you said you weren’t leaving until you had my permission, yes?”

They squeak. “Y-yes.”

I start crawling again, feeling Jackson and August’s eyes on my ass. One of them chuckles and says, “You two are fucked.”

“W-what? Why?” Cory is fucking adorable when they’re flustered.

“She wants more.” I send a wink back at a still spent August.

“More? More what? What is she going to do to me?” Adam tries to scramble away but he’s very much unable to move through the back of the couch. Not one of his talents.

I get closer to Adam and all I know in this moment is all the years I’ve spent dreaming about being able to hold him and touch him and kiss him anytime I wanted. I’m imagining all the ridiculous shit we’ve done together and how many hours we’ve spent talking and…just everything. I’m reminded in this sporadic snapshot how important to me he is, how much weight he carries in my life, and it seems absolutely impossible that I’ve never had the chance to explore anything with him.

“What does courting mean to you two?” My voice is still very much a purr, my lioness riding me hard to claim all these hearts. And I don’t mean that in an edible way, for the record.

Cory places a tentative hand on my back in safe territory, and I preen under the way their soft hand feels against my skin. “We want to try and see if we can make you happy,” they say a little shakily. “I w-want Adam to explore things with you while I get t-to know you better, and I w-want to…be someone that gets to hold your hand and hold you and…maybe do other things eventually.”

I drop my head at Cory’s admission, knowing I can’t turn that down. It’s a golden fucking offer. I look to Adam, wanting to know what he wants out of this.

“I…” I can see the warring thoughts through his eyes, feel how badly he wants to look at my bare body, and I actually think that it might be beneficial for me in this moment to wrap a blanket around myself and hide my skin a little bit. Woe is me, I’m an adult after all.

I pull the throw blanket by his hip down and wrap it towel style around me, tucking it in so my arms are free. I kneel in front of Adam and rest my hands on either side of his hips, staring him down because I know he won’t be able to ignore me if I hold eye contact. It’s a technique that’s worked hundreds of times in the past.

“Just fucking get over here and kiss me already.”

There he is.

I’m not sure if I can fully accept his courting request yet because I’m not entirely sure I trust that he really means this, but I can absolutely kiss him and hold him like I’ve always wanted to.

Cory is still sitting on the couch next to Adam and I use that to my advantage. I sit between them and put my back to Cory’s front, pulling Adam into me so he’s forced to crawl on top of me when he kisses me. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy threesomes?

“You’re shaking,” I tell Adam between kisses.

“I’m kissing you, of course I’m shaking. This is…in some ways it feels really fucking wrong but in all the other ways it feels really fucking right.”

I hook my arm around his neck and shiver when Cory starts brushing his nose against the side of my neck, kissing it softly as their hand traces the line of my hip.

“I should inform you that I’m a bit dick drunk right now, and I don’t trust myself not to outright claim you both when you feel so like mine; so we probably shouldn’t let this go too far…but fuck you feel good between my legs.”

Even with the semi-itchy blanket blocking him from my skin, it’s the shape and width of Adam’s hips that are destroying me right now.

“I should inform you that I know that mark on your arm is mine and I’m going to keep proving myself until I’ve earned the right to call you my mate. I heard that Cory is your mate, too.”

I pull back, because no . Who the hell is gossiping? “Cory is my mate? Says who?”

My arm starts to burn, and I realize that Adam just tricked me into saying that phrase out loud so that we’d know for sure. I don’t think the goddess cares if it was stated in question form or not; the point is I said out loud that Cory is my mate and now… my arm is burning with the new mark making its way onto my skin for them. “Motherfucker! How the hell did that count?”

Adam is smiling and trying not to laugh, but there’s also something deeper there, something that tells me this is a big deal to him. “Were you worried I’d try and separate you two?”

Cory reaches around me and lifts my forearm, holding it up so they can see it better. “I wasn’t. I figured things would work out eventually, but seeing this, I don’t know what this feeling inside of me is.”

“And then there were six,” Jackson says as he comes to squat in front of the three of us. “Did you actually know that mark was yours, Adam, or were you just being chicken shit and trying to find out without actually asking?”

He grins. “Does it matter? I got the intended results.”

“You want this, Delaney?” Cory sounds sincere, checking in on me because Adam’s too busy being smug to do so.

My head is still spinning from cum, my emotions all over the place from all the rising and falling scenarios, and nobody has bent me over in the past few hours. There’s been teasing and non-reciprocation; I definitely want something . So I sit there floundering, trying to decide amidst all the cranial confusion how I feel. Unclear.

“Shove a dick in her mouth again, she’ll be alright.”

I whip my head toward August, ready to say something caustic, but he knows exactly how to handle me.

“Look at me, Laney.”

It’s actually impossible not to look at Adam with him this close to me, his heaving chest just inches above mine. “Since the time we were little kids, it’s been you and me on all these stupid made up adventures that entertained us for hours, us against all the other adults around that always had something to do, and you know I’ve always been between you and everybody that didn’t understand you.

“I thought that was my role and I was good with it. I thought that if I could be important to you and keep you happy and still have something that was just mine next to all that, then my life would be perfect.

“But what good is a perfect life when I could have something extraordinary? How can I live with settling for being your friend when all I’ve ever wanted to do is claim the fuck out of you and kiss every inch of you? I’ve lied to myself for so long that it’s hard for me to believe that this is really happening, but now that I’ve let that part of me come to the surface and I know how it feels to kiss you, and what if feels like when you look at me with need, there’s no moving past this. I need to drown in it, need to absorb every part of you I can and suffocate myself on how goddessdamned perfect you feel in my arms. I want to see you lying beside Cory and kissing them, want to hear you whine in desire as you touch each other and explore, and then I want to touch both of you and see how fucking high we can fly together.”

Cory pulls Adam down and kisses him over my shoulder, smushing the three of us together even tighter. I think we’re abusing the capacity of this couch. “This is cute and all…is anyone opposed to moving to my bed? I’ll even throw in a bonus t-shirt to cover up the nips.”

Adam growls. “Don’t you dare put anything on.”

“Ooh, I get to see a woman’s vagina up close? This will be fun!” Cory practically sprints off the couch, throwing their shirt off to the side as they go, kicking their shoes off haphazardly.

“I want you on that bed next to Cory, and I’m going to explore every damn inch of what’s mine.” I’ve never heard Adam growl before, and I’m thinking that’s a good thing because now that I have, I might be looking for any chance I can take to push him into doing it again.

“Wow. Boner central over there,” August says as he gets up and stretches. “You guys need some snacks?”

Jackson laughs. “It’s kind of weird to be the two that have her on lockdown and watch the new partners squirm. Who do you think is going to come first?”

They walk off to the bedroom with their arms all buddy-buddy on each other’s shoulders as they head to my bedroom, and I feel like this situation is getting out of hand, but fuck am I really damned turned on.