Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

MORGAN

E mmerich's growl is a living thing, a sound so deep it vibrates through my body, disrupting my peace and tickling my instincts. My breaths quicken at the realization that I'm the one responsible—it must be my body's reaction to him that's causing this in him.

One part of my mind is desperately curious about the process. I want to study the phenomenon, to learn how quickly my scent could drive him to this feral state. Another part of me is afraid, and I think it's the most logical—I'm being undressed by a mythological monster, and he's staring down at me as if he wants to devour me.

But the third slice of my mind is screaming "Yes!" so loudly, it drowns out all the rest. It's why I lower my hands to my belly and pull up my t-shirt just a little, showing Emmerich an inch of skin, exposing my belly button. It's why I widen my thighs, a daring, possibly deranged move when he's barely holding back.

Klaus puts a hand over mine, stopping me from lifting my t-shirt any higher. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice gravelly.

I glance from Emmerich to him. His dark eyebrows are drawn together, his fangs bared, and I realize he's not much better off—he merely has a better grip on his impulses than his roost mate. Klaus' chest heaves with every breath, his nostrils flaring wide as he inhales more of me, looming over my body.

It's a loaded question. Am I sure I want…whatever Emmerich wants to do with me? How can I be, when I don't even know what he intends to do? Am I absolutely certain I trust them enough to believe that they'll stop if I ask them to?

I shouldn't be.

But whatever force is working its magic on them, tying them so closely to me, it's got me in its grip as well.

"Yeah," I whisper. "I'm sure. But—no cocks tonight."

The corner of Klaus' mouth tips up, and his intense glare softens for just a moment. "All right. No cocks."

"I-I want to," I say quickly. "But we'll have to go slow, and I don't think Emmerich can go slow right now."

Emmerich's gaze snaps up to me, and he opens his mouth as if to protest, but I reach up and palm his cheek, and he leans into my touch like a giant cat, closing his eyes and rumbling some more.

"It's okay," I murmur. "I understand. And I want…whatever it is you need to do."

His chest expands on a deep breath, then he closes his eyes and drops his chin as if my permission was the release he was waiting for. His wings flare wide, then come over Klaus and me like a canopy, creating a cocoon of safety. He kneels at my feet and yanks my leggings off in one swift movement, then settles between my open thighs.

"Easy," Klaus warns when Emmerich grasps my knees and shoves them wider. "Take off her panties first."

Emmerich glowers at him, and by the way he hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband of my panties, I know he's thinking of ripping them.

"They're my only pair." I lift my hips to help him get them off. "I'll need them for tomorrow."

He draws them down slowly, his warm hands skimming my skin. "You won't need them tomorrow. We'll spend all day in the nest."

They're the first words he's uttered since he snapped into this wild mood, and I can't help but laugh.

"Good plan," I tell him. "But I don't—ah!"

My hips jerk up at the first contact of his fingers with my pussy. I'm not wet enough yet for him to push inside me, but he doesn't rush me—he puts two fingertips to the hood of my clit and spreads me, staring right down at me.

"You're all pink and slick." He tilts his head, his expression curious. "Klaus, did you know humans were like this?"

I let out a breathless laugh. "Uh, yeah. That's—that's what human pussies are like, for the most part." I shiver as he moves his fingers slightly, spreading my lips to peer at the opening of my pussy. "Well, the color varies, I guess, and some women shave, but I haven't…"

I'm babbling, nervous and uncertain of what he'll do next. Lifting myself up on my elbows, I study him. He holds himself perfectly still, his focus complete. I glance at Klaus, but he's staring, too, leaning in as if he doesn't want to miss a second of this show.

Gods, this would be so embarrassing if it wasn't them . But they said they've never been with a human, so I can't really be mad about any of this. Maybe they're simply unsure of what to do with me?

"Do you need me to tell you what to do?" I ask, breaking the silence. "How to make me feel good, I mean."

At that, Emmerich glances up again. "I want to lick you. You smell delicious. Will that feel good?"

My breath rushes out. "Yeah. If you'd like. That'll feel really good."

He settles between my spread thighs, and in a smooth move, dips his hands under my ass and lifts me to his mouth. I lose my balance and topple back onto the pillows with a surprised huff, but before I can do so much as push my hair away from my face, Emmerich puts his mouth to my pussy and drags his long tongue over me from my taint to my clit.

The rough surface of his tongue feels amazing . It's hot—hotter than my sensitive flesh—and unlike anything I've experienced so far. My lips part on a surprised exhale as he dips between my pussy lips and spears his tongue inside me, the pointed tip flicking just shy of my G-spot.

"Oh my…" I reach between my legs and grab a handful of his thick hair. "W-what…? Oh God, this feels so good."

Klaus' chuckle pulls me from my shocked stupor, and I look up to find him staring at my face, studying my reactions. He cups my cheek with one large hand and runs the pad of his thumb over my lower lip.

"Your face is so expressive," he murmurs. "Every emotion shown so clearly. I don't even need to smell you to know you're enjoying this."

I suck the tip of his thumb in my mouth and flick my tongue over it. It's a teasing, erotic move, one I never thought I'd make, but Klaus seems to love it. His gray eyes flash with heat, and he presses down on my tongue, then reaches deeper.

"Is this what you like, Morgan?" He moves closer, his grip on my chin tightening. "I can't wait to show you everything we can do together."

My eyelids flutter shut as Emmerich circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I can't hold back a moan. He interprets the sound correctly and focuses on the spot, alternating teasing flicks with long lashes of his rough tongue. The pleasure builds inside me, slow and insistent, just as I like.

Then something touches my leg, a warm, narrow band looping around my thigh. I open my eyes to find Emmerich's tail winding around my leg. Gods—it feels like he's trying to get closer to me in any way possible, so I give him what he wants, hooking my legs over his shoulders and digging my heels into his back.

Emmerich groans when my calves rub his wings, so I do it again, repeating the movement until he's thrusting wildly against the bed, his hips working, his breaths coming faster, hot on my wet flesh.

"You look so good together." Klaus runs his fingers through Emmerich's hair. "I never thought I'd enjoy watching so much."

I cry out at his words, because holy hell, how does he know exactly what I need to hear?

"Emmerich is so close to coming, Engel ," he purrs in my ear. "He loves it when you pull his hair. He loves having his wings rubbed even more."

The gargoyle between my legs whimpers, and I know Klaus is right. I brush his hand away and take over, tugging on Emmerich's hair lightly to keep him right where I need him.

"What do you need?" Klaus asks, his hand on my belly now. "Can you come just from Emmerich licking your pussy?"

"M-maybe," I stutter, clutching on to his arm with my other hand. "Kiss me?"

He swoops down to press his lips to mine, and I lose myself in his kiss, each lick and suck so perfectly in tune with Emmerich's. They coax my pleasure higher, and when Klaus nips my lower lip with his sharp teeth, I cry out, my body trembling on the edge of release.

"Stop me if I go too far," Klaus murmurs against my lips.

The next moment, his hand slips under my t-shirt. He reaches my bra and tugs it up in one swift move, then wraps his big hand around my breast, squeezing. His clawed fingers prick my skin, but not enough to hurt—and he stares down at me intently, gauging my reactions. When he pinches my nipple between two fingers, hard, I flop back on the bed, moaning.

"There we go," he says, his grin turning wicked. "I knew you'd like that. I'll learn every single thing that makes you sing so prettily for us. We'll stay in this nest until you're limp with pleasure and you can't take even a drop more of our cum."

My belly tightens at his words, and I whimper, my thighs shaking. "Oh, fuck, yes! That. I want that."

Klaus' chuckle is low and wicked, and he switches sides, palming my other breast, exploring me. Then he glances down at Emmerich and says, "Slip the tip of your tail into her pussy and suck on her clit."

It takes my hazy brain a moment to comprehend the words. It's when I feel a slick, warm pressure at my pussy lips that I realize it's not Emmerich's tongue but his tail, the length of it still wrapped around my leg.

"What?"

I try to lift myself on my elbows to see what he's doing, but Klaus flattens his palm on my chest, not shoving down, just holding me lightly in place.

"Trust us?" he murmurs.

All the tension goes out from me because I do—otherwise, I wouldn't be lying here, spread open and mostly naked, trembling on the verge of my climax.

"Good," he purrs when I stretch out beside him. "You're being so good for us, Morgan. Now let him in. He'll make you come so hard."

Emmerich's groan reverberates around the room. He's close, too, and the knowledge that he's enjoying this so much, he'll likely come without even touching his cock, is enough for me to relax completely. I grip his hair tighter to show him I like this, then spread my legs a little more, making room for him.

The tip of his tail circles the opening of my pussy, the sensation similar to that of a finger, only thicker, and when he spreads my lower lips and pushes inside, I can't hold back the gasp of pleasure.

"That feels amazing ," I choke out. "Emmerich!"

He lets out a huffing laugh and presses a quick kiss to my inner thigh. "And you taste like heaven, Liebchen ."

He fuses his lips to my clit, and I nearly levitate off the bed. I'm so sensitive already, the pleasure is almost too much, but I need more , I need them to show me everything, just like Klaus promised.

"Hook the tip up," I gasp. "There's a-a spot I like… Oh, fuck yes! "

Emmerich follows my instructions to the letter, and when the tip of his tail brushes my G-spot, my mind blanks out. Klaus gives me a feral grin, then pinches my nipple hard, and my orgasm rolls over me in a tidal wave of pleasure.

Klaus spits out a string of German words, then crushes his mouth to mine, drinking up my cries, his hands on me possessive and sure. Emmerich draws out my climax with slow licks of his tongue over my clit, sending aftershocks through my nerves, until I'm a trembling, sobbing mess.

Then he pulls his tail out and swoops down to clean my slick pussy, and that's what tips him over—his guttural groan is half muffled by my flesh, but his hips buck against the bed, and his big body shudders between my legs. I reach down and smooth my palm over his wing, and it flares wider as he twitches and moans.

"Incredible," Klaus whispers. "You two are so good together. Look at how hard you made him come, Morgan."

A glow of pride fills my chest, and I can't help but smile at Emmerich, who lifts his head, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

"That was amazing," I tell him.

He drops down for another lick, and I shiver, then tug on his horns to get him to join me. He glances down at himself, then swipes his cum away with the already sticky sheet and tosses it over the edge of the nest.

I guess that's one of the reasons why they piled so many blankets, pillows, and sheets on here—things are bound to get messy.

Emmerich crawls up and lowers himself beside me with a huff. "I enjoyed this a lot."

His words are so serious, so solemn, I can't help but giggle.

"Yeah," I murmur. "I did, too."

We both glance at Klaus, who's been watching us all this time, his big body taut with tension. My mouth dries up at the sight of his expression—he looks like he wants to devour us both. I want to ask if he wants to come, too, especially since the sheet covering his lap isn't doing much to disguise his big erection, but before I can suggest something, he leans over me and kisses Emmerich full on the mouth.

It's a deep, rough kiss, and Emmerich melts for him, shoving his hand in Klaus' long hair, moaning.

"You taste like her," Klaus rasps. "So fucking amazing."

After a moment, he draws back and lies next to me, his wings folded, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Klaus?" I ask tentatively. "Are you okay?"

He slants his gaze at me, his eyes dark in the light of the dying fire. "Yes."

Huh .

I purse my lips, not knowing how to get through to him. Then Emmerich wraps his arm around me from behind, pulling me into the warmth of his body.

"Go to sleep, Liebchen ," he murmurs.

"But—" I squirm, trying to sit up, even though he feels so cozy and warm. "Emmerich, let go. Klaus—tell him to release me."

Klaus turns on his side, facing us. "It's all right, Morgan. I am perfectly satisfied tonight."

I stop my struggles to get away from Emmerich. "You are? But you didn't even come."

"No," he agrees. "And that's all right."

I narrow my eyes at him, my curiosity burning bright. He seemed to be really into it earlier, kissing and touching me, and he is definitely still hard. But if he doesn't want this, if he's holding himself back, the last thing I want to do is make him uncomfortable.

"Okay." I give him a considering look. "I don't understand, but I trust you to know what you need."

It's the same consideration they've shown me, so I definitely won't push if he doesn't want me to.

"He bites," Emmerich murmurs sleepily. His arm has grown heavy at my waist, as if he's already slipping into dreamland.

I half turn to face him. "What?"

"Klaus," he explains, opening one eye. "He likes to bite. It's why he's holding back. If he lost control and you weren't prepared, it would hurt you."

My mind whirrs, processing the new information. Emmerich lets out a low hum and snuggles closer to me, his breath warm on my neck. I'm still wearing my t-shirt and bra, though it's all pushed up and uncomfortable, so I roll around as much as Emmerich will allow me and manage to remove my bra through the sleeve of my t-shirt, all to give myself time to think.

When I settle back on the pillow, I find Klaus watching me, his expression wary. Emmerich's breaths have deepened. The moment seems oddly intimate, Klaus and I still awake while Emmerich sleeps next to us.

"Is that true?" I whisper. "You didn't want to hurt me?"

Klaus reaches out and brushes back my hair. "Yes. It's…instinctual. A possessive claiming. Emmerich enjoys it, so I don't have to hold back with him, but if you were caught by surprise and tensed up instead of relaxing, the bite would hurt."

I catch his wrist and bring his palm to my cheek, relishing the warmth. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

He shrugs, though he doesn't pull away. "You were already overwhelmed. We are monsters, after all, and you've only learned of us tonight."

"Yeah, but I didn't have an issue with Emmerich fucking me with his tail, did I?" My cheeks flush with warmth at that, but I'm a scientist , goddammit. I won't be embarrassed by talking about sex. "I would rather know than have you protect me by keeping me ignorant."

A corner of his firm lips tips up. "All right. I'll keep that in mind."

I yawn, my tiredness returning now that my body is wrung out and sated. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"Our cum glows in the dark," he says.

I lift my head, my eyes widening. "Wait, really?" I glance to the edge of the nest where Emmerich deposited the messy sheet. "I didn't see anything…"

But Klaus' grin betrays him, telling me he's just messing with me. I slap his chest lightly, my hand bouncing off his hard muscles.

"You're evil," I grumble. "Making jokes at the naive human's expense."

He chuckles and leans close, brushing a quick kiss across my lips. "Forgive me, I couldn't resist."

Emmerich murmurs something in his sleep, and his wing flares wide, covering my lower body like a leathery blanket. My heart swells with something too vulnerable to name, so I swallow down the emotion and glance back up at Klaus. He's watching me closely, and I know he saw the flicker of what I felt because he kisses me again, more softly this time, lingering and licking. It's the best kiss I've ever experienced, and I return every caress, every touch.

Finally, he draws back, his chest heaving with a deep sigh. "Go to sleep, Morgan."

I love how raspy his voice gets when he's all worked up.

"Will you sleep with us?" I ask, hoping my words don't sound too needy.

The smile he gives me is wicked and tender at the same time.

"Nothing could keep me away from you."