Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

MORGAN

W e return downstairs together. I would have stayed with the bats a little longer, but Emmerich noticed I'd started shivering and scooped me up in his arms before I could protest. He carried me downstairs to the warm living room, and Klaus followed, his gaze fixed on me.

The things we said to each other at the top of the tower are still ringing in my ears, the truth of how I feel about them settling somewhere deep inside me. It might be fast, it might be mad, but that doesn't mean it's not right .

Emmerich sets me down and brushes a kiss on my lips, then finally releases me so I can remove my boots and wash my hands of the dust I'd collected in the attic.

Then he puts himself right in front of me and announces, "It's time for the presents now."

I gaze up at him, affection warming my belly. "You didn't have to get me anything."

But he just guides me gently to the Christmas tree. "I got presents for all of us. I visited the apothecary."

Klaus lets out a huff of laughter. "Was Irma's shop open?" He turns to me and adds, "She's, ah, she can be a little scary sometimes."

A witch who gargoyles think is scary? She must be formidable.

"No, but I knocked on the back door, and she opened it for me," Emmerich explains, oblivious to Klaus' words. "She said she was happy for us when I told her we found a mate. Wants us to bring Morgan around to the shop so she can meet her in person."

"That's lovely of her." I do my best to keep the trepidation from my voice.

Emmerich takes the first present from under the tree. It's tiny in his big hands, and he holds it with care. "Here, this one is for you. It has two things in it."

"Don't tell me." I hold up a hand to stop him. "I want it to be a surprise."

I peel open the paper and find a box roughly the size of my palm. It's white and has no labels on it, so I shake it lightly, trying to figure out what he got me.

"Open it," he prompts me.

I lift the top of the box and stare down at the two pieces of jewelry in shock. They're beautiful, made of silver, and each of them holds a gemstone. One is a necklace with an amethyst pendant, and the other a bracelet with a smaller green stone.

"They're gorgeous," I breathe, looking up at Emmerich. "Thank you."

He plucks out the necklace and holds it up for me. "I only wanted to get this one. It is a fertility charm, you see." He shuffles his feet, seeming suddenly uncomfortable. "But when Irma heard we only found you so recently, she insisted I get this one as well."

He points at the bracelet, his nose scrunching up.

"A fertility charm?" My voice goes squeaky as I study the necklace, thinking of all the implications. "Emmerich…"

"Yes, yes," he says, his wings drooping. "I know. It is too soon to be thinking of our future brood. That's what Irma said as well. This green stone holds a contraceptive charm. She said to come by before the full moon every month to get it replenished, but it should keep you from getting pregnant, even with two strong gargoyle mates."

I don't know Irma yet, but I have a feeling we'll get along great. It's not that I don't appreciate Emmerich's necklace, but he's right. It is too soon to be thinking of babies.

"Thank you." I take the amethyst necklace from him, then hug him tightly. "I'm not saying no to children. But I want to get to know you two first. Is that okay?"I crane my head back to meet his gaze and add, "I will keep it safe until it's time to put it on. And then I'll gladly wear it every day."

He nods, his expression solemn. "All right. You will have to tell us when you're ready. We will not rush you."

Klaus steps closer and wraps his arms around me from behind, putting me in a gargoyle sandwich. "Emmerich is right, we won't. But know that we will both be very happy to make children with you." His hands travel down to my hips, and he gives me a firm squeeze. " Anytime you want."

My heart thumps harder at that, and I have to bite my lip to hold back the crazy ideas that want to roll off my tongue. Ideas that would start by me putting on the amethyst pendant instead of that pretty bracelet and end with a tower full of tiny gargoyle babies.

"Oh," Emmerich groans, then buries his nose in my hair, curling down to sniff at me. "Your scent is changing."

I squeeze my thighs. "Is it?"

Klaus shuffles closer, so I'm pressed between them, our bodies touching shoulder to knee.

Emmerich lets out a rumbling purr, but just when I think he might give in and carry me to our nest, he steps back, his chest heaving with deep breaths. "Wait. There are more presents."

"Okay." I put my palm over my eyes, trying to calm myself. "I can do this."

Klaus chuckles, his breath brushing my temple. "What's wrong, Morgan?"

I turn in his arms, then pinch his arm lightly, though I can barely make a dent in his thick skin. "You know what. We're all dancing around the issue of what happens next and I…" I pause, not sure how to continue. "I've never been with a supernatural guy before. Or two guys at the same time. This is all new to me."

Klaus lifts his hands and puts them on my cheeks, holding me so gently. "I know. And we've never been with a human, so this is new territory for all of us. We'll figure it out together."

"This will help," Emmerich says from next to us, offering a present for Klaus.

This one is roughly cylindrical in shape, but it's been wrapped in so many layers of paper, it takes Klaus a while to gently pry apart the wrappings.

"I didn't want it to break," Emmerich explains. "It's quite fragile."

I lift my eyebrows at this, but when Klaus undoes the last layer, and a glass bottle of a clear liquid slides into his palm, I can't say I expected this.

"Irma assured me it's safe for humans to use." Emmerich takes the bottle from Klaus, uncaps it, and pours a little dollop of the liquid into Klaus' hand. "It warms the skin and helps with friction, is what she said."

Oh, Irma, you amazing witchy godmother.

"It's lube, isn't it?" I ask. "I love it. We'll need plenty of it, I think."

Klaus rubs a finger through the liquid, his posture tense. Then he frowns at me. "We would not fuck you if you weren't ready for us, Morgan. If you weren't wet with pleasure and very willing."

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant." I take his hand and splay my fingers out against his to show him how much smaller my palm is than his. "I've seen Emmerich's cock, Klaus. I assume you're, ah, similarly blessed?"

"Of course," he grumbles. His eyebrows draw together, and he looks very fierce for a moment.

"Well, if you want to put your monster cock anywhere near my pussy, we'll need all the help we can get." I grin up at him. "I'm excited, but I'm also terrified. This will ease my mind. Does that make sense?"

"Hmm," is all he says, but he takes the bottle from Emmerich, caps it, and sets it in the nest.

All right, then . I'll take that as his agreement.

I face Emmerich again. "What's the last present? What did you buy for yourself?"

He walks to the Christmas tree and takes the last present. It's very thin and light, as if he'd only wrapped a gift card or an envelope.

He hands it to me, his expression hopeful.

Careful not to tear anything, I slip my finger under the tape and pry it open, then unfold the paper. Inside is a printed receipt, and I glance up at Emmerich to confirm that this is, indeed, what he wanted to present to me. At his encouraging nod, I scan the lines of the receipt. There's a logo on top with what could be a sporting goods store—judging by the silhouette of a cross-country skier—and lower on the page is…

"A tandem harness?" I frown and flip the page over, trying to find more information. "What's that?"

Emmerich's smile shines brighter. "I asked Irma how we could fly with you, and she said some humans take a parachute and jump from a hill or a plane, but together." He takes my hips and turns me around, positioning me so my back is flush with his front. "Like so. But they have a sort of harness system to tie themselves together so one of them doesn't plummet down and die."

"I didn't know this existed." Klaus plucks the sheet of paper from my hands. He scans it, then sends Emmerich an accusatory glare. "You only bought one?"

Emmerich sidesteps around me and wraps Klaus in a tight embrace. "There is only one Morgan. I thought we could share it. Irma said she might not like it at all, but I know she will." He turns back to me, so hopeful. "Won't you?"

I think of how safe I felt in Klaus' arms when he flew me from the forest to the top of the tower. It would be much better if I knew I was also held up by sturdy, human-approved nylon straps.

"Yeah," I agree. "I think I'd like to try."

"Excellent." Emmerich pounces at me, grabs me by the waist, and lifts me in his arms. "I will fly you anywhere you want, Liebchen ."

I put my legs around his waist and hold on tight—but the position gives me a naughty, possibly dangerous idea. "Do you think the harness would work if I was facing this way?"

Emmerich tilts his head to the side. "But then you wouldn't be able to enjoy the view as— Ohh ." His eyebrows climb higher. "Oh, yes, I'm sure we can make it work."

Klaus snorts, folding himself around us once again. "Promise me you won't try it alone. I want to be there in case Emmerich forgets to fly in the throes of his climax."

A giggle escapes me, and I bury my face in Emmerich's neck, inhaling his clean, wintery scent. "We'll have to practice lots. Before we attempt sex midair, I mean."

Emmerich pulls back and stares down at me. "Are you certain? We don't have to do this just because I bought a harness."

I shake my head, smiling. "It's not just because of that. Or because you brought us magic lube or the extremely cool contraception bracelet. I just want to. With you and with Klaus."

He doesn't waste any time—he simply turns and takes several quick strides to reach our nest. There, I expect him to lay me down and climb over me, but he doesn't seem capable of letting me go at the moment. He sits, then scoots back, still keeping me firmly anchored to his front. His erection pokes me from below, hidden by the leather of his pants, and I try not to squirm too much, even though it's almost in the right place for me to…

"Oh," I gasp when he hoists me closer, bringing my pussy right over his cock. My leggings are too thin to provide any real barrier, and the sensations are amazing. "This already feels good."

He palms my ass with big hands, squeezing my cheeks. "I've never been with a woman. Or a human. But your pussy was so wet when I licked you last night. Are you wet now?"

"Yeah." I dig my fingers in his thick hair and give him a firm tug. "But we have to do one thing first."

I glance over my shoulder to find Klaus standing at the foot of our nest, the silver bracelet in his hand. He smirks at me, and I know he can feel the desire thrumming through my veins just as clearly as I can sense his.This bond thing is amazing. I want to revel in it and soak myself in his emotions, but right now, we're both too excited.

"Forgot something?"

He kneels beside us and offers me the charmed jewelry. It looks so dainty in his palm, and when he tries to put it on my hand, his big fingers are no match for the tiny clasp.

"Wait, I'll do it." I reach to take the bracelet from him.

He palms my cheek, his rumbling echoing around the room. "So eager. So perfect."

I flash him a quick grin, then show him how to hold one end of the bracelet so I can clip the clasp in place. The bracelet settles on my wrist, the silver cool and just snug enough.

"Huh." I peer at the green gemstone closely, expecting to find…something. But it's just a regular stone, no visible swirls of magic inside. "I don't feel any different."

"This is Irma's charm," Emmerich says. "It works."

I lift my eyebrows at him. "You're that sure of her?"

"She does our glamours," he tells me. "They hold fast for hours, and no human has ever recognized us. She has a sterling reputation, and she would rather eat glass than sell a shoddy charm."

"All right, then."

My grin is a little wobbly because—holy shit—this is it . This is the moment when I have penetrative sex with two gargoyles, and while I am definitely all in, I also saw their equipment , and I'm not sure I'll be able to walk tomorrow.

But Klaus seems to sense my anxiety, because he moves behind me and reaches for my waist. He slips his palms under my borrowed shirt and caresses me, the warmth of his hands so soothing, my shoulders relax and I let out a deep exhale.

"We do this slowly," he murmurs, his lips skimming the skin on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "All right? We have all the time in the world, and we need to make sure Morgan doesn't get hurt."

I'm nodding along—but at his last words, I glance at Emmerich, who is staring up at me with a solemn expression.

"If you think it would be safer for you, I can get the chains from the basement," he says, completely serious.

I freeze, my hands on his chest, where I'd put them to explore his magnificent muscles. "What? Why do you have chains in the basement, Emmerich?"

Klaus' exhale warms my skin. "Are you imagining a torture chamber?"

I shoot him a glare over my shoulder. "Kind of? I mean—he said chains . In the basement ."

His handsome lips turn up in a smile. "Yes. But they're very modern chains, spelled to be strong enough to hold a gargoyle—or a werewolf, for that matter—in place."

I hiss as his knuckles skim the underside of my breasts, then move lower again, always soothing. "Okay, but why do you have them?"

"Because Emmerich likes to be tied down sometimes," he murmurs in my ear. "He enjoys it when I chain him to those hooks over there and fuck him hard while he can barely move."

I follow the line of his finger to the wall, where a pair of heavy-duty steel hooks have been drilled into the stones.

Then I glance down at Emmerich, whose expression I can't quite discern—until I realize he's embarrassed. Humans usually flush when they're feeling unsure, but gargoyles don't, so he just seems abashed, his gaze somewhere on my midriff, his wings and tail twitching lightly.

"Hey." I lean down and press a kiss to his cheek. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about. I enjoy a lot of things that other people might find strange."

And if he wants to be tied down sometimes, I can already tell we'll have loads of fun. My belly warms at the thought, my pussy clenching around emptiness.

God, I hope this will be as good as I think it can be…

Emmerich lifts his chin at that, his beautiful blue-gray eyes wide. "Like what?"

I grin, sensing his interest. "I like to have my nipples pinched hard. The pain really does something for me—but I don't like being spanked. I don't mind being held down, and I can take it pretty rough when it comes to actual sex. Apparently, I also like oral combined with tail action. What you did last night was amazing ."

Emmerich's cock twitches underneath me, and we both look down at the bulge in his leather pants. He groans softly, and his hands join Klaus' on my body. He grips my thighs and rocks me over his cock in small thrusts, his hips moving in time.

Klaus slides his hands higher and finally, finally, he cups my tits, his big hands perfectly sized to hold me. When he brings his thumbs and forefingers to my nipples and pinches them just like I said, my mouth falls open on a gasp.

"Fuck, you smell good." He drags his nose over my neck, inhaling deeply. "See, Emmerich, she is right. We will learn what we like and how we can fuck each other so we're all getting exactly what we want."

My eyelids flutter shut at the perfect pressure he's putting on my nipples, so I roll my head back to rest it against his shoulder. "What do you like?"

He hums, and for a moment, I think he might not answer—that maybe he prefers to remain mysterious.

But he puts his lips to my ear and murmurs, "I like watching you two together. Last night, you both did so well. But I will also enjoy holding you down, Engel . I'll enjoy fucking Emmerich while he fucks you , and feeling his ass clench around my cock as he comes in your tight pussy."

My entire body reacts to his words. I shudder uncontrollably, and when he increases the pressure on my nipples, I'm surprised to feel the first tremors of a climax building inside me. It's just that Emmerich is teasing me so perfectly, the ridge of his cock exactly where I need it, and Klaus' filthy promises are pushing me higher.

I whimper and dig my fingernails in Emmerich's skin. He groans, then surges up to kiss me. He's demanding, devouring my mouth with bites and licks. He sucks on my lower lip and gazes down at me with such heat, I know he must be just as turned on as I am.

Then he leans over my shoulder and kisses Klaus, their mouths meeting in a hard, uncompromising kiss. Emmerich's grip on my hips intensifies, and he thrusts up, meeting me in a perfect surge. Klaus groans into his mouth, his eyes closed—and it's so fucking hot, seeing him lose himself like that. I can't tell if he can sense how close I am, but he squeezes my tits harder, his claws digging into my soft skin.

My orgasm is swift and potent, rushing through me in a blinding wave of pleasure. I moan and shudder between them, rubbing myself all over Emmerich to chase those delicious sensations for just a moment longer.

The gargoyles both freeze, their hard bodies caging me in. For a moment, silence reigns in the room, the only sounds the crackle of the fire and our labored breaths.

Then Emmerich lets out a booming laugh that echoes around the tower room. He cups my face with both hands and kisses me, and I can feel his grin against my lips. I smile right back, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks.

"Oh, Morgan." He flops back onto the pillows and stretches his arms over his head, the picture of sinful power. "I didn't expect you to come so soon."

My cheeks must be flushed, and I'm sure my panties and leggings are soaked between my legs. "Yeah, well, I can't help it. You two were doing all the right things."

Klaus slowly releases my tits, though he caresses them first to soothe any pinch of pain. I want to protest—I don't want him to stop touching me—but he just moves to the buttons on the shirt. He undoes them one by one, even though he could rip the thing open, and it builds my anticipation of what's to come.

"Can human women come multiple times in a row?" Emmerich asks, still lounging there, his arms tucked behind his head. "I wanted to be inside you when you came. I've never had a pussy squeeze my cock."

I push back my messy hair and lean back to give Klaus room to work. "We can. It's not exactly common, but it's medically possible."

I've never been one for multiples—but whether that was my fault for not trying or my partners' for being satisfied with just one, I have no idea. But I want to try. With them. If anyone can make me go off like that twice, it's Emmerich and Klaus. I've never been this attracted to anyone before.

"I like a challenge," Klaus murmurs as he undoes the last button. He slips the too-big shirt off my shoulders and tosses it to the side, then kisses my naked shoulder. "If you want to stop at any time, just ask."

Goose bumps erupt all over my skin at his touch. "Deal. Now it's my turn."