Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

MORGAN

I reach for the waistband of Emmerich's pants, and he lets me undo them and lifts his ass to help me pull them off. When his cock springs free, I stare at it for a long moment, worry flaring inside me again. Is it possible it's even bigger than yesterday? What the hell have I been thinking?

But then Klaus touches me again, urging me to lean forward so he can remove my leggings and underwear, and soon, we're all naked in the nest together, skin sliding against skin as we shift against each other. Every kiss feels so damn good, my fears are slowly melting away—and I get it. It's the endorphins from my orgasm, combined with the fresh arousal. Whatever this mating stuff is doing to me must be affecting my gland system as well, preparing me to have sex with my gargoyles.

When Emmerich tumbles me over to my back, I stretch out underneath him. Klaus lies down beside me and props himself up on one elbow, looking so much like a Greek statue. Emmerich settles between my thighs and flares his wings wide, then closes them around us, a canopy of gray, though the edges of the membranes are so thin, firelight filters through, allowing me to see everything .

"You're stunning," I tell him.

I run my palms up his chest to his muscular shoulders.I press my thumbs onto his nipples, and he hisses in a breath, then lowers himself to suck my tits. My body arches off the bed, and I let my knees fall wider to accommodate him better.

"I can't wait," he rasps, lifting himself over me. He kisses me once, twice, then rears back and grasps his thick cock. "Tell me I can put my cock inside you, Morgan."

I laugh, breathless. "Yes to that. Please. I-I promise to tell you if it'll hurt too much."

His beautiful eyes flare with heat as he closes in and fits the head of his cock to my pussy. He runs it up and down, coating himself in my juices, and when the very tip hits my clit, I suck in a quick inhale.

"Oh, you like that?" He repeats the move, slipping down to my entrance, then up again, teasing. "Don't worry, I will take care of you."

"I know." I grasp his horn with one hand and pull him down for a kiss. "I trust you."

Those words seem to break some wall of resistance inside him. Emmerich lets out a low growl, then notches himself at my pussy and pushes slowly. My body clenches up on instinct—because I didn't realize how large he really is. I saw his dick and knew he'd have trouble fitting inside me, but feeling him there…

"Wow." I squirm, trying to let him in, but all that does is make his cockhead slip away, bumping my clit again. "Sorry, sorry, let's try again."

If we can't make this work…

Before my thoughts can take an anxious turn, Klaus leans in and kisses me, his tongue sliding languidly against mine. I close my eyes and let go, relaxing under his touch. He palms my cheek, then moves his hand to my throat and holds me there, squeezing gently.

My body lights up like a Christmas tree. The contrast between his strength and the reverent way he's holding me, combined with the knowledge that he could easily break me in half is doing something to my hindbrain, putting me in a state of mind I've never experienced before. I…let go. I said I trusted Emmerich, and I do, but now that I can feel Klaus' assurance pulsing through our mating bond, I know everything will be okay.

I relax completely, and between my legs, Emmerich lets out a long groan as his cockhead slips inside my pussy. The intrusion feels foreign for a moment, but when he pushes inside a little more, it morphs into the most wonderful sense of fullness. The strange ridges and bumps on his cock worried me before, but they feel amazing dragging over my G-spot, so I tip my ass higher to chase the sensations. He pulls out almost completely and slides back in.

"Oh, fuck." I moan and clutch his shoulders. "You feel so good, baby."

"Hold on," he rasps. "I'm almost halfway in. Just—stay still for a bit."

I freeze at that and stare down my body to find him feeding more of his large cock into my pussy. I tighten around him instinctively—because no way in hell is all of that going to fit inside me if I already feel so overwhelmed.

"Oh shit." I tremble, breaths speeding up. "Emmerich, I'm not sure?—"

Klaus takes my chin and turns my head so I'm forced to look at him.

"Don't watch," he says. "Just feel."

I open my mouth to protest, but Emmerich chooses that moment to rock into me, and my body accepts him even though my brain is telling me it's impossible. He slides an inch deeper, the textured length of him doing crazy things to my insides.

"Okay." I grasp Klaus' horn and keep him anchored right in front of me. "I'll try."

Emmerich chuckles, though the sound is strained. "Distract her, Klaus."

"Mm." Klaus leans in and kisses me slowly, as if we have all the time in the world. "I can do that. But you have to close your eyes for me."

I hesitate for a second, then obey him. In the absence of my sight, I feel lost, so I grip the sheets on either side of me, clenching my hands into fists. But then I focus on my other senses. Emmerich's hands are on my hips, anchoring me beautifully. His cock pulls out of me, and Klaus tells him to stay still. I hear the click of a plastic cap and realize they're putting some of that lube on Emmerich's cock.

"Good idea," I croak, my eyes still shut. "Told you we'd need it."

"Hush."

Klaus's voice is closer now, and it's all the warning I get before his hot mouth closes around my left nipple and he sucks on the peak, hard. I arch into his touch, needing more , and Emmerich chooses that moment to sink back inside me.

"You're so gorgeous, Morgan." His voice is deeper than before. "Fuck, just wait until you feel the oil's effect. It's making my cock tingle."

I frown and nearly forget Klaus' order—because how can a tingling cock be a good thing? Then he pushes himself deeper, and the full sensation of the lube hits me.

It's not exactly stimulating —or an aphrodisiac—but it lets him glide better and lessens the friction. At the same time, it doesn't feel cold at all, like I'd expect lube to be. Instead, it's warm and tingly, like little pinpricks of light inside my pussy.

I let out a breathless giggle and pop my eyes open. "What the fuck? That feels amazing."

Klaus bites down lightly on my nipple. I jerk up, my surprised cry echoing around the room, but the pinch of pain is so damn good, I soften for Emmerich, allowing him to slide more of his length inside me.

"What did I say about looking?" Klaus admonishes me. "Now be good and close your eyes, Morgan."

I glare at him for a second, then obey, simply because I know he'll stop sucking my nipples if I don't. He rewards me with another careful bite, then puts his fingers to my clit and presses down, hard.

My entire body trembles from the onslaught of sensation. I've never been this full—or this stimulated. Together, they're hitting all the good points of my body, and I don't know how long I'll be able to hold off my orgasm. But I wanted to feel Emmerich come with me, so I grit my teeth and force myself to take several deep breaths through my nose.

"Oh, you're trying to hold back?"

Klaus' deep laugh caresses my senses. He nuzzles the valley between my breasts, his horns brushing against my skin. The sensation is new and strange at first—they're cool and raspy, the grooves and ridges gently scraping my skin, but the wicked gargoyle turns his head just so, and on his next move, the surface of the horn rubs right over my nipple.

I nearly levitate off the bed, then collapse underneath him, panting. All those deep breaths didn't work at all—I'm back to hovering at the edge of my orgasm, even though I've never come twice in one night before.

"That's it." Emmerich groans, and on the next slide, his hips finally meet my ass, his cock sinking deep. "Yes, Morgan, yes!"

He feels incredible inside me. I can't help it—I open my eyes because I need to see this, I need the visual of Emmerich between my legs, of Klaus' evil grin as he plays my body exactly like I want him to.

"I'm going to come so deep inside you," Emmerich promises me. His words are coming faster, his accent deepening as he fights off his own climax. "Look at you. Fucking perfect." He lets out a string of German as if he's forgotten himself, then shakes his head sharply. "Klaus, I need to bite her."

With one last, quick lick, Klaus rears back, and for the first time since this began, I see how hard he is, his cock jutting up, leaking milky white precum onto the sheets beside me. He grasps the root of it and gives me a wink, and then all I can see is Emmerich, leaning down for a kiss.

I expected him to devour me, to fuck me hard and fast because this is our first time—and we can savor this later. But he slows right down and kisses me deeply, taking his time with me. Every roll of his hips sends sparks through me, a promise of a spectacular orgasm, his pubic bone nudging my clit with just enough pressure to spin me higher and higher.

"You are a dream," he murmurs against my ear. "You will come around my cock, and I will give you all of me , Morgan. I'm going to bite you, and then, when we're both spent and my seed is leaking out of you, Klaus will take you, too. He'll fuck all my cum back into your pussy, Liebchen ."

My inner muscles contract at this, and I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut. Why the fuck is that so hot? I'm wearing the damn bracelet, so I know it's just talk—but maybe I won't be wearing it for as long as I thought.

"Yes," I whisper in his ear, my fingers digging into his thick black hair. "Do it, Emmerich."

He moves from my mouth to my neck, choosing the side opposite Klaus' bite. His fangs scrape my skin, and he hesitates for just a moment, as if he doesn't want to cause me pain.

So I grasp the back of his head and hold him close to me, letting him know I'm ready—more than ready, I need him to do this. To forge that connection between us, make it harder than iron, more durable than steel.

He withdraws his hips an inch, then two, making a sliver of space between us, then slams back inside, and at the same moment, sinks his teeth into my neck.

The pain radiates from the bite, but the way his cock fits inside me triggers my climax, shooting pleasure all through my body. Then I register the second source of bliss—the mating bond flaring to life, pulsing from the site of Emmerich's bite outward, a glow growing in my chest.

I open my mouth on a soundless scream and clench around Emmerich, clutching on with all I have—my inner muscles clamp around his length as if I could hold him inside me indefinitely. I wrap my legs around his waist and hook my ankles behind his back. He ruts mindlessly into me, then freezes, shouting his release. He releases my neck and arches up, so magnificent my heart threatens to pound its way out of my rib cage. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and pull him down on top of me, not even caring that his weight could crush me.

He trembles above me, his hips twitching forward every few seconds, like he's shooting more hot cum into my pussy. I moan as his cock twitches inside me, but I don't let him go—I'm not sure I'll ever be able to.

I close my eyes, willingly this time, and focus on the second presence in my chest. It's Emmerich's essence, and I get to experience all the hope and love, all the awe he feels for me.

Tears well in my eyes and trickle down my temples and into my hair. I sniffle, then try to muffle the sound because I don't want to freak them out. But Emmerich lifts his head and grins at me—and I realize he feels my sensations mirrored inside him, too, so he knows I'm not crying because anything is wrong.

"I love you," he says, his expression softening. "So much."

I blink up at him, stunned. He said those words so casually, like they are meant to be said easily and often.

And maybe they are. Maybe this entire thing between the three of us can be easy, with no feelings held back, no reservations getting in the way.

"I love you, too," I blurt.

The confession feels so right on my tongue, I grin and say it again.

"I do." I laugh, more tears flowing. "I really do. And I love you, Klaus, even if you can't say it back yet."

Emmerich turns his head toward his first roost mate. "I love you, too. I always have and always will."

I have to stifle a sob at that because he's too sweet. Of course, he's still buried in my pussy, so maybe that's having an effect on him—but I just think Emmerich is like that, honest and pure and so damn loveable.

Klaus stares at us, his face a stony mask. I can't tell what he's thinking—whether he's shocked or scared or even angry, because he sure doesn't look happy. Then a pulse of pure joy erupts inside me, spreading through my veins, thrumming with the beat of my heart.