Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

MORGAN

I gasp, my hand flying to my chest.

It takes me a very confused moment to figure out it's him —it's the bond between Klaus and me, showing me exactly what he's experiencing. Emmerich's smile grows, and he simply leans forward, grasps Klaus by the back of his neck, and hauls him in for a kiss. Klaus goes willingly, almost as if he's too stunned to do anything but follow Emmerich's lead, which testifies to the depth of his surprise.

I think for a moment that he might not believe us, that he's trying to figure out whether we're both telling the truth, but if I can feel his emotions this strongly inside me, he must feel ours, too. He must know that I would never lie to him about this, and I wouldn't have said those words if they weren't true.

Emmerich finally releases him, and with a hiss, pulls out of my body. The obscene sound his cock makes as it slides free has me reaching down between my legs to cover my pussy because I can already feel the trickle of Emmerich's cum slipping out of me.

"Shit." I sit up to find a towel or something, but all that does is push more of the cum out, so I flop back on the pillows, flushing. "Um, guys, can you help me out?"

Emmerich stretches himself out on the blankets beside me and tucks his arms behind his head. His spent cock lies against his taut lower belly, trailing cum and my slickness all over his skin, but he doesn't seem to mind. He gives me a slow smile and says, "I won't wash tonight, Liebchen . I smell like you, and I want to stay that way for hours."

"Ohhh." My face must be burning, judging by how hot it feels. "But I'm dripping ."

Klaus moves to lean over me. He takes my knees and spreads them. I resist a little, but he arches one eyebrow at me, and I loosen my muscles, allowing him to push my thighs apart.

Then he says, "Morgan…"

He's staring at my hand, which is still covering my pussy. I don't want to let go—don't want him to see the mess Emmerich and I created, but he taps my hand with one long finger and waits me out.

"If you could get me something to wipe myself…"

I only need a moment to compose myself, no more. Just a small pause to make sure I'm still sane enough to continue this, because I'm pretty sure Emmerich managed to rearrange the very molecules of my body.

Klaus reaches over the edge of the nest and brings up the shirt I wore earlier. He holds it just out of my reach, his expression severe. "I can give you this, and you'll be able to clean yourself. Or…" He makes a pause, running his gaze down my body and fixating on my hand again. "Or you can let me clean you up. Let me take care of you, Morgan."

I tremble under his focused stare. "Why?"

"Because I love you," he murmurs.

My tears well again. "You do?"

He offers me the shirt again, as if my question doesn't require an answer—and it doesn't. Because I can feel him, his emotions as clear as mine.

So instead of taking that shirt, I just shake my head…and remove my hand from between my legs.

Klaus drops the lump of fabric on the bed and focuses his gaze on my pussy. "So fucking drenched . You smell like Emmerich, Engel ." He lowers himself until his broad shoulders are between my thighs, his wings folded tight against his back to keep from slamming into my legs. "My mouth is watering from the need to taste you."

I hike my knees higher, exposing myself to him. "I bet we taste amazing together."

It's something I never imagined I'd say, but it feels so right—and I want to tease Klaus a tiny bit more.

"But Emmerich promised me you'd fuck all his cum back inside me." I pout a little for show, my gaze connecting with his. "I don't know if I want— oh !"

He licks a long strip from my pussy to my clit, and I can't find any more words to poke fun at him. His groan is almost anguished, and when he grips my thighs to bring himself closer to me, his claws dig into my skin. He seems lost in me, slurping and sliding around, eating up everything. My tired body is slow to respond at first, but he's relentless, winding the need in me higher and higher until I'm rocking my hips up, chasing more contact.

Then he suddenly surges up, his cock hard against my belly. He kisses me on the mouth, and I get to taste him—combined with Emmerich's cum and my juices, and it's the single most erotic thing I've ever experienced.

He sucks on my tongue, then moves over to press kisses to my jaw, right up to my temple, where he licks away my tears.

"Salty," he murmurs, then licks again. "I've never tasted human tears before, Morgan. I can't get enough."

I whimper because I was so close to my climax before, but he takes his time, kissing and licking me. I return every caress and tug on his horns to keep him where I want him, because I need him to know that this is just as special as what I did with Emmerich—I don't want to rush a moment of this.

Emmerich doesn't interfere for once, like he senses the sharpness of Klaus' need and wants him to have me all for himself. His essence pulses through me, contentment radiating from him in waves. Then I realize he's enjoying what Klaus is doing to me—because he feels every single thing, too.

It's wild, this connection between the three of us, and I can't wait to explore it more.

But when I reach down to wrap my palm around Klaus' cock, he growls, his hips bucking into my grip.

"Wicked human," he snarls. "Making me lose control."

I barely touched him—so I know he must be riding the edge. I want to come, yes, but more than that, I want to make him feel so good.

I grasp him tighter and run my hand from his root to the broad tip, then down again—and I suddenly find myself airborne.

Klaus lunges for me so fast, I don't register he's moving me until I'm face down on the pillows, my ass in the air.

He shifts behind me, both hands on my cheeks, and spreads me rudely. My face flushes at the thought of how I must look, so exposed and indecent.

But Klaus doesn't let me think too much about it. Something warm and supple glides into my pussy, and I gasp, realizing it's his tail. He spreads me out slowly while he reaches under my body to press his fingers to my clit.

"Are you ready to take me, Morgan?" he murmurs, his lips hot on my shoulder. "I need to be inside you and I'll take you hard and fast."

"I'm ready," I promise him. "Don't hold back."

His tail slips away from me, but before I can protest the loss of sensation, Klaus notches his cockhead at my pussy lips and pushes forward, the movement assured and steady. My mouth falls open on a gasp as I try to keep myself relaxed and soft for him. I know I can take him—he can't be that much larger than Emmerich—but it's like we're doing this again for the first time and my body has to relearn how to accept an intrusion this big.

"You look so perfect, so good."

Klaus' rumbling praise is something I never knew I needed, but now I crave it more with every minute—his reassurance that we'll get through this. Because I'm just not sure…

Then he brushes aside the mess of my hair and clamps his big hand around the back of my neck, squeezing lightly. "You're clenching around me too hard."

I close my eyes, a whimper escaping my lips. I love the pressure of his hand, but it's sending me closer to my orgasm, which means that yes, I'm clenching around him. "I can't help it."

He hums, his thumb caressing the side of my neck, right over my pulse point. It's dangerous, having his claws right there, but fuck , it feels good. I push myself back, wanting to impale myself deeper, but all that does is strain our connection, and I stop, whimpering.

"Emmerich, we need your help."

Klaus motions with his other hand, and Emmerich scoots over immediately. He's hard again, his cock bobbing, but he only has eyes for me.

"What should I do?" He palms my face gently, his expression so sincere. "Should I tease your pretty tits, Liebchen ? Or your clit? I can hold your hand if you need me to."

I shake my head—my issue isn't that I can't get off but that I'm thinking too hard, trying with all I have to get myself to relax, which is having the opposite effect. So I have to focus on something else, something that will take my mind off Klaus' monster cock trying to push deep into my pussy.

"Sit right here." I pat the pillows in front of me. "And spread your legs."

Emmerich sends Klaus a shocked look, his eyebrows raised.

But our third roost mate just chuckles, the sound darker than before. "You heard the lady."

Emmerich scrambles to obey and settles against the pillows, his thick thighs wide, his cock now inches from my face. I glance up at him to see if he's okay with this and find him smiling down at me.

He palms my cheek again and tips my chin up. "We'll take care of you, and you'll take care of us. That's how things are done in the roost, you see?"

I nod, understanding flashing through me. "We need this, don't we?" I glance over my shoulder to find Klaus watching me with barely leashed passion and add, "It had to be all three of us, together."

I was worried over how we'd do this threesome thing. If one of us would always feel excluded. But if we can all do this together…

He nods, his beautiful mouth curling up in a wry smile. "It was always going to end this way."

A sense of peace settles over me, and I relax underneath him even before I grasp the root of Emmerich's magnificent cock and lean forward to take it in my mouth. The moment my inner muscles soften, Klaus pushes forward, his cock sliding more easily inside me. He pauses for a moment to add more of the spelled lube, and it works perfectly, warming my slightly sore tissue, making it easier for him to thrust deeper.

"Fuck, you feel good." Klaus' words are turning unintelligible, his growls louder and louder. "I never dreamed—I always wished?—"

He seems to be at a loss for words, so I reach back with my other hand to touch his knee where he has it braced on the bed next to me. At the same time, I take Emmerich's cock deep, so deep the tip of him brushes the back of my throat, and I have to pull back for a bit. He lets out a low moan and tangles his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp and showing me just how fast he needs me to suck him.

When Klaus bottoms out, his hips flush with my ass, I moan around Emmerich's cock, my body trembling already. I was close before, and now, with every one of Klaus' strokes gliding so perfectly over my G-spot, I'm holding back with all I have.

But Klaus knows exactly what I'm doing. "Let go," he orders, his palm landing between my shoulder blades, a possessive touch I crave. "I need you to come, Morgan. I need to feel your pussy strangling my cock so I can give you all my cum."

I whimper and close my eyes. He pounds into me, and each thrust moves me forward, so I give up trying to keep a steady rhythm of sucking Emmerich's cock. Instead, I give myself over completely to them and let all their praise, all their groans of pleasure sink into me, permeate through my skin and soak my soul until I don't know where I end and they begin.

My orgasm starts as a small starburst in my belly, and I resist it for a moment longer, whimpering around Emmerich's cock. It thickens impossibly, the ridges gliding over my tongue, the precum dripping in a steady stream, and he wraps his hand in my hair and tugs lightly as if he's warning me, trying to tell me he's close to coming.

But I want all of him, so I sink deeper on my next suck, so low his cockhead bumps the back of my throat. Then I hold it there and attempt something I never have before—and swallow.

Emmerich's big body goes taut, and he grips me harder, his claws digging into my scalp. My eyelids flutter at the pinch of pain, my body hovering on the edge of the precipice.

Klaus chooses that moment to press down on my clit and buries his whole length inside me. My mind blanks, and then I'm coming—the pleasure is so strong, my vision tunnels, and all my muscles seize up, including my hand around Emmerich's shaft.

His shout of pleasure echoes around the room, and his cum shoots onto my tongue, straight into my throat. I swallow all I can, then gasp as Klaus fucks me harder, each thrust hitting my G-spot so well, pinpricks of light dance in my vision, my climax going on and on, prolonged by theirs.

The next rush of Emmerich's cum lands on my chin and chest, hot and fragrant. I'm trembling all over, almost too stimulated, when Klaus snarls, his body curling over mine. He covers me completely and stops thrusting, holding himself so deep inside me as he empties himself in my pussy.

I feel the jets of his cum like fresh thrusts inside me, and I regret—for the briefest of moments—the bracelet I'm wearing.

I brush the thought aside for now. It's too soon to be thinking about that, but I know deep in my heart that we'll be having that conversation soon. Perhaps sooner than Emmerich and Klaus think.

It takes me long minutes to catch my breath, and my gargoyles aren't faring any better. Klaus pulls out of me almost reluctantly and rolls to lie beside us while Emmerich draws me into his lap and stares down between my legs, where Klaus' cum is now trickling slowly from my pussy.

"God, I'm a mess." I push back my hair and reach for the shirt Klaus discarded earlier. "I think I need a quick wash."

Emmerich freezes, his arms tightening around me. "You-you want to wash?"

I glance up at him. "That's what humans usually do after sex, yeah."

His jaw works, the muscles in his cheek twitching. Then he blurts out, "Do you think you could wait just a little?"

I can't help it—something in my chest melts at his urgency. "Is this a scent thing? Do you like me smelling like you?"

He nods, looking more than a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." I turn to Klaus, finding him watching us intently. "I'll give it a couple of hours, okay? Then I'll have to wash, or I'll get all crusty and nasty."

Emmerich's grin is wide enough to show off his fangs. "Deal."

Klaus reaches out, takes my hand, and presses a kiss to the inside of my palm. "I am undone every time you accept something so easily, Engel . Every time you don't run away when we say something like this."

I wrap my fingers around his horn and give it a light tug. "Well, it's the least I can do, especially after you both went out of your way to make this Christmas the best I've ever had."

At that, both gargoyles jerk to attention, their sleepy, easy demeanor gone.

"What?" I ask. "What did I say?"

Klaus jumps to his feet and drags on his pants, his wings high with agitation.

Emmerich takes me by my waist and deposits me gently on the pillows. "We forgot to feed you," he growls. "It's been hours . Don't worry, Morgan, we'll take care of you now."

"But I don't—" I begin, then stop when I notice the determined glint of his eyes.

Whatever instinct is driving them, I guess I'll have to accept that, too.

"Rest, Morgan," Klaus commands. "And no peeking."

Feeling very loved, I flop back and throw my arm over my eyes to show them how seriously I'm following their orders. "I'll stay right here, don't worry."