Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

MORGAN

I wake up with a start, the scent of cooking meat in my nostrils. I could swear I was dreaming about something beautiful, but the images slip away before I can remember.

Then I blink and realize it wasn't a dream at all—I really am in an old stone tower, still naked in the nest that my gargoyle mates built for me.

One of them must have covered me to keep me from getting chilled because I'm cozy under a fluffy wool blanket. My heart leaps happily at the thought—they're so incredibly thoughtful and mindful of my human needs.

Speaking of which—I really have to go pee.

Wrapping myself in the blanket, I scoot to the edge of the nest and get to my feet, slightly wobbly from all my physical exertions and sleep. My movement must catch the gargoyles' eyes because they both turn toward me from where they're crouched by the fireplace, their wings hiding the flames from view.

"I'm just going to the bathroom," I explain, already walking toward the door.

But Klaus is by my side immediately and scoops me up into his arms. "Your feet will get chilled on the stairway," he rumbles by way of explanation. "If you need to go out there, let us know."

I narrow my eyes at him but don't protest—for now. Eventually, we'll have to find a way for me to go to the toilet unassisted. I'm thinking fur-lined boots or maybe some really thick wool slippers, the kind that go up to the ankle?

I think I'll enjoy making this place my home.

My heart skips a beat as I consider this. We haven't exactly talked about me moving in, but I can't imagine going back to my drab apartment for any length of time.Not when my gargoyles are here .

The thought occupies me while Klaus carries me downstairs and I do my business in the bathroom. I do clean myself up just slightly, using a warm, damp hand towel, and also rake my fingers through my messy curls, attempting to tame them.

Klaus raises one eyebrow at me as if he can sense the newfound unease squirming in my belly but doesn't push me—and I love him a little more for it. We have enough time to talk about this, surely, and I don't have to dump this issue on them right now.

But the moment I see Emmerich at the fireplace, looking so cozy and happy to see us, something in my belly squeezes painfully, and I can't hold back.

"Can I move in with you?" I blurt, my voice coming out all croaky and weird. "I mean, I thought…I thought that maybe you'd want me to stay."

"Yes, of course," Emmerich says, flicking his hand as if that's a done deal in his mind. "Now come here, the steaks are done."

I swallow, my throat tight with emotion. He-he just accepts this? Without even discussing it?

A glance up at Klaus tells me he's aware of my shock. He sets me gently on the floor, then takes my chin in his big hand and presses a slow kiss to my lips. "Would you like to move in with us, Morgan? We'll have to build a front door on the bottom floor to be able to give you the keys to our tower, so you might have to wait a while, but that's a formality." He slides his hand to the back of my neck, squeezing. "We want you here."

Emmerich glances up, then seems to realize that this is a bigger issue than he thought. He stands and comes to hug me from behind. "I'm sorry, Liebchen , I thought you understood how much we need you here. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fuck you every night. Hard to do without you living here."

I let out a laugh and lean back in his arms, my knees suddenly weak. "All right. Yes, I'll move in with you. Thank you."

"We can go get your things when the weather clears up," Klaus says. "Until then, I'm afraid you're trapped in the tower with us."

Heat surges through me at his suggestive words. "Oh, no." I clutch at my chest, which is still covered with nothing but a blanket. "However will I cope?"

He grins, then smacks my ass playfully. "All right, enough chatting. Emmerich is right, the steaks are done, and they're getting cold."

We take the seats in front of the fireplace, and Emmerich serves me a most curious Christmas dinner.

"We looked up human food on the internet," he explains as he uses the poker to dig a slightly charred potato from the embers, then picks it up and drops it on my plate. "There are more potatoes if you'd like, and we warmed up the green beans like the tin said."

I wince as he grabs the tin from the fire without so much as yelping in pain. "This is wonderful, but, ah, I'll need your help opening it. I'm not as flame retardant as you seem to be."

This results in lots of cursing and a search for a hunting knife, which Klaus swears he put back in the drawer after last using it, but is finally found in his coat pocket. When we're settled back at the fireplace, me with my potato and beans, them with still-empty plates, Emmerich takes a giant cast-iron pan from the embers. On it are several enormous steaks, some of which look almost entirely raw.

I eye the meat with trepidation—will they be insulted if I ask for my meat to be well done?

But Emmerich grins at me, his expression smug. "Do not worry, Morgan. I read that most humans like their meat cooked, so I put yours on first." He points to two massive slabs of meat that have some nice browning on them. "Klaus said I was ruining your meal, but I don't think I did that, did I?"

"Nope, you did well." I breathe a sigh of relief and offer him my plate. "But, uh, let's just start with one of those."

Klaus shakes his head in disbelief. "Maybe I will get you to see the error of your ways."

I squint at his steak, which is still dripping blood. "I don't think so. I won't ask you to eat my meat if you don't make me eat yours."

His gray eyes light up with humor. "All right, human, you have a deal."

It's the strangest Christmas meal I've ever experienced, but it's exactly how it's supposed to be. Cozy and filled with laughter, a little weird but delicious.

"Guys?" My voice catches on the word, so I set down my plate, clear my throat, and try again. "I-I'm really glad you found me in the woods."

Klaus reaches out and entwines his fingers with mine. "And I'm glad you went searching for us in the first place."

Emmerich nods, his left wing opening to hug me around my shoulders. "You knew exactly where to find us."

My heart thumps happily at their words. I press my lips together to hide a smile and say, "You do realize I was searching for bats, yes?"

Klaus' admonishing glare has me squirming in my seat, and I know I'll pay for my cheek—not that I mind at all. He sets his empty plate aside and stands, looming over me. Emmerich's grinning at us already, his hands on his knees as if he's just waiting to leap into action.

"You're way better than bats, though," I backtrack, craning my neck to stare at Klaus.

He moves so fast, I can barely track his movements, and a second later, I'm hanging upside down over his shoulder, my blanket slipping to the floor.

"Emmerich, save me!" I giggle and kick my feet, which has no effect whatsoever on Klaus.

He slaps my ass, the smack reverberating around the room, then tosses me in the middle of our nest, where I land in a pile of pillows.

Emmerich is there, already undoing his pants. "Oh, no, human, there's no saving you now."

I expect Klaus to pin me down and fuck me fast, but instead, he throws himself down right next to me and pulls me on top of him so my back is flush with his front. He spreads my legs wide, exposing me to Emmerich, and I gasp when I realize his intention.

"This is what you get for teasing us," he rumbles in my ear, then licks a stripe over my neck, right where his mating bite is. "You'll learn that we'll always reward you for it."

I melt at his words, and when Emmerich kneels between our legs and brings his mouth to my pussy, I'm ready for him. He licks my clit with surgical precision, listening to my every cue, and in minutes, I'm a panting, writhing mess. It must be the mating bond—and the fact that all my hot spots are still sensitive from our earlier round of sex.

When I'm dripping all over Klaus, they work together to lift me and settle me onto his cock. It slides deep without issue this time—I'm too turned on to worry about this anymore. Klaus pumps his hips up, and I realize I have no leverage to push back, apart from squeezing my inner muscles around him. He brings both hands to my tits and pinches my nipples just how I like it, hard enough to hurt.

My moan is indecent, and it fuels their lust as much as mine. Klaus thrusts faster, his ridged cock dragging over my G-spot with every push, and Emmerich fists his erection, stroking it in time with our movements. Neither of them speaks, as if they're too far gone for it. I have no words either—there's only the slip and slide and our panting breaths, the perfect soundtrack to this moment.

Then Emmerich leans over and puts his mouth back to my clit, his hot, rough tongue scraping over my enlarged bud with such perfect pleasure, I scream in surprise, my eyes flying open.

I wasn't even aware I'd closed them—but now I fight to keep them open because I'm afraid I'll lose myself in the sensations if I don't.

Klaus bites down on my earlobe, his teeth sharp against my skin, and murmurs, "I feel your pussy trying to suck all my cum from me. Come for us, and I'll give you everything I have."

I tremble, feeling unmoored—this is too intense, and I can't see either of them well. Emmerich is busy between my legs, and Klaus is right behind me. I don't want to move from this position because it's so damn good, but…

Klaus moves one hand from my breast to my neck, his long fingers closing around it. He puts his lips to my ear and rasps, "I'm right here, Morgan. We're right here with you, and you're safe. Come for us, now. Be good and give us— ah! "

He groans as my body tightens, and my entire being shrinks down to the perfect pleasure of having Klaus inside me and Emmerich licking my clit.

I clutch Klaus' arm as I come, clinging on to him. He feels so damn solid, so real , and I don't ever want to let go. Emmerich licks up every drop of my pleasure, then straightens and stares down at me, his fist flying over his cock. Klaus groans and snaps his hips up faster, and within moments, he's spilling himself inside me, his grip on me tightening, as if he, too, needs me to ground him. Emmerich throws his head back in pleasure and squeezes his cock hard. His cum splashes all over my belly and thighs, coating my pussy and the base of Klaus' cock as he groans and shudders between our legs.

When he finally pries his eyes open again, he gives us the most devastatingly handsome grin and leans forward to kiss me, then Klaus, not caring one bit that he's now also covered in his own cum.

" Now our Christmas really is perfect," he purrs, satisfaction radiating down our mating bond. "I will have to see if there are more human holidays we can celebrate with such excellent results."

I giggle at the idea of what other humans would think of such celebrations. "Well, there's Easter in April and…Fourth of July, I guess? And Thanksgiving, of course. If we want to stretch it a little, we can also count Memorial Day and Labor Day and…"

Klaus hugs me close to his chest, his thick arms like iron bands around my belly. "We can do this every day if we want."

Emmerich blinks, then nods vehemently. "Yes, why not. Every day with my mates is like a holiday."

My eyes well with tears at his sweet words.With them, I don't have to wonder what my future will bring because I know already that it will be filled with love. And probably lots of sex. And to me, that beats anything else I could think of.

"I agree. Let's do this every day."