Epilogue

MORGAN

Six months later

I hold on to Klaus, my body soft and pliant after the fantastic orgasm he just gave me.

"I knew it," I grumble as he carries me up the stairs to the roof. "You had an ulterior motive when you did that thing with your tail."

He grins down at me, unrepentant. "Emmerich and I agreed it would make flying easier for you if you were more relaxed."

"Humans weren't made for flying." My heart rate is already picking up at the thought of being carried around in that harness. "I'm really sorry, but I still prefer to have both my feet firmly on the ground."

Klaus hums, then nudges open the door to the rooftop terrace. "You agreed to try again," he reminds me gently. "But if you hate it that much, we can always do something else instead."

I think about quitting for a moment. Then I notice Emmerich standing at the edge of the landing platform, the tandem harness already strapped to his chest. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet, excitement radiating from him, and I realize I couldn't possibly refuse him now.

"No, that's fine," I murmur to Klaus. "I'll live. And maybe I'll get used to it someday."

He kisses my forehead and sets me on my feet. "Good. Remember, you don't have to trust that human harness. Emmerich would never let you fall."

"I know." I return Klaus' kiss, standing on tiptoes, then pat his naked chest and walk over to Emmerich.

Our roost mate swoops me up in a hug and twirls me around, sending my summer dress fluttering. "Ah, did you see what a beautiful Friday evening it is?" He stops and turns me toward the west, where the last vestiges of the sunset have painted the sky a deep, gorgeous purple. "And look, the stars have come out. It's a perfect night for flying, Liebchen ."

I grin up at him. His enthusiasm is contagious, as always. He loves flying so much, I make an effort to let him take me up at least once a week. Sometimes, Klaus does it, too. He claims that I just need to get desensitized, and perhaps he's correct. I'm not dreading this flight as much as usual. The nice weather—a warm evening with no wind to speak of—is helping, of course. I know firsthand that flying in windy, rainy conditions is not pleasant for humans, even though gargoyles enjoy it immensely.

"Help us get strapped in?" I throw a glance over my shoulder at Klaus. "I can't reach the buckles at my back."

He steps in and guides me to put my arms through the correct loops. We'd modified the harness slightly to allow me to be turned toward Emmerich rather than away, because flying with my back to his chest was even more terrifying. I'd figured out early on that I didn't enjoy dangling over nothingness, even if the view was better. If I faced Emmerich's chest, I could bury my face in his neck whenever I got too scared, and I could hold on to his shoulders for added support.

He didn't even mind if I dug my fingernails in his leathery skin. There were definitely some perks to having an inhuman boyfriend.

Klaus kisses my bare shoulder. "You're all set." He leans in and brushes his lips over Emmerich's, too. "Do you want me out there with you?"

Emmerich tugs him in, so I'm suddenly caught in a gargoyle sandwich—my favorite place to be.

"You shouldn't miss an evening this fine," he tells Klaus. "We could fly east, over the forest. There's nothing out there for miles if we keep away from the roads."

Klaus' smile is a thing of beauty. "All right. Lead the way."

I grip the back of Emmerich's neck, tensing in anticipation of the launch.

He wraps one arm around me, squeezing me to his chest, then leaps off the roof. His massive wings snap open and catch the wind, carrying us up and away from the tower, over the dark forest. My belly swoops with each dip and turn, and I let out a squeak of terror as he banks sharply—but he's only circling around Klaus who has joined us now. His silhouette is barely visible to me, an inky blot in the indigo night sky.

Emmerich takes the lead and carries me away from Clearwater, far from the town lights. We're high enough that I barely dare to look down, but there in the distance, a car drives through the night, its red taillights disappearing into the darkness.

I relax marginally with each passing minute, and after a while, I glance up instead.

A canopy of stars lights our way, brilliant pinpricks of light scattered across the sky. The moon hasn't risen yet, and for once, I'm glad, even if it means I can't see Emmerich and Klaus as clearly. This far from any big city, light pollution fades away, and the darker it gets, the more stars are visible above us.

Emmerich murmurs the names of the constellations to me, then points out Jupiter, one of the brightest dots in the sky.

"It's beautiful," I tell him. "Thank you for bringing me up here."

He nuzzles my cheek then adjusts his wings slightly to dive right, in Klaus' direction. "You hear that? Morgan is happy to be here!"

Klaus whistles in encouragement, and I grin, knowing he can see my expression.

"Fine, fine," I call out, "I'll admit it, your plan worked! I am more relaxed tonight."

Emmerich puts his nose to my temple and inhales deeply. " Ja , and you smell so good, too. I want to fuck you the moment we return."

His words rekindle the need that Klaus sated only partially before. He'd licked my pussy, bringing me to a very fast, very satisfying orgasm, but he hasn't fucked me yet today—which I suspect was on purpose as well. He'd wanted me to remain on edge, at least a little distracted before the flight.

I close my eyes and mirror Emmerich's gesture, inhaling his clean scent. My need grows stronger, my body begging for more, as it always does in my mates' presence.

"Mm." Emmerich palms my ass with both hands, kneading my flesh through the fabric of my dress. "What are you thinking of, Morgan?"

Squirming in his grip, I pull myself higher up his body, straining the reach of the harness, and put my legs around his waist. "I think…"

"Yes?" he prompts, his palms now on my naked thighs. "Tell me what you need."

"I want you inside me," I admit. "Can we try?"

Emmerich's wings snap out as he hovers in place, waiting for Klaus to circle around. "Right now? You want me to fuck you right now?"

Klaus sweeps past us, a whiff of his scent sending my need spiraling even higher. I grasp Emmerich's long hair and wind it around my fist, then tug lightly. He lets out an indecent moan, and his cock hardens between us, straining against his leather pants.

"No, I want to fuck you," I murmur, licking his neck. The taste of his skin has me closing my eyes in pleasure. "And I need you to keep us in the air."

We haven't done this yet—and maybe it's madness. I sure as hell wouldn't have attempted it when we first started flying in the winter. The first time Emmerich took me out for a short moonlit flight, I'd clutched on to his jacket and kept my eyes shut the entire time, much to his chagrin.

But right now, with Klaus flying around us to offer help if needed, and with desire for both thrumming through my veins…

"Yes," Emmerich says. "I will keep us in the air. But I'm turning back toward the tower now so I can fuck you, too."

Klaus' deep laughter floats to us on a breeze. "This is madness, but if it works, it might just be my new favorite thing to do."

I grin at him, my belly tightening with need. Yeah, if we survive this without any bumps and bruises, I'll fly with him next time. But right now, I need to figure out how to do this…

Emmerich squeezes my thighs, then runs his palms under my skirt to my panties. With a quick tug of his sharp claws, he shreds the cotton and wads up my underwear in his fist, then lets out a shrill whistle to alert Klaus. The next moment, my panties flutter through the air, and Klaus snatches them up, brings them to his nose and inhales deeply.

"Fuck, Morgan, you're drenched ," he growls, his next pass bringing him closer to us. "I thought I licked you clean earlier, but you're giving Emmerich more, aren't you?"

Emmerich's fingers move between my legs. He's always so careful with his claws, but he runs a knuckle over my slick pussy lips and groans. "She's ready for me, Klaus."

I love it how they take control—but this little experiment was my idea.Reaching between our bodies, I undo the buttons at the fly of Emmerich's pants and shove the fabric apart, freeing his erection. He's hard already, the long, thick cock weeping at the tip. I grasp it tightly in my fist and run my palm down its ridged length, relishing the way Emmerich's wings twitch at my touch.

"Better gain some altitude," he murmurs, spiraling up on a current of air. "So we have more space to work with."

I guide the broad cockhead to my pussy, hoisting myself up a fraction higher to line myself up. "Steady, now."

The head slips inside me, and we both groan at the stretching sensation. If Klaus hadn't made me come earlier, this would have been an even tighter fit, but I'm still loose and soft from that orgasm.

With Emmerich's hands on my ass, I roll my hips and work myself onto Emmerich's length, taking a half inch at a time.

"God, how does this always feel so good?"

I moan as the tip of his cock nudges my G-spot, then push myself away from his chest for leverage. On the next exhale, I let myself sink farther onto him. The way we fit together has all my senses firing up. My nipples tighten under my bra, and I clench my inner muscles around Emmerich, drawing a guttural groan from him.

"The sounds you're making…"

Klaus' growl sounds close, so I look over my shoulder to find him flying in tandem with us, the tip of his right wing nearly brushing Emmerich's left. He's too far for me to reach out, but it feels like he's with us, his scorching gaze burning my skin.

It prompts me to do what I've been thinking of for months.

I lock my hands around Emmerich's neck and fumble with the bracelet that was his Christmas present to me. It's been such a help, allowing us to get to know each other before expanding our family.

I've made good friends with Irma, our supplier of witchy goods—such as the magic lube, which we buy so often, I'd be embarrassed about it if Irma didn't have such a down-to-earth attitude toward sex. We've been visiting her every month just before the full moon to replenish the contraceptive charm on the bracelet, but if it all goes well, we won't need to for a while.

The dainty clasp of the bracelet slips free, and I barely catch the chain before it tumbles into the darkness below. I grasp it in my fist, then search for where Klaus is flying next to us. Taking a cue from Emmerich's earlier stunt with my panties, I whistle. It sounds much less cool than Emmerich's shrill signal, but Klaus still turns his head toward me.

I toss him the bracelet, hoping I didn't misjudge his night vision and dexterity. I shouldn't have worried. He snatches it from the air easily and stares at it, hovering in midair.

"What was that?" Emmerich asks. "Morgan, what did you do?"

I grin, but before I can answer, Klaus lets out a rumbling purr.

"Her bracelet," he replies. "She took it off."

Emmerich is silent for a shocked beat, then lowers his forehead to mine. "You're certain?"

I nod, holding on tight to his shoulders. "I want this."

To punctuate my words, I raise my knees slightly, getting a better angle between our bodies. Emmerich's cock sinks all the way inside me, hitting all the right places. He lets out an inhuman sound, a growl so deep, I feel it all through my body, a vibration that has me squirming even as I roll my hips for more.

"This feels incredible," I gasp, rocking myself on his hardness. "Emmerich, I'm not going to last."

I glance up when he doesn't answer—and realize he's gritting his teeth, his expression determined. I didn't even notice, but he's focused on flying, his wings working hard to carry us back home.

"Hey." I move one palm to his cheek and caress his leathery skin. "Are you okay?"

He smiles down at me, but it's different than before, almost feral in its intensity. "Oh, yes, Liebchen . I only want a wall to push you up against so I can fuck my cum so deep inside you, it will make a baby tonight."

My inner muscles clench at his crude words, and I gasp, my climax hovering close. "It won't—it's not the right time of the month." I moan as he squeezes my ass and pulls me closer, impaling me on his cock. "I only just finished with my period."

The gargoyles have been remarkably blase about my periods so far. They've read all about it, so now Klaus draws me a bath every time I've got cramps, gets into the clawfoot tub with me, and strokes my clit until I come because apparently, orgasms are the best pain relief.

But Emmerich is already shaking his head. "I don't care. I'll be inside you every day until you're carrying our young."

Klaus is completely silent—he hasn't uttered a word since he caught the bracelet. I try to meet his gaze, but he's flying just behind us, and Emmerich's wings are obscuring my view of him.

I hope he's okay with this.

We've talked about having children, and I've studied gargoyles and the possible outcomes of a relationship such as ours. When I confided my worries in Irma and Arielle, they informed me that Clearwater has a school for supernatural kids, one that accommodates all the individual species' needs—including a salt-water pool for baby aquatic creatures such as kraken and merpeople. Turns out, gargoyles aren't even the most complex of the supernaturals out there.

A dark shape materializes in the forest beneath us, and I realize we've returned home—it's our tower, its windows shuttered so no light filters through, just in case any other curious explorers are wandering in the woods, searching for the source of the local scary stories.

Now that I've come to live full-time at the tower, we've actually asked Irma and her friends to put up a protective spell for us, one that discourages most humans from coming anywhere close to our home.

Right now, I'm grateful for it because I'm flying without underwear, impaled on my gargoyle mate's cock, minutes from what I know will be a spectacular orgasm.

"Hold on," Emmerich orders just before he dives for the landing platform. "I've got you."

He lands neatly, but the movement still bounces me on his cock, and I cry out, the pleasure almost too intense.

Then Klaus is there, plastering himself against my back. "I'll help," he growls, his hungry lips at my neck. "Fuck her, Emmerich. Give her all your cum so I can fuck it deep inside her when I replace you."

Emmerich kisses me fiercely, unrestrained now that we're on firm ground. The harness is both a help and a hindrance—it holds me in place, allowing Emmerich to touch me freely, but at the same time, I'm pinned to him, without much leverage to move now that they're both working together.

"You're a fucking dream ," Klaus rasps in my ear. "I want to take your ass, Morgan, but I won't. Not until you're with our child. Not a drop of my cum will go to waste."

I gasp as Emmerich's cockhead hits my G-spot over and over, sending sparks of pleasure through my nerve endings. "Oh, fuck! I'm so close."

"I feel your tight pussy clenching around my cock," Emmerich growls. "You're hungry for my cum, aren't you? You'll milk it all from me?"

"Yes!" I don't know why this filthy talk of breeding and cum is doing it for me, but it is , and I'm barreling toward my orgasm, a runaway train with no stop in sight. "I want this so much. Please, Emmerich, please!"

He snarls, then picks up the pace, his hips snapping against mine in a brutal rhythm. If I was pressed up against a wall, I'd be bruised all over, but it's Klaus who's standing behind me, anchoring us in place, and he holds me so carefully, his hands firm on my hips, his broad chest bracketing my shoulders.

"Do you need me to pinch your clit?" he rumbles, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Or will you come on Emmerich's dick without it, Engel ? Is his thick cock enough to send you over?"

I whimper, colorful spots dancing behind my eyelids as I scrunch my eyes shut. "It's enough—it's always eno- oh! "

My climax hits me hard, blanking out my senses. Fireworks explode in my belly, and I clench around Emmerich's cock, milking him just as he asked. He buries his thick length deep and comes with me, and I shudder in his arms, gasping for breath.

"Fuck!" He ruts inside me, hot jets of his cum heating my inner walls. "Morgan!"

The harness is a good accessory, I decide as my body grows limp from pleasure, my muscles relaxing completely. "Mm."

Emmerich's chest heaves like a bellows, and he's running his palms all over my back, my ass, my legs, as if he can't get enough of me. He nuzzles my cheek, then grins at Klaus over my shoulder. "That was a lot of cum."

I wince, already feeling it drip from my pussy, even though Emmerich is still hard inside me. "Yeah, you made a mess. But I love it."

"Careful, now," Klaus says. "Pull out slowly, and I'll slide right in."

I half twist in Emmerich's arms. "What? We're not going downstairs? I could at least wash…"

But Emmerich is already shaking his head. " Nein, Liebchen . You must stay with us all the time now. We will nest together, yes, but Klaus needs you."

"I have work on Monday," I remind them. "You'll have to let me go eventually."

Klaus rakes his teeth over my pulse point, sending shivers down my spine. "Mm, if you insist. That means we have more than forty-eight hours to be with you, though."

I grip Emmerich's shoulder more tightly, concern flaring through me. "By this, do you mean…?"

"We'll be inside you all this time, Morgan." Klaus moves his hands to my ass and shifts me a fraction, allowing Emmerich to slide almost all the way out. "If I'm not buried balls-deep in your pussy, Emmerich will be."

Emmerich kisses me on the lips, his tongue slicking over my bottom lip. "Don't worry, we will take good care of you. We have Irma's lotion for you if you get sore."

"Guys…" I gasp as Emmerich's thick cockhead teases my opening—not quite deep enough, yet still plugging the majority of the cum. "I'll need rest. And food. You know?—"

"We know how to take care of our mate," Klaus rumbles, his voice fierce. "Do you trust us, Morgan?"

That's a question I can answer without hesitation. "Yes!"

"Then trust me with this." He glances at Emmerich, then adds, "Ready?"

At Emmerich's nod, Klaus lifts me from his mate's cock, then slides his own in place. With how wet and pliant I am, Klaus sinks deep in one long, delicious thrust. He molds his body to mine, protecting me. He moves his hands from my waist to Emmerich's and pulls us all closer together until I'm squished between them. I can't move—I can only take what Klaus decides to give me.

"I can't go slow," he growls into my neck, holding himself deep inside me. "I can't be gentle."

"Good." I reach down to cover his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. "I don't want that tonight."

With a snarl, he rocks his hips up, impaling me fully on his length. The ridged length of his erection drags over my sensitive G-spot as he pulls almost all the way out, then slams himself back in. He sets a punishing rhythm, and I love it—it feels as if he picked up right where Emmerich left me, right on the tail end of my climax, and he pushes me higher still.

Emmerich is the one anchoring us now, his hands moving over my skin, touching Klaus, teasing us both. He kisses me nice and slow, a delicious counterpoint to Klaus' increasingly brutal thrusts. I close my eyes and let myself ride the wave of pleasure building inside me, the spectacular orgasm looming ever closer.

"I love you," Klaus growls against my skin. "I love you both so much. I can't—" He rocks inside me again, his words broken, his voice almost desperate.

I reach back and grasp one of his horns, holding him as close to me as I can. "I love you, too. I'm so glad you found me."

Emmerich kisses me again, his hand on my cheek so tender. "You are my world." Then he looks at Klaus, his expression open and full of love. "And I'm so lucky I get to spend the rest of my life with you."

Klaus cries out, his back bowing from the force of his pleasure. He buries himself so deep, I know I'll feel him for days, then shoves his hand into the tight space between my body and Emmerich's. "Come for me, Morgan. Come for me, and I'll give you all my cum."

I'm so attuned to him, so close to the edge, I cry out the moment his fingertips brush my clit. And Klaus knows me so well—he presses down on my slick bud, then pinches it, drawing out the stunning sensations.

My orgasm crashes over me, a wave breaking, but I don't let it pull me under. I want to be present for it all, so I keep my eyes open, looking right at Emmerich. He holds my gaze and watches me fall apart as if I'm the most beautiful, riveting phenomenon he's ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Then Klaus' movements stutter, and he ruts inside me with quick, shallow thrusts that push him all the way inside me, his hips smacking against my ass. His grip on me tightens, and then he's coming, shaking violently and filling me with hot, thick cum.

I lift my gaze to the sky, a canopy of stars over us, witnessing our love. It's the most perfect moment, with my two mates worshipping me and me loving them fiercely in return.

When Klaus' tremors finally cease, we're both breathing hard. The harness was definitely a great idea because my legs wouldn't hold me at all right now. A shudder goes through me, and I moan softly at the feel of Klaus' hard cock still buried in my pussy.

"How is this going to work?" I rasp, then clear my throat to add, "You're too big to fit in the stairway together."

Emmerich chuckles. "I know. We won't attempt it today."

Before I suggest that Klaus could pull out of me and I could walk downstairs on my own two feet, Emmerich undoes the harness on the left side of my body, then moves on to the right. Despite the lack of light, he works deftly, and within a minute, I'm free of the straps that kept me tied to him.

But I don't fall—Klaus supports my weight now, one arm banded around my middle, the other supporting my ass. When he moves, so does his cock inside me, teasing me again.

"I'll prepare the nest," Emmerich announces. He hikes up his pants, still undone from earlier, and disappears down the steps.

A soft yellow glow lights our way as Klaus descends more slowly, taking one step at a time.

"You feel so fucking good around my cock," he murmurs, his nose in my hair. "I wanted to bite you, but we have all night."

I grasp his arm, the one wrapped around my waist, and hold on tight, trying to hold back my whimpers. If he thinks I'm getting close to another orgasm, he'll never let me go.

"Klaus, are you really going to stay inside me for the entire weekend?"

"Yes." He stops, drawing in a deep inhale. "Unless you don't want us to. We will let you use the bathroom, but otherwise, you'll be plugged up tight."

I squirm at his words, my body responding to them instinctively, even as I chide myself for folding so quickly. "All right. But you know human, ah, insemination doesn't work like that, right? I mean, most mammals will mate for a short time, and the sperm travels up all by itself to meet the ovum…"

He starts walking again, and we enter our living room where Emmerich has lit several candles—mostly a concession to my poorer eyesight—and created a true nest of blankets on our bed.

We'd upgraded from the simple mattresses on the floor to a massive custom-made bed that a yeti friend of theirs built for us. It has enough support for both Klaus' and Emmerich's weight, room for all the pillows and blankets we could ever want, and built-in enchanted metal hoops for nights when Emmerich desires to be put in chains.

Klaus hums in approval at the sight of the cozy bed, then clamps his teeth over the softest spot of my neck, not hard enough to break my skin, just resting his sharp fangs there. He licks me a moment later and says, "We are not taking any chances. You want a baby, and we will do our best to give you one."

Emmerich lies in the center of the nest and motions to Klaus to hand me to him. It's a quick exchange, and within moments, I'm sitting on his hard cock again while Klaus takes the spot beside us.

"I read the book on bats you lent me," Emmerich tells me as I settle on top of him, his warm hands at my waist. "And I learned that some bats create a mating plug when breeding the females."

I goggle at him. "You what ?"

He nods, his expression serious. "Oh, yes. It's a very good idea, see. It prevents the seed from leaking out, ensuring better results with mating."

"And you thought—what? That you'd try to do the same?" I smack his hard chest lightly with the back of my hand. "Emmerich! I'm not a bat! And neither are you."

Klaus clears his throat. "No, but the principle applies nevertheless."

"You, too?" I raise my hands in disbelief. "You can't be serious."

Klaus takes my hand and presses a kiss to the inside of my palm. "We would never tease you about this. Having children is something you've always wanted, yes?"

I give him a reluctant nod—not because I'm denying the truth of his statement but because I don't want to fuel his insanity. I do want children. Several, if we can. But perhaps not with the use of mating plugs . Or using their cocks as a substitute, which I think is their master plan.

"Well, then." Klaus takes the hem of my dress and slowly draws it over my hips, then tugs it higher, exposing my bra, and finally tugs it over my head. "We will do whatever we can to give you what you want. Because we want that future, too. So much."

How can I resist them? Emmerich is looking up at me with such hope, I could never do anything to crush it. If that means having one of their cocks inside me at all times this weekend—and the next, and the next, considering my period schedule—I suppose I'll have to play along.

I move forward, gasping at the feel of Emmerich's thick cock rubbing over all the right places. What a hardship it will be…

"I can't believe you read that whole book," I grumble, settling more of my weight on Emmerich so my hips sink all the way down to his. "The part about the mating plugs is right toward the end."

He grips my waist and rocks me up and down his length as if he can't stop himself. "I did. I wanted to know what interests you so. And I have to admit, bats are wonderful."

My throat closes with emotion. He's the kindest, most thoughtful person I've ever met, and I love how he takes care of me. "I'm so glad you think so."

Klaus leans in to kiss me again, even as he fumbles for the clasp of my bra. "But we're better, yes?"

I smile against his lips. "Are you jealous of bats?"

He mock frowns at me. "No, unless you're still hoping one of them will turn into a vampire. Then we might have a problem."

"No, and I only want the two of you, no one else." I tug on his horn and bring his mouth down to mine. "I won't ever want anyone else."

He grins, his handsome face lighting up. "Good. Now let's see if we can make that baby."

The End.