Page 101 of Grotesque Love

ARIANWEN

Iallow myself to melt into him, boneless from my orgasm, and finally able to let go of all inhibitions and fears. With every caress, every whispered promise, I’m changing, transforming into someone new – someone powerful, someone unafraid.

But when he softly turns me to look over at Mal and Jas…when I see the two of them locked together, pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced rushes through me.

It’s as if their desire is a living, breathing entity that fills the room, making the air thick with tension. Emotions mix with Sax’s words and reverberate in my mind. Am I really responsible for their kiss?

Sax clears his throat and the pair break apart, looking our way with mischievous grins. I reach out my hand to them and neither hesitates to get to their feet and come join us on the bed.

“You were amazing, Ari,” Jas says, dropping a kiss on my forehead as he runs a hand down my spine. It’s strange, the slight warmth that’s replaced his usual coolness, but I don’t dislike it. It’s just going to take some getting used to.

“Show us,” Mal demands, nudging Sax’s legs apart, making him chuckle.

Which of course, jolts his knot inside me, drawing another moan from my lips. “What are you doing?”

“He wants to see my knot, little dove,” Sax explains.

“Wrong, old man,” Mal snorts. “I want to see her gorgeous little cunt stretched by your knot.”

His crass words make my cheeks heat, but my whole body burns when Sax carefully shifts, his hands pulling my arse cheeks apart, spreading me wide for Mal’s viewing.

“Fuck.” Mal’s reverential hiss sends lightning down my spine. “Jas, come see this.”

I squirm and bury my heated face into Sax’s chest, but of course, I’m going nowhere.

“She looks so perfect, impaled on Daddy Sax like that.” Jas sighs wistfully. “I knew she would.”

His fingertips delicately brush over where I’m stretched wide, the barely-there touch over the sensitive skin sending a million pleasure signals to my brain. I can’t believe how turned on I am by their admiration. My entire body is on fire, and the slickness between my legs is growing with every word of encouragement, seeping out from the seal of Sax’s knot.

I gasp as Jas leans in, and flicks out his tongue, lapping at the escaping cum. Sax only chuckles, pushing my legs wider as his hand moves between us, his fingers expertly finding my clit. As he teases me, I whimper and writhe on top of him.

His voice is low and thick as he says, “You see what you did to them, love? You made them want you. They’ve been so patient, letting me claim you all for myself, but now it’s time to share.”

My heart races. Not only did I drive Jas and Mal wild, but I also turned Sax on beyond belief. The thought of being with all three of them is dizzying, but I can’t deny the desire that’s coursing through every fibre of my being.

“Sax,” I breathe, reaching for him as he continues to torment me with his touch. “I want you all. Please, just take me.”

“Our pleasure, little dove.” Sax grins wickedly, pulling his hand away from my soaked entrance. “But we need to wait for my knot to go down first, and with the way you keep writhing around, it’s going to take some time. Why don’t we watch the boys for a while, hmm?”

With firm hands around me, Sax gets to his feet and carries me over to the sofa, carefully seating me on his lap so that I have a good view of Mal and Jas on the bed.

“You lost the bet, gargoyle.” Jas grins at Mal, his eyes filled with mischief. “Crispy dead lord smelled like pork, which means…you bottom.”

Mal’s expression softens, and I can see heat simmering in his eyes. He nods, still clutching Jas tightly.

“So be it,” Mal says, his voice edged with an odd sort of vulnerability and I realise that when Mal and Jas have had sex in front of me before, Mal is always the one in charge.

Jas hums his approval at Mal’s submission, leaning in for a kiss. He cups Mal’s face, making soft noises as he pulls the gargoyle closer to him.

After a few moments of wandering hands and wandering mouths, Jas guides Mal down onto his stomach before kneeling between his spread legs.

Jas leans over, and it takes me a moment to realise that he’s dipping his tongue inside Mal’s wing slits, drawing low groans from the mouthy gargoyle and using his hands to massage Mal’s muscular back at the same time. While Sax is all primal need, and Mal likes the pain and pleasure mixed, Jas is an intense slow burn and it’s clear Mal isn’t used to it as he huffs impatiently.

“Fuck me already, Jasper!” He growls into the pillow.

Jas chuckles, tongue laving the flap before sliding back inside the slit. “Don’t even think about trying to top from the bottom, little gargoyle.”

Mal grunts, murmuring something that I can’t hear, but whatever it is, it gets a smirk from Jas.

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