Page 102 of Grotesque Love

My eyes are glued to them and I can’t look away, even if I wantto. Sax shifts slightly, rearranging himself so that our bodies are more comfortable. His cock twitches inside me, a silent reminder of his own desire. His hands trail down my sides, ghosting over my ribs and down to my hips. I moan softly, the feeling of his touch sending shivers through me, but still my gaze is on them.

“Sax takes you. Owns you. Forces you to submit.” Jas kisses his way down Mal’s spine, occasionally sinking his fangs in, making Mal’s eyes roll back with a strangled noise. “You take me. You take Ari.”

“And your point?”

“I want you to give.” He grabs Mal’s hip, and eases his arse into the air. “Not just surrender.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Mal tenses, and beneath me, Sax stifles a snicker which jostles the knot.

Jas isn’t deterred though. He calmly continues moving his hands up Mal’s thighs, down his back and along his ribs, worshipping every inch of him.

“It means, we’re going to make love. Not just fuck.” He sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of Mal’s arse cheek. “It means, I’m going to eat your asshole until you come. And then I’m going to turn you over and fuck you, slowly.”

Pulling his cheeks apart, Jas groans at the sight of Mal and I love that I get to witness how much Jas wants this. His cock is hard and dripping pre-cum onto the sheets, but still he takes his time.

“Face to face, Malachite. With nowhere to hide.”

“Like fuck?—”

Mal tries to push up, but Jas is quicker, placing a hand between Mal’s shoulder blades and holding him in place.

“I won.” Jas chides. “Play fair, little gargoyle.”

“Fine,” Mal grumps, settling back down, but it hasn’t escaped my attention that he’s arched his back to give Jas better access.

Sax kisses my shoulder, hiding a small smile, and I think he knows as well as I do that Mal’s protests are all for show.

Jas is in no rush. He leans in, burying his face in Mal’screase. He spits on Mal’s hole before running a thick finger through the slickness, and pushing inside. He’s gentle, but not as cautious as he is with me. Sax hums in approval, moving his hips in a half-aborted thrust inside me, as Jas works another finger inside Mal.

I watch, enraptured. He must brush against Mal’s prostate because the gargoyle keens and writhes beneath him.

With a wicked grin, Jas buries his face against Mal, licking around Mal’s stretched rim as he continues to finger the larger monster.

When Mal is a mumbling, moaning mess, Jas removes his fingers, only to replace them with his tongue. Mal turns his face to the side on the pillow, gaze locking with mine as Jas spears his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle. His eyes flutter closed, as he begins to rock back eagerly, chasing his pleasure.

Jas laps and suckles Mal’s arsehole, making appreciative noises like a starving man. His hand comes between Mal’s legs and he makes a tight fist around Mal’s shaft, but he doesn’t start pumping. He just holds Mal’s throbbing, ridged shaft, letting pre-cum seep from the engorged tip.

It doesn’t take long before Mal’s hips begin to buck and roll of their own accord, and he’s fucking into Jas’ fist, chasing the friction. He lets out a whimpering noise, clearly seeking relief as Jas’ tail winds its way up Mal’s body to wrap around his neck.

Sax thrusts up again, eliciting a soft sigh from me, the knot making me feel impossibly stuffed.

As promised Jas’ makes Mal explode on the sheets, leaving him cussing and begging, before gently turning him over and cleaning up the mess with his tongue.

Spreading Mal’s thick muscular thighs wider, Jas crowds him, leaning down to claim his mouth in a deep kiss that I swear I can feel in my core.

He presses the head of his cock against Mal’s opening and slowly notches his way inside. Mal makes a drawn out whining noise, oversensitive and desperate as Jas buries himself to the hilt.

He rocks into Mal’s body with carefully controlled thrusts, driving Mal wild as he claws at Jas’ back and arms, seeking relief.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, love.”

Mal snorts, throwing his head back with a shaky grunt. “I will if you don’t make me come again.”

“That was always the plan.” Jas grabs Mal’s chin, and forces the gargoyle to look at him as he rolls his hips and moves in and out of his body. “This is what me loving you feels like, little monster.”

A flare of possessive heat moves through my body, burning this moment into my brain. My family. My monsters.

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