Page 12 of Grotesque Love

Snorting, Mal kicks at the leg of the armchair, “Don’t you dare tell me to simmer down. You’re not the boss of me!”

Not satisfied, he picks up one of my books from the lintel and tosses it at the wall, and I flinch at the loose sheaves of paper falling out. I’m used to his tantrums by now, but I haven’t actually finished reading that one yet.

Sax only arches a brow. “Stop being a brat.”

Mal is practically vibrating now, feral and itching for a fight. “I’m going to go down there and snatch her.”

Pushing to his feet, Sax towers over Mal, a good five or six inches taller than him. His huge wings are tucked neatly back, like mine are. It feels better to stretch them, but there’s not room for all three of us to do that in here.

“You will stay right here and behave.” Sax clasps a hand on the back of Mal’s neck and pulls him closer so that their foreheads and the tips of their horns are touching.

My horns are the shortest, perhaps because I’m the youngest, and even though Mal’s are technically the longest, creamy and reaching straight back over his head, Sax’s are the thickest, curling in a spiral like a ram’s, and more textured and darker in colour.

I wait, tension and anticipation humming, to see if Mal will take the out he’s been offered.

“I will not,” Mal grunts as he tries to pull away.

Sax lets Mal struggle for a moment before allowing some space between them. “What do you think will happen if you swoop down there and kidnap her? And when the sun rises and she’s all alone again, what then?”

With a shove, Mal furthers the gap between them. His rage and lust is palpable, so raw and fresh in the air I flick my tongueout to taste it.

“Fuck this. She’s mine!” he roars, but before he can get more than three steps towards the window, Sax grabs one of his horns and uses it to shove him onto the sofa and pin him in place. “Oof. What’re you doing?”

Sax’s hands move quickly, as he positions Mal over the arm of the sofa with his ass in the air.

“Teaching you a lesson, Malachite.” He grins, as he brings down a hand to swat Mal’s arsecheek, before caressing his skin. Our skin isn’t like a human’s, although when the sun sets, it feels similar. It’s soft and pliant, but we don’t bruise. We don’t blush. There’s no pink bloom from where Sax has slapped him.

“Fuck you, Saxon.”

His mouth earns him another spanking, this one hard enough to jolt him forward. I watch, unable to tear my eyes away as Sax grabs Mal’s arsecheeks and spreads them, exposing his tight hole.

Grabbing a bottle of oil from a small table beside them, he drizzles it down Mal’s crease before thrusting two fingers inside without warning, drawing a keening noise from Mal. It’s always like this between them, the façade of a power struggle that Mal doesn’t really want to win as he starts whimpering for more.

Leaning forward, Sax nips at Mal’s ear. “I’m going to fuck that disrespect out of you. And then we’re going to watch over her. Because she’sours.”

I almost purr when he says that.Ours. I like that.

Sax scissors his fingers, stretching out Mal as he keeps a firm hold of one of his long horns, pinning him in place.

“Please,” Mal begs. “Please, Sax.”

With a chuckle, Sax withdraws his digits slowly, before pushing back inside, fucking Mal leisurely with his thick fingers. From my vantage point I can see Mal’s cock leaking pre-cum over the faded brown leather. The tip of his swollen dick brushes against the arm of the sofa every time Sax thrusts his fingers inside. It’s not enough friction to get him off, but it’s enough to make his eyes roll back. And my mouth water, wanting a taste.

He goes to reach for his leaking cock, but Sax growls inwarning as he bites Mal’s neck. “Need a firm hand to help you quiet the storm, gargoyle?”

Mal isn’t a grotesque like us, he’s a gargoyle, something Sax has turned into a form of endearment. Except Mal doesn’t see it like that as he grunts in disapproval. His protests die out as Sax adds a third finger, filling Mal so that there’s no more room for the rage burning in his veins.

“Look at him being a good boy now, Jas.” Sax chuckles, as he curves his fingers, brushing over Mal’s prostate. Mal whines, his body trembling as Sax holds him down and overloads him with pleasure.

I ignore my own cock, knowing that if I’m good too, I’ll get a taste.

When Mal is almost crying for release, begging Sax to let him come, Sax finally withdraws his fingers. Adjusting so that he’s keeling on the sofa behind Mal, Sax grips his large cock and positions himself against Mal’s soft hole. It’s looser than it was earlier, and begging to be fucked.

I lick my lips. I like it when Sax takes Mal, it’s hard and fast, merciless. When Sax claims me, it’s gentler, slower. Mal’s never fucked me nor I him, he says that I’m too needy. Too soft. He doesn’t seem to mind my mouth on him though.

Sax enters him with one thrust, fingers digging into Mal’s hips as he holds him in place. His hips move in half-aborted thrusts as he pounds into Mal, the muscles in his thighs and arse rippling and flexing with every movement. Fuck, they look so hot together. All that power. All that muscle.

Sax wraps a hand around Mal’s throat and pulls him upright, flush against his chest and into a filthy kiss. The clash of teeth and tongues makes me whine, feeling a little neglected as they devour one another.

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