Page 41 of Grotesque Love

“Go on then, taste her,” Sax commands gruffly.

There’s mounting tension in the air as they move closer to me like a pack of apex predators slowly encircling their prey. Me.

I swallow, already feeling my control, my grip on reality, slipping. Sax’s eyes meet mine, and there’s something smouldering in his gaze despite his claims of the need for patience. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and enjoy the show.

Mal leans in towards me, placing one large hand on the bed next to my thigh, his lips almost brushing against mine before pulling away slightly. I lean my face upwards, chasing his mouth in an attempt to close the gap and he chuckles.

“Who said anything about tasting those lips, little dove?”

My cheeks burn and I squirm on the bed as an uncomfortableheat settles between my thighs. My body is fully on board with his plan.

“Mal—” the large grotesque warns with a low hiss, sending a shiver of need through me.

“Fine, fine! Don’t get your tail in a twist!” He sighs. “One perfectly polite kiss on the mouth coming up!”

In the dimming light, Mal’s lips finally gently press against mine. His kiss starts tender, slowly exploring, but soon turns possessive, like he’s claiming me as his own despite my words of belonging to no-one. This is no polite kiss.

The gargoyle lied.

It shouldn’t surprise me.

I should be annoyed with him, but instead I find myself returning his kiss with equal intensity, a fire building within me. Mal’s hands cup my face, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Suddenly, Sax growls, and I realise that I’m intrigued by the tension between the two of them. And for some reason, I feel compelled to follow Sax’s warning.

Breaking the kiss, Mal shifts back down towards the foot of the bed, only for Sax to yank him back against his broad chest. He’s still kneeling on the bed, as if he’s not willing to move away from me just yet.

The smaller grotesque shuffles closer to me as his tail weaves around my thigh gently. I don’t think he’s even aware of it. There’s hunger in his eyes, but there is also a sense of reverence.

“May I move closer?” he asks nervously, with his face lowered. His voice is low but sultry, and I swear that I’ve heard it before.

I nod, not trusting myself to use my words yet. I may end up saying something crazy, like ‘Fuck me. Please. Now. Thank you.’

Experience isn’t something I have a lot of and yet, something about the creatures in front of me seems to have my body and mind losing control. I want more. I want them in a way that makes no sense.

Clenching my thighs, ignoring the way my pussy throbs, I silence a soft moan.

But I forgot about the tail wrapped around my leg, and as the smaller grotesque shifts to sit behind me, he pauses and leans his head back with a heavy exhale.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Did…did that hurt?”

“I’m here to serve,” he whispers, as he nuzzles into my neck. “You could never hurt me.”

He positions himself at my back with his long legs either side of me, and one arm around my waist. Our new situation means his tail is higher up my leg, the tip moving dangerously close to my slit.

Together we sit on the bed, and watch as Sax says something to Mal that makes him swallow and nod eagerly.

“Are you jealous of Jas, little gargoyle?” Sax asks with a wicked grin at us.

Mal nods, mouth pulled into a tight line as he narrows his gaze at where Jas’ tail rests and where his fingers are currently tracing light patterns across the fabric of my nightgown.

With a chuckle, Sax begins exploring every inch of Mal’s body, hands roving possessively over his chest and waist like it’s familiar territory.

Mal doesn’t resist, instead leaning into the larger creature, giving him full access as he pinches his nipples.

My thighs clench again as Mal turns to look at Sax through half-lidded eyes, their bodies pressed against each other.

As Mal stretches up to kiss Sax, it’s nothing like the kiss I shared with him. This is a brutal fight for dominance, a clashing of tongues and teeth and raw power.

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