Page 43 of Grotesque Love

I don’t know why I said that. It was like my mouth just moved on its own. Is she going to think I’m too soft? Too weak? That’s what Mal thinks when he looks at me. I know it.

If I could blush, I would. Instead I lower my eyes, afraid of her rejection.

Warmth spreads across my cheek, as she places her hand on my face and tilts my face to hers. She has these big blue eyes, the colour of a natural spring, shades of cerulean mixed with flecks of grey and slate. I drown in them every time she looks my way.

“Kiss me,” she begs, her lips ghosting over mine.

I give her what she wants. I’ll always give her what she wants. She’s ours. It’s clear that she belongs here with us.

She tastes like honey and home. I push our kiss deeper and deeper, determined to devour her flavour.

Keeping one hand wound in her hair, binding her to me, I raise the other and tug on the dainty pink ribbon that keeps hercovered. It comes undone easily, and the soft, almost sheer fabric parts, exposing the top of her breasts to us.

My fingers dance lightly over her skin, pushing the thin straps of her nightgown down her shoulders until the fabric sits at her waist.

I’m almost convinced she hasn’t noticed how she’s practically bare to us, except I feel her shudder against my mouth as she brings an arm up around the back of my head and kisses me like I’m her oxygen.

I’m in love. I have been since the first time I saw her. But now I’ve tasted her I know it’ll never be enough. I can’t go back to observing her from a distance. I need more. I need everything.

Mal grunts as Sax continues to work him over, bringing him too close to orgasm before backing off again. The noise distracts us, and we break out apart to watch.

Sax feasts on Mal’s tight hole, fucking him with his fingers and his tongue, lapping at him until Mal looks like he’s ready to cry.

Mal’s body tenses, like a coiled spring and just when we think he’s about to burst, pre-cum dripping from his monstrous cock, Sax gets to his feet.

“What. The. Fuck?” Mal growls. “I hate you, Saxon.”

Sax just chuckles, winking at Ari and me as he grabs Mal’s hair and shoves him further up the bed until his face is almost buried between Ari’s legs.

“Didn’t you promise to show our little dove what you can do with that mouth? Or was it all talk like usual, little gargoyle?” Sax climbs onto the bed, spreading Mal’s legs with his knees so he can slot behind him.

Mal glares over his shoulder as he pushes up on his hands. “Stop calling me that, fucker.”

His defiance earns him another arse slap, and while his words say he’s furious, his cock continues to dribble onto the bed sheets, his own body betraying him.

“Prove me wrong,gargoyle.” Sax takes his cock in his fistand moves it down Mal’s crease, making him shiver when it glides over his asshole. “Make Arianwen come using only your mouth and I’ll let you come. I’ll even knot this perfect arse of yours.”

I move both hands back to cup Ari’s breasts, her skin warm and welcoming as I squeeze.

“Knot?” Arianwen whispers.

“It’s magical,” I tell her, sighing wistfully. “Just you wait.”

My tail spreads her legs even further apart, before unwinding and flipping the hem of her nightgown up further.

Mal’s eyes fix on her exposed cunt and he snorts, “With pleasure.”

His claws dig into her creamy skin as he pulls her closer, earning him another slap from Sax. “Be gentle. She’s precious.”

“I am aware of who she is. She’s mine,” he snarls.

Having Sax at the reins seems to have given Ari a boost of confidence as she reaches out and grabs his chin with her fingers. “Be a good little gargoyle and make me come. Unless…you can’t?”

The corner of Mal’s mouth lifts into a ghost of a smile. He loves a challenge, and this is no different as he lowers his face and gives her one long lick.

Ari sighs, her head tilting back onto my shoulder as Mal continues to offer her playful, teasing licks. I flick one of her nipples, the pink buds more rosy in colour since I’ve been giving them my attention. I want to taste, but there will be time for that later.

I watch, transfixed as Sax spits, letting it dribble down onto Mal’s crease. With one hand on Mal’s hip, the other on his shoulder, his eyes lock with mine as he finally pushes his way inside Mal’s body. They both let out a satisfied sound when Sax bottoms out.

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