Page 158 of Married to the Devil

I frown as I take him in.

“Where are your tattoos?” I ask.

I didn’t notice last night what with my heart breaking and being put back together again, but his gray skin lacks the ink I enjoyed tracing so much.

“They must have been healed by the stone sleep. There’s a reason why gargoyles don’t usually have tattoos.” Stoneheart dips his face to nuzzle the skin between my breasts left exposed by the way my sleeping dress gapes. “You can design the next tattoo I get. I want your mark on me.”

Delight curls my lips. I’d like to give him some mark of mine to go with the bite mark he left on me and on Ben.

“You’re distracting me,” I say. Because as the minutes go by without sight of Ben, anxiety starts whispering doubts in my ear.

“Don’t you want to be distracted?” Stoneheart hooks a talon in my dress and shears the fabric in half. “You’re going to have to trust that he means to stay. You can’t let your fear?—”

“I know, but knowing something doesn’t mean it’s easier to do,” I say, breathless. Though when it comes to being with either of these men, it’s easier to get over the fear when they’re touching me. Stoneheart’s long tongue traces the curve of my breast before circling my nipple.

I hiss, my toes curling at the instant hot but stinging draw when he sucks. His mouth eases he frowns. “Too much?”

“They’re a little sensitive.”

He rumbles. “Apologies, firefly.”

When he returns to the task, his mouth and tongue are gentle and make it hard to catch my breath.

I make a sound when I can hardly stand it anymore, and he releases me with a satisfied smile, licking over to the other one.

“He came running as soon as he found out you needed him,” he says even as I grind my need-softened pussy against his bare chest.

I scoff. “We needed him the whole time.”

I may have denied that last night, but that was out of spite. I want him with us always.

“Not to mention that he’s the reason the spell broke. It seems we needed the blood of both your mates to break it,” I say, having woken up enough to process what happened last night as Ben said his blood vow.

“Does that mean you’ll welcome him into our clan?” he asks.

“A clan? Is that what we are?”

He pinches my ass, and I gasp at the rush of heat that accompanies the tease.

“Yes, my highly capable wife. We are a clan,” he says, half exasperated.

I nod, done with my teasing. I want that official title.

“That’s if he comes back though,” I say.

Stoneheart flips me over, and I let out a yelp in surprise.

“Apparently I’m not doing a good enough job of distracting you,” he says. “Those doubts have no place here.”

I move to rise, chastened, but Stoneheart presses the space between my shoulders down until my chest and stomach rub against the bedding.

The dress is nothing but rags that he casts away before laying his body against mine. I make a satisfied sound. Being engulfed like this settles me.

His cock grinds against my ass, and my legs widen without need for instruction.

“I love having you like this,” he murmurs, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning as, with an adjustment of the angle of his hips, his heated length slides against my wet pussy. “Watching my knot disappear inside your wet and ready cunt is transcendent, but there’s something about having you under me like this that feeds my darker tendencies.”

He lifts my hips higher and grinds the side of his knot against my opening, and I moan into the sheets.

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