Page 71 of Married to the Devil

Stoneheart gives me a look that says the topic isn’t settled but welcomes Stella into the fray.

“I’m feeling kind tonight and do so enjoy giving you gifts,” he says. Something passes between them as Stoneheart leisurely strokes my hardness through my pants. His grip is soft for all his forceful personality and the delicious pain he’s giving me.

Stella’s eyes narrow, and Stoneheart’s grin is sharp.

He continues, “You really haven’t yielded the benefits of being with two men yet. The library was a delight, but wouldn’t you rather be fucked properly?”

Stella’s lips part, but her surprise doesn’t stop her from gravitating toward us.

“Wouldn’t you rather be filled by your lover’s cock?” Stoneheart purrs, and I curse when he tightens his grip around me.

“That’s a generous gift.” She glances through her lashes at the two of us, and I’m mesmerized. “I’m sure it would serve your purpose for us to be caught in the act here. And even if you’re fond of displaying me naked to the territory, it’s riskier for Ben.”

Risky…it’s hard to remember or care about that right now, but there’s a hardness to her tone that brings me back to reality. Stoneheart shifts some as if also arriving at the present, but he doesn’t stop stroking my cock, doesn’t let the bitter note in Stella’s words derail his plans on gifting me to his mate.

“Servesourpurpose, and that’s not my plan here.” Stoneheart shrugs. “The scent we leave will do enough for that. I will not expose you further.”

Even with how casual his statement is, the air holds a flavor of regret that Stella seems to finally believe. My heart beats painfully against my ribcage at being between these two. Having them talk about me as if I’m merely a plaything is a hot lash of desire inside me.

“This is for your pleasure.” His lips twitch. “Ourpleasure.”

Stella’s reticence melts into curiosity, and she presses close enough that her tangy scent has my mouth watering already even if I’m confused. I’m missing something crucial here.

“How is this a punishment?” I ask, feeling faint.

Stella kisses me softly, not waiting for Stoneheart’s permission and distracting me from the gargoyle who has me in such a firm grasp.

The moment our lips touch reaches to the depths of my soul and grabs hold. It’s a chaste brushing of lips but deepens almostwithout intention. Stoneheart releases my hair, and I’m lost to her.

I’ve tasted the very core of this witch, but this intimacy is different, tentative and pining. The heart has no time limit. It doesn’t know the difference whether it yearns for months or years, but the revelation that her heart mirrors my own changes the cadence. It aligns us, reciprocating our needs and wishes back and forth, never ending.

The kiss with Stoneheart was about power and intrigue. This moment between Stella and me is binding, leveling. It’s a question with a resounding answer.

She would’ve deemed me worthy of her.

She’d have kept me.

The certainty is a stab to the chest. We would have ended up mated if not for the political need for her marriage. I dodge the grief of that by deepening the kiss, diving into the air of lust to embrace reality.

My hands skim up her thighs to grab her hips, pulling her forward to grind on where Stoneheart’s fist keeps me from moving. The action widens my senses again to include the maestro of the moment.

Stoneheart growls and moves us so that Stella’s ass presses against the piano cover. His body surrounds me, his hardness burning against my backside causes me to gasp into his wife’s lips.

He stops his methodical strokes to release me from my pants. The first feel of his callused hand against the sensitive skin there has me groaning. I forget about things like getting caught, punishments, and regrets. All that I can focus on now is Stella in front of me and the gargoyle behind me orchestrating this.

My hands travel over Stella’s body, pushing her dress up before boosting her to sit on the piano key cover. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and our kiss goes from gentle to hungry.

In my rush, I nearly miss Stoneheart’s words.

“Because you won’t be coming.”

I break the kiss and turn my head toward him, startled. The glint in his eyes has a greater pressure building in my spine.

Stoneheart’s grin is vicious.

“Still want to fuck my wife?”

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