Page 96 of Married to the Devil

The silence of the room has me continuing. “I need it. Need both of you to use me.” The emptiness in my core attests to the truth. “Fill me up to the brim.”

Ben makes a sound and adjusts himself.

Stoneheart shifts his footing in front of me like he wants nothing more than to spring.

It’s in this submissive position that I feel the power I have over him, the reason he’s so careful not to give me any purchase past skin deep.

I don’t resist my compulsion to touch him. His thighs are thick with muscle and hot under my hands. I’ve felt him before this, but this is the first time I’ve let myself sink into the experience. When I knelt before him in the town car it had only been about reclaiming power. This is that, but also something more. I’m giving as much as he is, and that makes me notice the finer details.

His skin is thicker than a human’s, with a rougher texture that takes me by surprise. I glance up at him, but he doesn’t move to stop me as I glide my hands higher, under his kilt. The back of my hand brushes the tip of his hard cock before I pull away.

His lip lifts as if he’s going to give me a verbal correction for stopping, but I quickly unhook his kilt and let it drop. He may be attempting to hide his reactions, but the erection straining toward me can’t lie.

I keep my eyes on him as I give the head of his cock an open kiss before licking it. It’s velvety and hot, and Stoneheart’s fists clench near his thighs, ready to grab or demand more of me. I rub my tongue along him again, licking up the bead of precum that forms.

The tension amplifies, waiting for a reaction from my gargoyle. I cast my eyes to the side and watch Ben grind his palm down on his own erection, and I regret in this instant having only one mouth and being in a power struggle with Stoneheart.

I want these men on either side of me, touching and invading how they wish.

But first, I want this gargoyle to break.

When Stoneheart’s claws sink into my hair, and he forces me to take him deeper, it’s a relief. I make a greedy sound and suck him further down, falling into the guidance I crave and making me feel powerful even while on my knees.

“Fuck, Stella,” he growls, and I hum in delight at the unguarded sound of it.

He fucks my mouth in leisurely strokes. Each one allowing me to sink deeper into the role I want. I moan as I’m gifted more of his flavor, nearly on edge of my own release at the idea that he’s going to fill me with cum when all is said and done. When he presses against the back of my throat I gag, and my body tightens almost peaking from the power play alone.

That seems to lift the spell I have over him, and he clears his throat. “This is a treat, but it’s hardly the way to get you pregnant.”

My cheeks burn even as I want to pout at how composed he sounds now.

I slowly let his cock fall from my lips. “Whatever you say, sir.”

His fist in my hair tightens, and his eyes narrow. For some reason, he didn’t like that. Or perhaps it’s the way I’m rebelliously staring at him, daring him to give me his worst.

If I’m giving him my everything, I want reciprocation. Even if he’s never going to love me.

He pulls me to my feet. The action is so abrupt I nearly stumble, but he doesn’t let me fall. Instead, he kisses me. It’s a punishing kiss, instructing me not to push him.

I open my mouth for him and taste all his conflicting emotions that make for such a unique profile.

When I’m under his dominance, I’m whole. My hearts beats for him and Ben in corresponding thuds.

That’s the vulnerability that’s so hard to visit.

But we’re trying to make a baby. It’s fitting that it can’t be as cut and dry as the physicality of it.

The kiss breaks, and Stoneheart frowns like he’s confused that when we touch there’s no subsiding of craving. It just increases. I lean forward and keep my voice low.

“When it’s like this, you feel closer to me than the blood under my skin no matter how much of a distance you want to keep,” I say. “Thatis the cost of this.”

Stoneheart’s frown deepens, and a clearing throat distracts both of us.

“I should go,” Ben says, his cheeks flushed from watching us, but he’s drawn the wrong conclusion from our push and pull. This isn’t something that’s just between the two of us.

Stoneheart growls in frustration. The sound seizes something in my chest, and Ben freezes.

With his grip on my arms, Stoneheart throws me on the bed. I yelp as I bounce across the comforter. “Leave if you must, but my wife has been on the receiving end of both of our generosities without doing the proper work for it. I think it’s time that she experiences some delayed satisfaction. Don’t you, Barnes?”

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