Page 26 of Hearts of Stone

“No need for pretence, lass,” Carrick said, that cheeky smile fading. “We just need permission to do the exact thing you need. Now grab the big idiot’s hair and drag him down for a kiss, if this is really what you want and I’ll…”

His voice faded away as I plunged my hand into the silky strands of Graven’s hair, pulling him closer, his kiss so much gentler now. It was as if he knew just how tender he’d left them, brushing his lips against mine, a featherlight touch, but not for long. One brush led to another, and another, each one growing incrementally in pressure.

The kisses came faster, the gaps between simply tiny little moments to suck in a breath before we went back for more. More, that’s what I wanted, as my aching heart throbbed along with my mouth, more of this. More of all of this fairytale dream, even if it was one that would break my heart when I woke up. But Graven scooped me up and away from Carrick, holding me in hisarms as he kissed me, the other gargoyle surging up, not to be forgotten, peppering kisses up my spine, then he pushed aside my hair to reveal the sensitive skin of my neck and claimed that too. Both of them clamoured for my attention with one caress, then another, layering them on top of each other until my head began to spin and I was forced to pull away. Sucking in breaths, I said the thing that lurked inside my heart.

“More,” I begged. “More.”

And more was what I got.

Chapter 16

Jade

Do you know what it's like, to be touched by someone else, after such a long time? I hadn’t had sex since I broke up with Trevor. No, before that. Sex had dropped off the radar for both of us some months before. And those little signs of affection—touching the other person’s hair, grabbing their hand when we were out, dancing in and out of their space for kisses—they’d fallen away even earlier.

The last time anyone had touched me sexually, it was an awkward, passionless thing, Trevor swearing when he’d been forced to find the lube because I was dry as a bone. His dick was barely able to work its way inside me before my whole body seized. He’d hissed something in frustration, stabbing his lubed fingers inside for just long enough for me to start to feel something, before he pulled away and worked his half soft cock back up to hardness, then he’d been trying to push it inside me when his eyes had met mine. He’d been forced to look at me, and it was only then that I stopped being a hole to masturbate in and became something else altogether.

The girl he’d first had sex with. The person he’d discovered the breadth and depth of his own sexual desire, while helping me do the same. The same woman he’d stared at, wide-eyed, the first time we’d had sex, the wonder of what we were doing taking our breath away. Yet somehow I had become so much less in his eyes. A means to an end. Something bigger, softer, usually wetter than spitting in his own hand, but I was so much more than that and I was only just realising it.

I’d had my first orgasm, shuddering on top of Trevor in his childhood bed, both of us breathless and elated at what we’d done, but that moment and those feelings had been lost long ago. All I’d felt lately was confusion about how bad things had gotten. He’d rolled away from me that time, hadn’t tried to keep going, flushing with embarrassment, his throat working to say something, but failing to get the words out. I felt a pang for the me who’d had to deal with being treated the way Trevor had treated me, because she had no idea of the heights that the dream lovers in her future would take her to.

My gargoyles held me cradled between their hard bodies, like I was a precious thing to be protected. Massive hands gripped my wrists and then pulled them back to lace my fingers at the nape of one of their necks, leaving me open to their ministrations.

“Just like that, lass,” Carrick rasped. “Just like that.”

Claws trailed across my ribs, making me squirm, wanting to lower my arms, but one gargoyle’s hands kept me where I was, open and vulnerable, while the other gargoyle’s hands moved. Skimming across the sensitive skin, but getting higher and higher, until they encountered the soft part when my breasts met my ribcage. That fold of flesh was traced, then a single claw drew a line up the curve of my breast, the hand on the other side doing the same.

Being touched by a claw was so much different to a fingertip. There was no soft glide of flesh on flesh, nor that strange kind of electricity that comes touching another person. Instead there was something alien, almost cold about the process. But those blunt talons drew strange shapes across my skin, as if signing a contract of which pleasure was the price. Graven watched me intently, right as his claws contracted. Five points scraped across my nipple, forcing the hard bead to pull tighter in anticipation, my breath coming in faster and faster, because I wasn’t sure if it would hurt or not.

Not.

I looked down as did Graven, to watch those hard tips dig in just under the nipple.

“No pain, only pleasure,” he said, as if I needed reminding, and at his words, his prediction came true. It was a sharper, edgier pleasure than a mere tug or caress, and in response my mouth fell open. But was it to protest or moan? Moan, I decided, my thighs beginning to rub together of their own accord, because when those claws closed tight and tugged, the pleasure seemed to set up all across my body, filling me with this strange kind of warmth.

“No need for that,” Carrick said, sliding his hand between my legs. “Not while I’m here.” And with all the skill of a dream lover, those brutal fingers slid through my folds, just skating through the embarrassing slickness there before rubbing back and forth on either side of my clit.

Holy shit…

For it to be someone else’s hands touching me just the way I needed, teasing my clit to life, the pleasure expanded exponentially with every caress, for them to not need to be told or shown. To just know exactly how I wanted it. Sweet, sweet bliss with just a touch of bite, as their fangs scored my throat, then my breast, digging in right before soft, softlips trailed down, claiming my breast as his. And that guttural growl, sending vibrations of sensation through me, that was just fucking perfect, so I unlocked my hands from around Carrick’s neck and then tangled them in Graven’s hair.

“Mm…”

The gargoyle made a strange sound of satisfaction as I pulled him off, my nipple popping free, red and slick now. He stared at me with heavily lidded dark eyes, hazy with lust. But the beast pulled against my hold and I could feel the tension on his scalp, wondering if he felt a pin pricking sensation of pain as pleasure, as I did too.

Carrick was done teasing my clit, instead scraping over it ever so lightly with a single claw. The sensation had me writhing, but I was forced to stay so very still, lest those talons slice into me. My chest felt tight, my lungs burning, as I took tiny little breaths in, but right as I felt something wind tighter inside me, he pulled his claws away. His other hand tilted my head back so I could see him smiling down at me.

“Take a deep breath.” There was no question of doing anything other than obeying him. He nodded as my lungs filled and then emptied. “And another one.” But as I was sucking in another breath, it stuttered in my lungs as his fangs flashed and he clipped the claws on several of his fingers in several neat bites. Those fangs were revealed fully as Carrick grinned at me. “No pain, only pleasure for you, lass.” He wriggled his now blunt fingers before thrusting his hand back between my legs, my whole body stiffening as he coated the fingertips with my slick and then pushed them inside me.

“Fu-uck…” I hissed.

“That’s it…” Carrick crooned to me like I was a child or a restless animal, but that didn’t fit what we were doing. It was bestial in a way, elemental, but entirely adult. I was full, full, that tiny pinch letting me know I was struggling to take two of thosethick fingers, but right as I went to yelp out a protest, claws on the other hand pinched at my clit, forcing my body up off the bed. “Shh… shh…”

I heard the sound whooshing in my ears, but dimly, because something seemed to unlock in Graven. At the sounds of my pleasure, his grew. His claws dug into my breasts, almost to the point of pain, but not reaching it, instead forcing all the nerve endings to sit up and pay attention as he lavished his attention on me.

“He’s feasting on you.” Carrick’s voice was a sly thing, twisting around me like a silken rope and I just wanted it to tighten. “He’s so fucking hungry for you.”

The gargoyle in question heard us, drawing a small noise of complaint from me when he pulled back, sucking in breaths as he stared at the two of us through the fall of his hair.

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