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Her cries of pleasure and the pulsing of her body were like badges of honour for me that I’d wear proudly. But I didn’t stop until she finally fell limp and gasping against the bed. I sat back against my heels before surging up to lean over her, my hands either side of her head.

“Still want more, my love?” I asked.

She answered me by tugging my head down, pushing her tongue into my mouth, while my aching cock hovered, poised just outside the gates of heaven between her legs.

“More,” she whimpered. “More, Seneca. More.”

Chapter 47

Graven

I wondered if my brothers knew how desperately jealous I was of them both. Carrick, for his easy carnality, Seneca for that eagerness that allowed him to step forward without a thought. But as I stared, watching the three of them create something wild, something beautiful, I wondered why the hell I was holding myself back from joining them.

It was the wine talking. The grape was ever persuasive, something I knew well. I’d seen more masters than I could count do reckless things under its influence, only to regret their actions the next day. But it was only now that I understood the self-destructive urge that alcohol could inspire. I’d sworn to myself that I would stand firm, keep watch and do my job—to keep Jade safe—but that was overpowered by the way I felt: that if I didn’t touch her, I’d die. I knew the desperate feeling in my chest to be a lie, but it was not one I could deny.

“There you go…” Carrick said, from where he was lying next to Jade, his head propped up on his hand as he stroked her hair, her face, caressing her while Seneca filled her below. He continued speaking in a low voice as he spread a possessive handacross the soft swell of her stomach. “Seneca has exactly what you need.” His eyes sparkled with the particular mix of malice and amusement that characterised the male, as, without lifting his head, he looked lazily at me from under his brows. “And so does Graven.”

“Graven…?”

Jade’s eyes flicked open and she turned her head to find me, right as she gasped with pleasure. Every muscle in Seneca’s body was taut as he fought to take things slowly, easing his pearls inside her. I knew each time one popped in because her breath caught in her chest and her brow creased, then smoothed out.

“Graven.”

Her voice was a command this time as her hand reached out for me, and that was my undoing: I would never resist a request from her, no matter what it might be. Her eyes held mine the whole time as I knelt on the side of her wide bed, dropping down onto all fours to stalk my way across to her, past the wine-dampened bed coverings, not stopping until I was leaning right over her. Jade’s body still moved each time Seneca thrust into her but that didn’t worry me. Now that I was close enough, she was able to rest her hand on my chest. Her heated touch felt like it burned, but I relished the sensation to have my mate’s hand on me. She slowly stroked across the expanse of my pectoral muscles, getting lower to my abdominals, then lower still, until…

Argh. Fuck.

I’d touched myself last night, stroking my cock harder and harder as I listened to the sounds of our mate finding her pleasure with Seneca. Carrick had laughed at me as he had retired to the roof, but I couldn’t pull myself away. My hand hadn’t felt anything as good as this. Her fingers were tiny, unable to even wrap themselves around the thickness of my cock, making me long for the more enveloping tightness of her cunt, even as my hips flexed, pushing me into her palm. Jade hadsomething to say about it, a breath sucked in, her lips parting, but instead the sound came out as a long moan as Seneca stabbed deeper.

“Does he please you, my mate?” I asked, forcing my voice to evenness. She nodded sharply. “Are you taking all of him?”

Her brows frowned at that, the next gasp one that seemed to bridge the gap between pain and pleasure and I knew what to do to assist her to find her pleasure. I pulled regretfully away from her touch, lifting her up so that Seneca could wrap his arms around her, so that I could slot into the space behind her. She relaxed back, her body almost limp as my hands dared to stroke up her sides.

That enabled me to map the span of her ribs and count every bone, take the swell of her belly and cradle that bountiful part of her in my hands, then move up to cup those abundant breasts. Once there, I stayed focussed on worshipping that part of her, her moans confirming that my instincts were correct. Her thighs widened as I plucked each nipple until they no doubt ached from the attention, although her ripening scent told me that she only wanted more.

“Deeper, brother,” I urged.

“She’s already taken more of me than she did last night.”

His voice sounded strangled as his arms shook with the effort of holding back. He had my respect, because I knew that he wanted to plunge deep, force himself inside her, making sure every pearl popped into that tight sheath, then locking her down tight.

“Deeper,” I urged him.

“Yes…” Jade sounded lazy now, almost as though she could fall asleep, but her body wouldn’t let her rest, and she squirmed against me. “More.”

She didn’t know what that meant. She couldn’t, having no experience with a flock of gargoyles, but I did. I shuffled lower, feeling my cock slide between the soft mounds of her plush arse.

“Oh…!” she said, a note of surprise in her voice as I began to move, her tone turning sultry in response. “Ohh, Graven…” Her back arched and Seneca surged forward then, pushing another inch in. Then Jade began to move in earnest, her buttocks rubbing against my aching length, her cunt testing its limits as she bore down on Seneca.

“Gods…” my flockmate hissed. “I’m so deep. She’s going to take me. She’s going to take me!”

Carrick and I cast a glance at each other on hearing the tinge of fear in his voice.

“And if she does?” My fingers worked my mate’s body to build her pleasure, one teasing her nipple, the other plucking at her clit. She thrust her pelvis faster and sharper. “What will you do, brother?”

But all three of us knew. The instincts were impossible to resist, and we could see that he was well on the way, by the intense look on his face. His fangs were bared in a grimace, ready to strike, for if she took all of him, he’d feel a need to claim her that could not be denied. I tipped her head my way to have her attention for a moment, to ensure she could understand the significance.

“If you take more, he’ll make you his, Jade.”

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