Chapter Fourteen

It didn’t take long for Cal and Gran to take her back to her apartment, Gran murmuring that they’d called ahead and had Coop already secure it with heavy duty wards. She didn’t ask how they’d known to contact him, but she was glad they had. A shiver from the new magical protections washed over her skin as she stepped through the door, and she looked at the doorframe in surprise. Odd, that was the first time she’d felt protective wards.

“I’ll just get chan—” she started, but then got a good look at the room.

Candles were dotted on every available surface, a flickering display of light that would have your average health and safety inspector foaming at the mouth—and any romantic weak at the knees. Her gaze found Cal’s and then Gran’s.

“After everything you’ve been through . . .” one started.

“We wanted to make it pretty for you,” the other finished, the two working in unison as they pulled her into their arms. Their gazes, and the love in them, were perfectly matched.

“You’re ours,” Cal whispered, leaning down to brush a kiss over her lips. “We almost lost you tonight, and it nearly killed us both.”

Her heart filled with love for the two of them, her exhaustion forgotten as the need to touch them, to claim them as her own filled her.

“You got it wrong,” she whispered with a smile, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss first Cal and then twisting to reach Gran’s lips. “I’m not yours. You’re mine. We belong to each other. Unless . . . you guys intend to make me wait.”

“Hell no!”

She wasn’t sure which one of them spoke. It didn’t matter. The sentiment was shared by them all. A pair of lips claimed hers in a hard kiss as she was walked across the room to the couch. Strong fingers massaged the skin of her neck, and she sighed, giving herself over to the delicious sensation of a tongue sliding against hers.

A hand weaved through her hair, stroked down her body, and cupped a breast on its way down to pull her shirt out of her pants. She gasped, the sound lost in his mouth as he thrust his tongue deep again, mimicking what she sure as hell hoped was going to happen next. She needed this, needed the thick cocks she could feel pressed against her stomach and ass, filling her. Gargoyles were built bigger than human men.

Heat filled her, cream slipping from her pussy at the thought. Deep rumbles of male pride filled her ears.

“You’re wet already, aren’t you?” Gran asked, his lips against the skin of her shoulder as he shoved her pants down her legs, movements slightly rough with impatience as Cal dealt with her shirt the same way. She didn’t care. She needed to be naked as much as they wanted her to be.

She couldn’t answer—her ability to form a coherent thought gone as he spread her feet with a hard foot, parting her thighs wider and leaving her totally open to whatever he wanted to do. Heat filled Cal’s eyes as his brother’s free hand trailed up her inner thigh, seeking the treasures that lay at the apex. His broad fingers parted her pussy lips, and they both moaned at the slick wetness he found there.

“Fuck yeah, you’re hot and wet.”

His voice was low, the rumble just on the edge of her hearing. Most gargoyles’ voices were too low for the human hearing range, but she felt it, an added sensation that wrapped around her body and teased her clit as he slid two thick fingers into her.

“Beautiful as well,” Cal murmured, moving into place to take one stiffened nipple into his mouth. She keened as he suckled her, shimmers of pleasure joining the dual assault down below as Gran added the pressure of his thumb over her clit to the fingers he had curled inside her, seeking her G-spot.

Cal moved to her other breast, paying them both equal attention as Gran’s clever fingers worked her toward what she was sure would be an earth-shattering orgasm. Then he stopped. “Lie down. I want to taste you.”

She whimpered as liquid heat surged through her body, letting them ease her down onto the couch. Somehow, both were already naked. Seconds later, she was flat on her back on the couch, two sets of strong hands parting her thighs wide for her gargoyle lovers. Gran slid to his knees between hers, his eyes darkened as he took in the sight she presented, thighs parted wide.

A shiver hit her broadside as Gran settled himself between her thighs with a groan of anticipation. What would it be like to have the two of them here, both touching her? Four large, warm hands, smoothing over her body. Two tongues playing . . . one on a nipple as the other curled around her clit. Two cocks . . .

Gran swept his tongue along her exposed pussy lips, a warm, wet swipe of pure sensation before he zeroed in on her clit. Sucking the small bundle of nerves into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it in a rapid tattoo that had her gasping his name and clawing for purchase on the leather above her head. His hands closed around her hips in a warm embrace, holding her still as he feasted on her clit and pussy as though he were a starving man with an all-you-can-eat buffet laid out before him.

She shuddered and gasped as he nibbled and sucked, thrusting his tongue deep to collect the juices of her arousal with a male growl of approval. God, he was good with his tongue. The tension in the pit of her stomach expanded in waves, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he thrust them back inside her.

Arching her back, she thrust her hips upward, desperate for the caress of his tongue against her clit. She just needed a little bit more to tip her over the edge. She wanted to come, needed to come . . . needed it more than she needed air in her lungs, every fiber of her being focused on that next swipe of wet heat.

He licked the crease between her groin and thigh. She growled, the sound deep with her need. He had to know how close she was, and now he wanted to tease?

He stroked inside her again, gentle pressure over that spot inside her channel that caused hard pleasure to spiral through her body. She wriggled, arched her back, and rolled her hips to entice him.

“I want to watch you and Cal.”

His words were uttered against her clit, surprise jolting through her as he sucked her hard and fast. The thought of being claimed by Cal while Gran watched filled her head as she tumbled over the edge and into shattering pleasure. She shuddered, gasping his name as he carried on, lips and tongue rasping against her in an overload of sensation that drew out the waves rolling through her body. Finally, he sat back, wiping his mouth and watching her with a heated expression.

She looked back at him, still spread wantonly on the couch and not stopping him as he ran a hand up her body to pinch and roll her nipple between his fingers. Keeping her hot, catching the pleasure from the release he’d just given her, and turning it into something hotter, deeper.

But no matter how blinding her orgasm had been, she couldn’t forget the words he spoke.

“You do?” Dark excitement swirled through her. She’d wondered how this was going to work. Whether . . . how they’d all share. Would she be with one of them one night, then the other the night after? Or would they really share?

Cal knelt on the other side of her, leaning forward to flick his tongue over her nipple. His hand slid down her hip, across her thigh to slide between her wet pussy lips.

“Yeah.” Great, after multisentence conversations, now Gran decided to revert to one word answers.

“And?”

Cal slid his fingers along the groove of her pussy and tweaked her clit, making her moan. Wet heat flooded her again, slipping from her pussy to run down the groove of her ass.

“I want to watch him eat you out while you suck my cock. I want to take you while you suck his cock. I want to watch him fuck you deep and hard.”

Whoa—three sentences this time. All uttered with the deep, dark fire of pure desire in his blue eyes. She groaned, her body clenching hard and signaling her approval of the idea.

“Okay,” she agreed breathlessly. What woman wouldn’t, faced with such an offer?

Cal slid two fingers inside her again, scissoring them. Stretching her, preparing her for his . . . their cocks. She moaned as Cal rubbed his thumb over her hypersensitive clit. Although she’d just come, within a few strokes, she was primed and ready to go again.

Floating on a sea of pleasure, she groaned, watching her two men. How did she get so lucky? Need and longing wrote a story in their features as two hot gazes swept the length of her body, pausing on her breasts before heading down to where Cal played with her pussy.

“Iliona?” Cal’s voice was soft, bringing her gaze back to his. Concern and a question showed in the deep color. Soundlessly, she nodded.

“But no telepathy. You guys talk out loud so I can hear.”

They both nodded, heads bobbing in unison. A fact that would’ve amused her if she weren’t so turned on. Cal stroked his thumb over her clit again. Need and hot pleasure hummed through her body until she was as taut as a violin string just waiting for a master musician—two in her case—to play a symphony. Anticipation crowded into the room, grabbing a ringside seat as Gran yielded his place to Cal.

The leather dipped beneath Cal’s weight, and then he was there, leaning over her. She felt no embarrassment at her open thighs, her pussy on full display. Instead, a sense of shimmering excitement ran over her skin, raising goose bumps. Gran’s gaze darkened as it swept down her body, pausing on her puckered nipples as if in promise, then continuing its journey down to her crotch.

She bit her lip as he shouldered her thighs farther apart. His touch was gentle as he stroked a big, roughened hand up the outside of her thigh. She whimpered and arched her back, begging for more. Approval and demand all rolled into one silent movement.

He chuckled in the back of his throat and leaned in. Every cell in her body stood up and took notice as he rubbed a cheek along her inner thigh. Her breath caught as stubble rasped against her delicate skin like the kiss of fine sandpaper, too much and not enough, all at the same time. He kept on, holding her hips still with big hands as he nuzzled her skin like some sort of sexy-as-hell humanoid feline.

The question lost importance as he kissed the tender skin at the juncture of her thighs. Her clit ached, throbbing as though annoyed at missing out on the attention as he ran his tongue along the crease of her thigh, almost up to the hip, and back again. She didn’t have to wait long—a second later, warm breath washed over her, bringing the small bud smartly to attention as if it were a soldier on parade. Her brain skittered off on a tangent, presenting her with an image of both her guys in combat uniforms, playing soldiers as they took her.

A groan slipped from her throat, and she reached up to cup her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples until hard shards of pleasure zipped through her. She needed more. Needed a warm tongue on her clit, lapping at her pussy.

Then, Gran’s long, strong fingers pinched and pulled lightly at her nipples with just the right amount of pressure as a warm tongue stabbed into her pussy. She swore, hips bucking and grinding her pussy up against Cal’s mouth in silent demand. He rumbled in amusement and slid his hands under her hips to angle her just right for his attention. A shuddering sigh rolled through her as he ran his tongue from slit up to her clit.

His tongue was ridged and hell, did he know how to use it. She moaned and thrashed her head from side to side on the leather as he alternated long, slow licks that flicked every ridge against her clit, while circling it with the tip of his tongue. He lapped, nipped, and sucked, Gran playing with her nipples, until she thought she was going to lose it all at the sheer pleasure rolling through her.

“You’re beautiful. I love watching you with Cal,” Gran whispered, abandoning her breasts to claim her lips with his. No preamble, he parted them with a swift swipe of his tongue and drove inside to sample the softness. At the same moment, Cal thrust his tongue deep into her pussy again.

She whimpered, but the sound was lost in Gran’s mouth. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and stroked him. He groaned and broke away from the kiss to look down her naked body and at Cal, busy between her thighs. His eyes shone with feral intensity.

“Let him make you come.” He dragged his lips along her neck, breath panting hot against her skin in arousal, and then nipped her earlobe. Pleasure-pain rippled through her, but eased as he sucked the abused flesh into his mouth to soothe it. Then he pinched her nipple hard. She mewled in need, hips bucking and driving Cal’s tongue deeper into her pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over his tongue and we’ll fill you so full of cock you’ll never look at a human again.”

Deep shudders raked her. She hadn’t looked at a human as a lover since she’d first met Cal, but with what he was promising, there was no way she was going to argue. Besides, his dirty talk was getting her so hot it was unreal.

Still, she couldn’t let a claim like that go unchallenged.

“Really?” Despite her aroused state, she managed to pull a doubtful expression out of somewhere. “Big words. Think I’m going to need some proof of that, lover boy.”

His growl was instantaneous. She hid her grin as his thick cock was shoved against her lips. Gran was a delightful mixture of rough and gentle as the two sides of his nature fought each other, but his gentleness obviously had limits. Push too hard . . . and feral male need took over.

She moaned and opened for him. A second later, her mouth was filled with cock. She sucked. He groaned. A visceral, soul-deep sound, which rumbled up from the depths of his big body. Hips pumping, he fucked her mouth with small, jerky strokes as if he feared hurting her but couldn’t help himself.

Cal’s tongue fluttered against her clit in a rhythm that brooked no argument. The sort that reached deep inside, took hold of the spiraling tension within her body, and wound it tighter and tighter. Soft, feminine moans joined masculine grunts and the wet noises of sex in the room.

She cried out as her clit was pulled into the warm cavern of Cal’s mouth. He sucked and nibbled, and her ability to breathe hightailed it over the horizon. Her attention to Gran wandered as anticipation rode her hard and the tension in her body rose to fever pitch, swelling like storm water behind a dam. All it needed was one crack and she would be washed away in a deluge of chaotic pleasure.

Without warning, Cal sucked her clit hard, the sensation almost too much to bear, and thrust two thick fingers into her greedy pussy. She screamed as she came, body clamping down hard on the digits stroking her G-spot. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her as she moaned and bucked under two sets of large, warm hands. One pair playing with her clit and pussy as the other tweaked and pinched her nipples. She didn’t care if that made her a slut or a para-whore as she’d been called before. She loved them both, and they loved her. As far as she was concerned, love was never wrong.

“That’s it, baby. God, you look gorgeous.”

Gran drew his cock from her mouth and stroked the hair back from her temples as she rode on a sea of postorgasmic bliss. The men, her men, moved around her, moved her. From lying on the couch she found herself on her hands and knees with Cal’s cock now waving enticingly in front of her face.

Familiar hands wrapped around her hips as she swiped her tongue over the bulbous head. It was thick and broad, flushed purple with his arousal. Moaning in pleasure, she bobbed her head and took him deep, sucking as she did so. A growl of approval reached her ears, and a large hand wrapped around her hair, holding her in place as she sucked and nibbled along his length.

Behind her, Gran ran the head of his cock along the groove of her pussy, pressing against her sensitive and well-worked clit. Her pussy lips felt slightly swollen from the attention they’d already received from both men, but her body ached, grasping around nothing. She needed to be filled. To feel Gran slide into her, thrust into her hard or slow, she didn’t care which. She wiggled her hips, and he didn’t disappoint. Within a heartbeat, he pressed against her and started to push in.

He eased into her slowly, rocking his hips to work each thick inch into the tight embrace of her body. She moaned around Cal’s cock with each little thrust, feeling the burn as she took the largest cock she’d ever had. But it didn’t hurt. It felt right. Everything about this felt right, and she wanted more. Finally, with one hard little thrust, Gran was seated to the hilt. Her body ached as it stretched around his thick shaft, accepting him. She mewled in need and sucked hard on the cock between her lips.

Gran pulled back and slid into her again. One long, hard thrust that sent spirals of pleasure rolling through her. She spread her legs wider for him, knees sticking and then sliding across the warm leather of the couch, running her tongue down the underside of Cal’s shaft. She wanted to touch him, but couldn’t, not with Gran speeding up his thrusts behind, pushing her onto his cock. Instead, she gripped the edge of the cushion and reveled in their dual assault. A familiar tension wrapped her in its seductive coils. Her pussy clenched, clit throbbing in unison, as each heavy thrust and withdrawal had her yearning for the peak again.

“That’s it,” Gran murmured, his deep voice reassuring and sexy as hell, words punctuated by the hard pump of his hips and the slap of skin against skin. “Take us both, babe. Let us make you come again.”

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. His low words pushed her up and over the edge faster than a jet-propelled lemming. Stars exploded behind her eyes as the tension peaked—snapped—and her body went up in flames. Pulse after pulse of sensation rolled through her, starting deep within and radiating outward, pure pleasure tightening around her clit like an iron band.

Dimly, she was aware of Cal pulling away as she moaned, a male voice behind her swearing. Her pussy tensed and contracted in rhythmic waves as it milked his cock relentlessly, tempting him to follow her into bliss.

“No, not just yet,” he whispered and pulled out. She pouted at the loss of the delightful fullness as he turned her over. His eyes were warm with passion and something else—something deeper. A knee between her thighs, he leaned down and claimed her lips with a torrid kiss. Hard and demanding, it spoke of possession and ownership. As though he were branding her, claiming her as Cal watched.

By the time he lifted his head, her breathing was ragged, and she was on the verge of yanking him down onto the couch to start all over again.

“Let Cal look after you.” He dropped another brief, firm kiss on her lips and stood, cock still proud and erect. He hadn’t come yet. Her eyes widened. Gargoyles must have more stamina than a commando or a marathon runner. More than both put together.

A quick, hot look and he was gone, his brother settling into the rapidly cooling place on the leather next to her. He reached a large hand up to cup her cheek.

“So pretty and soft,” he rasped, awe on his face as he stroked her skin. That kind of adoration and the sheer loneliness echoing in his eyes was hard to resist. From what he’d told her, these guys had been locked in stone for centuries. Aware and desperately longing to join the world around them, but unable to.

“I love you.”

Her heart melted, and she nodded, unable to answer past the thickness in her throat, but it didn’t matter. Words weren’t needed. As carefully as though she were made of the finest china, he lifted her body to straddle his hips. She bit her lip, mangling the soft flesh as his fingers slid between her legs again. With a confident sweep, he found her clit and rubbed in small, maddening circles. Her hips bucked, small stars bursting in her veins like the fizz in expensive champagne.

“Hot and wet.”

He slid a thick finger deep into her pussy and then added a second easily as the fire in his eyes blazed. Nerves assailed her as she looked down at his rigid cock. Either Cal was built bigger than Gran was, or he’d decided to ramp his cock up to inhuman proportions to outdo him.

Opening her mouth to caution him that it wouldn’t fit, she didn’t get a chance to speak. Cal surged up against her, claiming her lips with an insistent kiss. She opened at the first brush of his tongue, nibbling and sucking on it as he pushed into her mouth to taste her. As they kissed, he shifted his hips and fitted his cock against her.

The thick head felt huge. She stiffened, a whimper escaping only to be smothered against his lips. He rocked against her, his cock testing and stretching the entrance to her pussy. She was wet, channel slick with the juices of her earlier releases. A gasp hissed from her as he slipped half an inch in, the intrusion burning as her delicate sheath was forced wide open.

“Shh . . . slow . . .” he promised, snaking a hand between them to caress her clit. Excitement and deep, dark need welled up as he continued kissing her, gently rubbing her clit. As the ache within grew and expanded again, he started to rock. Gentle little movements of his hips as he worked his way inside her. A large hand in the small of her back helped, easing her down and impaling her on his thick shaft. The burning abated, leaving behind a feeling of being filled, stretched so wide she didn’t know where she stopped and he began.

He broke away and looked deep into her eyes. “Feel good?”

She nodded, releasing the breath she’d held and rolled her hips. They both groaned at the pleasure as his cock shifted and stroked within her, pressing against nerve endings she didn’t know she had. His fingers at her clit pulled away, but it didn’t matter. Once they started to move, she didn’t need the extra stimulation. Eager for more, she lifted off his cock until he almost slipped free of her.

Big hands closed over her hips and shoved her back down. She closed her eyes, head dropped back, as a guttural moan escaped. Cal shifted under her, his warm lips closing around one of her nipples as she rode him, his rigid cock spearing her again and again. The slick, wet sounds of sex filled the room as he drove up into her pussy, claiming her hard and fast until she never wanted him to stop.

“Fuck . . . I love seeing you like this.” The leather dipped beside them as Gran’s hand stroked the length of her back. “Lean forward, babe. I want to watch . . . see his cock sliding in and out of your sweet little pussy. How’s she feel, Cal? Good?”

The man beneath her nodded, bright color across his cheeks as he shifted sideways on the couch and away from Gran, pulling her with him. Cal’s large hand at the nape of her neck pulled her down and across his hard body, breasts squashed against his chest, so he could take her lips again. He nibbled and teased until she was writhing against him, her sensitive nipples abraded in the most delightful way by his sparse chest hair. His tongue thrust into her mouth as he spread her legs wider, forcing them apart to afford Gran a better view.

A harsh intake of breath from behind her said Gran liked what he saw.

“Fuck . . . yeah, that’s good. You like that, Iliona? Like being fucked like that? By a thick gargoyle cock?”

His voice wrapped around her, a low rumble of temptation as he uttered not sweet nothings, but dirty nothings. Cal didn’t stop moving, his cock pistoning in and out as he kissed her. She broke away from his lips, everything too much for her to handle as Gran’s hands joined the fray, smoothing up and down her back, cupping her hips before moving on to draw little circles on the rounded globes of her ass.

“You like cock, don’t you? More than one cock . . . taking both of us earlier really got you going, didn’t it?”

It was dirty talk worthy of the most sluttish porn film, the kind of stuff she’d normally laugh at, but it was as if time and reality had been put on hold. Not only did she not laugh, but the words, uttered in Gran’s sexy-as-sin voice, added an edge of heat to her blood that threatened to scorch her from the inside out.

The couch dipped again, and Gran’s chest brushed against her back as he leaned in to kiss the top of her shoulder. His cock fitted against the groove of her ass, sending a spike of dark, forbidden need spiraling through her. She knew where this was going. They were both going to claim her, at the same time.

And she wanted it. Wanted Gran to spread her wide and press his hard length up against her ass. Chills hit her, the ache deep within, the need to be totally filled by two hard dicks warring with that last bastion of “good behavior.” Sure, she liked fucking, but that was normal, healthy, even when the guy in question was more than human. But two guys, at the same time? That was leaping feet first into “bad girl” territory.

Who was she kidding? If wanting two men as hot as her guys was bad, she was a total slut and proud of it.

Arching her back as Gran’s lips trailed down it, she managed to wriggle against his thick cock. The movement had her rocking in whole new and interesting ways around Cal’s. He groaned and thrust up harder, the broad head of his cock kissing her cervix. She broke away from his lips to turn and kiss Gran.

His familiar taste exploded on her tongue as he rubbed his erection against her, the thick length parting her ass and turning her on even more. Nipping her bottom lip with a chuckle, he pulled back and swept a finger down her spine, shivers following the gentle stroke. That was what got her about these two. They could easily break her in half, use her so hard she wouldn’t survive the onslaught, but they didn’t. They were gentle and kind, in a way that human men, so full of their own egos, just weren’t.

Gran moved away, and she shivered, feeling the loss of his heat against her back. Less than three breaths later, he was back. Gentle fingers parted her ass, opening her up totally. There was a squirt, and cool gel dropped into the groove of her ass. Lube. They’d set this up all right. Down to recovering the stuff from her bedside drawer where it lived with the now defunct Mr. Buzzy. She groaned, pussy clenching around Cal’s cock as Gran smoothed lube down between her cheeks, fingering her ass with a thick digit. Excitement coursed through her as he circled, working the lube into her.

He pressed in gently. She stopped breathing, latching on to her bottom lip with her teeth as he circled again. Stretching her, opening and lubing her up for what was to come. She’d played this way before . . . a little. Never all the way. Talk about running before you could walk. Instead of bursting that cherry slowly, with one cock, and perhaps the aid of fingers, they were going straight for two-up. But it really felt too good not to.

He slid in to the second knuckle, and dimly, she was aware that Cal had slowed almost to a stop. Tiny movements of his hips, and his cock seated deep within her kept her on the edge as Gran worked the lube into her ass. It felt good. Dark and forbidden, but fuck-me-harder good, and she wanted more.

Arching her spine, she thrust back in invitation. Both men growled, an auditory feedback that said her eagerness was turning them both on.

“That’s it, baby. We’re gonna fuck you, long and hard. Fill you with cock until you scream.”

Gran’s words were rasped now, the sound of stone on stone as he lost the ability to “sound” human. Her breathing came in ragged pants, sweat sliding down the curve of her back as he circled once more and pulled out in a slither of sensation. Sharp disappointment at the loss made her pout, but already, he was moving.

His thighs pressed against the back of hers, hands on her ass again as he parted her. She stopped breathing altogether as the thick head of his cock pressed against her ass. He’d lubed her up well, too well as he slipped off target. She hissed a little, but they were both there instantly, large hands smoothing her skin in reassurance as Gran repositioned himself.

Underneath, Cal moved and slid a hand between them, the tip of one large finger finding and flickering over her clit. Feeling neglected, it blossomed with sensation, and she moaned as the hard tension within her ramped up another notch. He grinned, his eyes dark with desire as he circled the small bundle of flesh and started to drive her insane.

Pleasure and need coiled within her, twisting with each circle of the finger on her clit, sending her into a tailspin as Gran pressed into her ass again. He didn’t miss this time. The thick, bulbous head of his prick breeched her easily, slipping past the initial tightness with a slight sting and burn.

She froze. Sucked a breath in as her world narrowed down to the cocks in her pussy and ass. She throbbed in unison with Cal’s finger on her clit. Cal was too big, and with Gran in her as well, it felt as if they’d split her in two. She shifted, trying to pull away, but that just made the cock in her ass slide half an inch deeper. Half inch of burning and absolute pleasure.

“Oh God . . . more.” The groan was dragged from the depths of her soul, a primal demand she couldn’t control. She moved, driving herself down on Cal’s cock as Gran pulled back. Mindlessly she sought more sensation and knew they could provide it for her. Then they switched, taking over. Cal pulled back as Gran surged into her ass. Alternating—sliding in as the other slid out.

She urged them on, pressing her ass back into Gran before grinding her pelvis against Cal. The sensation of being filled full, two thick cocks stuffing her body to capacity, rendered her incapable of thought. All she wanted was more as they picked the pace up, fucking her hard as skin slapped against skin. Soft moans became demands. Deep male groans became grunts.

The tension within her built tighter and higher, climbing and climbing until she couldn’t take any more. She gasped and stiffened, her body hovering on the very peak of earth-shattering pleasure. Gran leaned forward, his lips gentle on the side of her neck. Then he thrust, filling her ass with his thick erection and tumbling her over the edge into pure ecstasy.

She screamed, nails digging into Cal’s muscled arms as her body convulsed around them both, pussy gripping and milking Cal’s cock as Gran roared and pounded her ass. Three heavy strokes and he slammed in and stiffened, his white-hot seed coating the inside of her ass. Cal was half a second behind, his blue eyes wide and unseeing as he groaned, cords standing out in his neck as he thrust one last time. His cock jerked and pulsed deep within her, bathing her cervix in heat.

Boneless, she collapsed onto his chest to ride out the waves of pure bliss rolling through her. Wrung out, she moaned softly as Cal stroked her back for long moments. Wrapped in the arms of her gargoyle lovers, she felt safe, at home.

Gently, they slipped from her, Gran cleaning himself up as Cal turned to sit up and tucked her gently into his side. Within a heartbeat, Gran was on the other side, claiming her lips in a tender kiss that almost brought her to tears.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips as Cal dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. She caught the wicked quirk of his lips as he sat back to look into her eyes. “We love you.”

“I love you too . . . both of you.” She sighed in happiness, cuddled between them and her body awash with bliss.

They rumbled, the sound as happy as she felt. Then Cal spoke again, his deep voice rough with desire and a little amusement. “And we want to love you again. Five minutes be enough rest?”

She arched her eyebrow.

“Depends. How long will it take you guys to recoup?” She trailed a finger down his broad chest and reached out with the other hand to circle Gran’s reawakening cock. “Because now that I have you both, I have a few more ideas I want to try out.”

The End