“That’s it,” Maxum breathes. “Come for us, our love.”
I fall off that cliff and soar with bliss. Each clench of my pussy around Flint’s hand feels like a flutter of imaginary wings that takes me higher.
Then I slip back into my body with a silly grin plastered on my face.
Flint licks his lips, tasting my juices. “If you’d let me, I’d live between your soft, pillowy thighs.”
I might have taken offense for calling my legspillowy, but that was when I was with Rob. My hard-bodied gargoyle thoroughly adores softness. He craves my soft, squishy body. I reach out to him. He answers my summons, leans over my flushed body, and gives me a possessive kiss before moving aside.
Maxum strokes his hands over my knees and then spreads my legs wide. “Ready for my monster cock, little mate?”
My demon rubs his unusual member over my slick center. He slides inside of me, and I feel every one of his soft spikes that run along the top and bottom of his cock and around its base. It only takes a few strokes until he’s fully sheathed. His textured cock stimulates my clit and outer lips when he grinds his hips into me.
I’m gifted with a unique sensation deep in my pussy as he hits the spot that makes my toes curl.
Flint’s hand grasps my breast, and he flicks his tongue over its peak.
At my other side, Arran’s hand shifts into his werewolf's claws and the tips dimple my flesh. “I love your body. Pliant and thick, so we can grip onto you and hold on as we fuck you.”
“It’s perfection,” Flint murmurs as he sucks and nips. His tusks scrape along my sensitive skin.
Maxum moans. “I love watching them monster-handle you.”
I flick my gaze back to Maxum as he spreads out his giant wings that take up the entire width of the bedroom. He pounds into me, getting more excited with my moans.
I’m launched toward an orgasm and my body spasms.
“I want to make you mine,” Maxum grits out through his sharp, clenched teeth.
“I want you. I wantallof you!” I shout. Right now, I really, really need them. I need them as my bonded mates.
All of them.
There’s a tug at the very core of who and what I am.
I sense the others’ energy… their souls. I don’t mean to, but I’m pulling them to me. Yanking their souls, their spirits reaching for me as well.
Even Osen glows in my inner eye.
Despite the unusual sensations, my orgasm hits me like cannon fire, making me shake and buck. Maxum spasms with his climax, gripping me like he might fall off the edge of the world.
Maxum crashes onto me as if someone’s shoved him. Fortunately, he’s able to brace himself with his arms. He appears dazed.
I hear a thump and a curse from the main room.
Calder must have been lurking there, listening to our lovemaking.
I pulled on his soul so hard he fell.
Am I hurting them?
I feel it when their souls are released from my strange hold.
“What was the hell was that?” Calder hisses from the other room.
Maxum’s broad shoulders press into me. Grasping his upper arms, I encourage him to move back so I can see his face.
He shifts away slowly, and I glance over at both Arran and Flint, both look a bit bewildered and confused.
