Chapter 22
Hadrian
I can’t keep her a secret. I don’t want to, and, just, I can’t.
At the team breakfast this morning, all I wanted to do was call her my mate in front of everyone.
That kiss? I’d have deepened it, taken it so much further if Petra hadn’t shown up.
Being with the girls and my team felt right in a way that’s been missing from my life.
If I’m honest, I’ve never had family like what I’m building now.
Petra even made a few friends and we organized a couple of playdates.
These roots I’m putting down in Pine Gulch don’t look quite like I imagined, but I don’t care because it’s even better.
“No, dude, you don’t put the cinnamon coating on the apple pie beforehand. That’s so weird!” Jack slaps Jasper on the back of the head, cinnamon crumbles falling from his hands all over the pie.
I’m dating your sister. I love her.
I’m barely withholding the words as the twins bicker back and forth about cinnamon and sugar.
Tucker family dinner has always been my favorite night of the week, but right now it feels like we’re here too much.
What I want is to be at home with Bluebell, hiding away from the world and lavishing my love on her.
The typical gargoyle mating traditions are hard to do when one can’t publicly express his love.
Not that that stopped me earlier.
Bluebell shoots me a warning look, a desperate plea not to announce our secret just now.
“We’re doing it my way, dude,” Jasper barks, grabbing the cinnamon and covering the pie with it. He sticks it in the oven with a victorious smirk.
Jack tosses a dinner roll at Jasper’s head. I catch it before it hits him, smirking at him as I throw it back at Jack. It bounces off his head, and Jasper and Petra burst into peals of laughter.
Next to me in the kitchen, Bluebell’s tense and quiet. That’s not necessarily anything new for her at family dinner. She’s usually thinking about her insane to-do list. But I suspect this has more to do with us trying to hide our romance from the five other people in the room with us.
She needs something to relax.
I pull out her chair and wave her into it. Her brothers follow, taking their seats. It takes a few minutes for everyone to find their chairs and start passing the food around.
Unfurling my tail from my thigh, I slip it over the top of Bluebell’s thigh and nestle it in the seam of her pussy.
She jolts and masks a clearing of her throat as a cough.
The Jays keep poking fun at Jack for his crush on someone, so nobody’s paying attention to us.
I use my spade to nudge Bluebell’s jeans button open then slide her zipper quietly down.
She reaches down and grabs my spade, shoving me away, but I grin and move it back up. Across the table, Petra grabs two bread rolls and tosses them at Jasper. Both hit him in the head, and chaos breaks out around the table.
“Food fight!” Petra shouts.
Elena and Bill bark for everyone to stop, but their warnings are lost in the chaos.
Jack hollers to high heaven and grabs a tray of bread rolls, dropping one in Jasper’s water. When it splashes over the side and onto his book, Jasper snarls at his twin.
Elena nudges Petra. “Come with me a second, honey. I got something to even up this fight.”
Petra whoops and follows Elena out of the room.
I push my spade inside Bluebell’s jeans, reaching beneath the table to pull her right knee out, giving myself space to tease her.
She jerks a second time when I touch her pussy with my spade, rubbing it up and down with quiet, low vibrations.
She rocks her hips, once, twice, then grabs a bread roll and stuffs it in her mouth, moaning softly.
A dinner roll flies past my head. I duck and slide my tail lower, curling it into a cone and slipping the tip inside her pussy. She grips the edge of the table, knuckles going white as she coats me in slick honey.
Smiling, I grab a tray of lasagna and offer it to her with a smile. “Want more, Bluebell?” My smile is teasing.
“Fuck yes,” she says softly, cheeks dark pink and mouth dropped open.
I set the lasagna down and cut another piece as I fuck her slowly, quietly with my spade. It’s so hot, doing this when we shouldn’t. After cutting another piece of lasagna, I slide it onto her plate and top it with shredded parmesan.
She grabs her fork but grips it so hard, I think it might bend in half. Stabbing the fork in, she spears a huge piece and stuffs it into her mouth.
“Bluebell, honey, are you alright?” Her father’s brows lift as he stares at Bluebell from across the table.
I don’t stop my delicious, entirely inappropriate movements, angling my spade so I can fuck her and rub her clit at the same time.
“Just, mmph, hungry,” Bluebell mutters around a mouthful of dinner. “Lasagna’s my fave, you know.”
“Okay, sweetheart, just slow down so you don’t choke,” Bill warns.
Bluebell’s thighs quiver as she starts to tighten around my tail. She’s gonna come all over the place, and nothing could please me more than for that to happen. I’m thankful human senses aren’t anywhere near as good as monsters’. Nobody will know what’s going on.
Bliss hits her, and she reaches beneath the table and grabs my tail, squeezing it so hard, I nearly come from the dominance of the move.
As she shatters around me, I force another bite of lasagna, struggling to hold an impending orgasm at bay.
Everything about her pleasure sparks mine.
She flutters chaotically around me until ecstasy fades, then she slumps in the chair and picks at her lasagna.
Nobody seems to have noticed a thing. The Jays are still arguing and Elena and Petra haven’t returned.
Next to me, Bluebell’s a soaked mess, leaking sweet honey all over my tail.
After withdrawing it carefully from her channel, I move it back to my thigh and wrap it around.
I’d love nothing better than to suck her off my skin, but that’s going too far.
Still, a dark, deviant part of my gargoyle nature is half considering doing it.
“You get enough to eat, Hadrian?” Elena asks as she returns.
I grin at her. “I’ll eat anything you make, Mama Tucker. You know that. Seconds. Thirds. Not sure I can ever get enough.”
Bluebell makes a choked sound as I beam at her mother. Oh, yes, a little deviance is suiting me just fine.
Elena turns to Jace, tucking his hair behind his ear as she asks him something about his day.
Bluebell leans close to me. “You for real right now?”
I give her a saucy look. “No idea what you’re talking about. Wanna enlighten me?”
Growling, she reaches down and carefully and quietly zips up her jeans. Then she grabs my plate and hers and heads for the kitchen.
“He might not’ve been done, Bloob,” Jasper shouts at her retreating back.
“Oh, he’s done!” she shouts back.
He gives me a quizzical look, but I just shrug and keep smiling. I can’t say what I want to say.
Just then, Petra swoops back into the room with two water pistols and starts shooting all three Jays. Chaos erupts as they scramble to get outta her way. Jace rolls his eyes and ducks beneath the table. The twins jump up and dash from the dining room with my sister hot on their tails.
Hours later, Petra’s asleep on the Tuckers’ living room sofa.
Elena and Bill are snuggled up in their oversized recliner watching a game show, and Jace has disappeared to his room.
The twins, Bluebell and me are sitting around the dining room table playing gin rummy.
Per usual, Bluebell’s kicking our asses.
Jack slaps my shoulder. “Hey, y’all wanna go skinny dipping? I invited a couple of girls to meet us in five minutes.”
Jasper snorts. “What if we’d said no, asshole?”
Jack matches the saucy sound. “When have you ever said no to skinny dipping with girls?” He flashes me an amused look. “Sorry, Bloob. I didn’t invite any men for you, and we’re all your brothers, so come if you want, but I can’t promise I’ll be on any sort of good behavior.”
She laughs. “No surprise there. I’ll come just to keep you out of too much trouble, unless you don’t want me to.”
Jasper tugs on one of her space buns. “Long as you don’t mind seeing a bunch of big-ass dicks.”
She scrunches her nose. “Appealing as you make that sound, I’m good.”
“Come, it’ll be fun,” I encourage her. “I can hide their dicks with my wings so you don’t have to see ‘em. Plenty of coverage for those disappointing little things.”
She looks between us.
“You should come; we haven’t done this in a while,” Jasper says. “Maybe bring a bathing suit though. It’s my job to protect you and I don’t need any of them monster dudes getting ideas, just in case some of them are into bitty titties.”
She scoffs. “That’s rude. I have to look at your nuts, but you don’t wanna see my boobs? Boobs are—”
“Oh gods,” Jack says with an eye roll. “She’s about to launch into some Mother Earth stuff.”
“Maybe you should listen for once.” I reach out and slap him with my wing tip. “She’s right.”
Jasper snorts. “This protective gargoyle thing is cute and all, but this is Bloob, and she can take care of herself.” He tosses a dinner roll at her but she neatly dodges it, completely ignoring him otherwise. “Anyways,” he continues, “as the eldest Tucker it’s my job to protect her.”
“Maybe she shouldn’t have to take care of herself,” I bark before realizing my tone is entirely too aggressive for his joke.
Jasper goes silent, brows rising as he stares at me. He’s probably trying to figure out if I’m being serious or not.
The sound of tires rumbling up the Tuckers’ drive saves me from saying anything else.
Jack leaps out of his chair and rushes to the door, grabbing his coat and flying out without saying another word.
One of the girls must be the one Jasper keeps teasing him about having a thing for.
Jasper grins and follows, waggling his brows at his mother as he walks out the door.