32. Stella
32
STELLA
My mouth falls open. I don’t know if I’m more surprised by the room in front of me or the cascade of events. Ben turns from his place in the middle of our bedroom, having teleported here from the library so Stoneheart and I could be seen by his people entering our room together.
He’d led me here with my hand on his elbow like some chivalrous king. Each step caused my heart to beat quicker than the last. It’s a relief that he didn’t try for small talk while scenarios of what we’re about to do flashed through my thoughts. How exactly will Stoneheart involve Ben in this task? The mechanics are simple enough. I’d had him inside of me just this morning, but maybe that’s the point.
Ben is here to keep this from feeling like what happened earlier.
I’m distracted from all the unknowns by the sight of our bedroom.
“What is this?” I ask, but don’t expect an answer other than Stoneheart’s shrug.
The hotel-like bedroom I’d left just this morning is gone. The more I take in the scene, the more details jump out.
The biggest difference is the bed. The minimalist headboard has been replaced with a massive hand carved creation in a warm-toned wood that rises up the wall. It would look heavy, but the carving has delicate openings like lace showcasing a swirling organic design of what looks to be flowers.
The number of pillows has multiplied, ranging from soft lavender to deep plum and garnet.
The gauzy curtains hanging from a new canopy cements the romantic and moody feeling of the room. I blink, realizing the rest of the furniture has been switched out for plusher appearing chairs in darker colors.
And that’s when I see the piano placed against the wall of the sitting area. It’s an upright rather than the baby grand we desecrated at my aunt’s, but if the expression on Ben’s face is anything to go by, it’s impressive.
“Think of it as a courting gift,” Stoneheart says before looking uncomfortable and lowering his voice. “And perhaps an apology.”
“An apology for what?” Ben asks, taking his attention away from the piano.
Stoneheart ignores him, but I know. It’s for this morning. I can’t track this gargoyle’s motivations. He detailed that our relationship wouldn’t be anything more than what happened between us earlier, but it seems to have settled as well for him as it did for me.
But instead of feeling rejected, it left him guilty.
I turn away and meander toward the bed, not wanting the memories of being left alone to take from this experience. The headboard is a masterpiece. I trace my fingers over the design, analyzing it.
“I love it,” I say. Stoneheart barely acknowledges my awe-soaked words. Why would he? He’s the master of his domain. He knew I would appreciate it, and so he made it happen. My fingernail catches on the loop that makes up the shape of a familiar cluster of blooms.
The flowers are forget-me-nots.
I glance behind me, meeting my husband’s gaze. This is more than providing a piano to tempt the demon. He put the symbol I’ve used for Ben into our marriage bed.
I don’t think I’ve quite believed that Stoneheart was honest with his acceptance of Ben being a permanent part of our relationship even if he hinted as much. But this is significant.
This speaks of a forever type of commitment.
Except…Ben won’t stay.
My throat tightens, and I drop my gaze, focusing on why we’re in this room to begin with. The concerns of the territory. The fucking Council trying to undo all my hard work. It all leads to the one thing that I’ve let hang around the periphery of my mind.
I just requested to get pregnant.
However much the courting gift distracted me from that, the gargoyle stepping closer behind me is not deterred. His hunger presses on my skin and surprises me. I didn’t assume this would be something he’d want, but he’s always surprising me.
A claw catches the chain on my neck, pulling the charm that keeps me from conceiving from my shirt. The metal tickles as it drags against my clammy skin.
“It’s not too late to change your mind,” he says, offering a respite. Maybe because I’ve started to tremble.
“It’s the right course of action,” I say, thinking out loud. “And you said I’m fertile now. My cycles are erratic. If we wait any longer it will probably be couple months before I am again.”
I sigh out a breath catching Ben’s parted lips as he watches Stoneheart’s careful touch.
“We don’t have time for second guessing,” I say to them as much to myself.
“But do you want it?” Stoneheart rumbles. Probably because my reaction could be taken for either fear or anticipation.
I want kids. I just never planned for it to be like this. Or for a gargoyle’s growled question about putting a baby in me to make my belly clench. It would be a relief not to have to assure everyone that this is the right decision, but Stoneheart never makes things easy.
“I want a lot of things.” I turn and meet Stoneheart’s gaze, breathless at the heat there. The chain and charm connecting us pulls taut.
“I’ll work to make every wish a reality.” Spoken like a gargoyle who would give me the world, but we both know his limits.
I want you to love me in the same way I’m falling for you . I don’t say it aloud, but it reverberates through my soul. I glance at Ben, knowing my wish for him to stay is just as useless. I may not have these men the way I’d want them, but I could have a child and outwit the Council at its own game.
Stoneheart would protect us. He may not be a partner in love, but he’s a protector to the very core of his soul.
And I’m not alone. Ben removes his suit coat and places it on the piano before approaching to lean against the bed post, his eyes as dark as I’ve ever seen them. He’s still so buttoned up, but his dress shirt stretches across his chest with each fierce breath. His body is strung tight with the seductive energy that spinning among the three of us.
We’re doing this. There are no doubts I’m willing to hear.
“I want it,” I say.
Stoneheart’s nostrils flare, and the chain snaps. I gasp, but the bite of the metal pulling my skin is gone as soon as it begins. He takes a step back and places the broken chain and medallion in his kilt pocket, claiming it.
“Then you’ll have no problem saying exactly what you’re asking for,” he says.
I blink in surprise. “What?”
My husband’s expression is dangerous. The greed there twists something low in my core.
Stoneheart arches a brow. “Ask us to kindly take advantage of your sweet slickness and breed you.”
My mouth drops open. “You’re going to make me beg for this?”
“I’m going to make you do what you enjoy most.” And the knowing look he gives me makes me want to snarl.
My cheeks burn at his assertion. Asshole! As if this plan isn’t exactly what we need. As if I’m not doing him a favor at all.
The anger falters as quickly as it flashes because this isn’t me doing a favor for him. This is us working together. Yes, a baby will stabilize the territory, but it’s also something uniquely mine that he is giving me.
But the satisfaction crinkling the corners of his eyes is telling. He’s going to want more than just my begging, and I’m going to want to give more. To submit. It’s my natural state around him. But it’s also a vulnerability.
As if reading my mind as much as my body, my husband invades my space, his wings rising, touching me with shadow and nothing else. Instead of haughty lust, his expression is one of understanding even as his words are hard.
“This is the cost for your request. By the end of this, I will own you whether you agree or not.”
I rock back on my heels, the words running over my skin like foreplay. Unlike when he mentioned owning me in the town car, I have more clarity. Stoneheart will never discard me. I’m more than an object to him. Just because I don’t have his heart, doesn’t mean I don’t own him as much as he wants to claim me.
The decision is whether I trust him… which I do.
And in that trust is understanding.
He needs this game, the rules it offers, the distance.
I need it too, for different reasons. I don’t want to resist this pull anymore. And if I’m diving into the deep end, I want it to be on my terms.
I lift my chin, taking in Stoneheart and Ben as I reach behind me and unzip my dress. I tug the fabric free, and their eyes lick down my exposed skin as the dress falls to the floor. The whisper of the cloth over skin has my nipples pressing hard against the lace of my bra.
I kick the garment away and catch the shadow of Ben’s Adam’s apple as he swallows. His expression bolsters me. He’s not watching me strip to my unprotected layer, he’s witnessing a celestial phenomenon. Something awe worthy.
And this moment is awe worthy, dammit.
Stoneheart remains frozen in place, neither smug at my actions or ready to take over. He waits, curious and guarded as if I’m a falling star that will rip him to shreds.
Now that I’ve started, I don’t want to stop. An energy builds behind my breastbone. I unhook my bra and shrug that off. My wet panties follow even as they try to cling to my inner thighs.
My breathing is loud in my ears, and the air over my bare skin causes goose bumps to break out.
A pleased purr escapes Stoneheart but cuts off when I kneel. I nearly gasp when my knees sink into the lush rug. The slight burn of the fibers digging into my skin sets off a reaction that has my legs squeezing together.
Every sensation is magnified like this.
The flare of surprise in the gargoyle’s eyes is gratifying, and he doesn’t wipe it away. His carefully controlled demeanor is cracking because of me. Because I’m kneeling before him and planning on shattering whatever resistance in this game he’s going to play with my next words.
“Please.” My voice starts out hoarse, and I clear my throat past the curious mix of humiliation and need. “Fuck a baby into me, Remy.”
The silence of the room has me continuing. “I need it. Need both of you to use me.” The emptiness in my core attests to the truth. “Fill me up to the brim.”
Ben makes a sound and adjusts himself.
Stoneheart shifts his footing in front of me like he wants nothing more than to spring.
It’s in this submissive position that I feel the power I have over him, the reason he’s so careful not to give me any purchase past skin deep.
I don’t resist my compulsion to touch him. His thighs are thick with muscle and hot under my hands. I’ve felt him before this, but this is the first time I’ve let myself sink into the experience. When I knelt before him in the town car it had only been about reclaiming power. This is that, but also something more. I’m giving as much as he is, and that makes me notice the finer details.
His skin is thicker than a human’s, with a rougher texture that takes me by surprise. I glance up at him, but he doesn’t move to stop me as I glide my hands higher, under his kilt. The back of my hand brushes the tip of his hard cock before I pull away.
His lip lifts as if he’s going to give me a verbal correction for stopping, but I quickly unhook his kilt and let it drop. He may be attempting to hide his reactions, but the erection straining toward me can’t lie.
I keep my eyes on him as I give the head of his cock an open kiss before licking it. It’s velvety and hot, and Stoneheart’s fists clench near his thighs, ready to grab or demand more of me. I rub my tongue along him again, licking up the bead of precum that forms.
The tension amplifies, waiting for a reaction from my gargoyle. I cast my eyes to the side and watch Ben grind his palm down on his own erection, and I regret in this instant having only one mouth and being in a power struggle with Stoneheart.
I want these men on either side of me, touching and invading how they wish.
But first, I want this gargoyle to break.
When Stoneheart’s claws sink into my hair, and he forces me to take him deeper, it’s a relief. I make a greedy sound and suck him further down, falling into the guidance I crave and making me feel powerful even while on my knees.
“Fuck, Stella,” he growls, and I hum in delight at the unguarded sound of it.
He fucks my mouth in leisurely strokes. Each one allowing me to sink deeper into the role I want. I moan as I’m gifted more of his flavor, nearly on edge of my own release at the idea that he’s going to fill me with cum when all is said and done. When he presses against the back of my throat I gag, and my body tightens almost peaking from the power play alone.
That seems to lift the spell I have over him, and he clears his throat. “This is a treat, but it’s hardly the way to get you pregnant.”
My cheeks burn even as I want to pout at how composed he sounds now.
I slowly let his cock fall from my lips. “Whatever you say, sir.”
His fist in my hair tightens, and his eyes narrow. For some reason, he didn’t like that. Or perhaps it’s the way I’m rebelliously staring at him, daring him to give me his worst.
If I’m giving him my everything, I want reciprocation. Even if he’s never going to love me.
He pulls me to my feet. The action is so abrupt I nearly stumble, but he doesn’t let me fall. Instead, he kisses me. It’s a punishing kiss, instructing me not to push him.
I open my mouth for him and taste all his conflicting emotions that make for such a unique profile.
When I’m under his dominance, I’m whole. My hearts beats for him and Ben in corresponding thuds.
That’s the vulnerability that’s so hard to visit.
But we’re trying to make a baby. It’s fitting that it can’t be as cut and dry as the physicality of it.
The kiss breaks, and Stoneheart frowns like he’s confused that when we touch there’s no subsiding of craving. It just increases. I lean forward and keep my voice low.
“When it’s like this, you feel closer to me than the blood under my skin no matter how much of a distance you want to keep,” I say. “ That is the cost of this.”
Stoneheart’s frown deepens, and a clearing throat distracts both of us.
“I should go,” Ben says, his cheeks flushed from watching us, but he’s drawn the wrong conclusion from our push and pull. This isn’t something that’s just between the two of us.
Stoneheart growls in frustration. The sound seizes something in my chest, and Ben freezes.
With his grip on my arms, Stoneheart throws me on the bed. I yelp as I bounce across the comforter. “Leave if you must, but my wife has been on the receiving end of both of our generosities without doing the proper work for it. I think it’s time that she experiences some delayed satisfaction. Don’t you, Barnes?”
Ben jolts at Stoneheart’s use of his surname, but it cements my certainty. This gargoyle is holding back with the both of us.
I’m so busy decoding him that it takes a moment for the words to sink in.
I flip the hair out of my face and purse my lips, clinging to some semblance of control even with Stoneheart’s manhandling. “I’m not one for orgasm denial.”
“You’ll suffer through if you want to feel your demon inside of you. To have his cock stretch and prepare you to take me.”
I frown, but Stoneheart continues.
“If it gets too much, say red.” His smile is sly and full of fang. “But we both know you won’t. You don’t want to be coddled.”
It’s annoying when he’s right. I lift my chin to the two of them and sit up. My toes curl at the sensation of the velvet blanket under my bare ass.
“You want me to fuck her? Don’t you think that’s risky with the charm being off?” Ben asks, averting his eyes like he’s still on the edge of leaving.
Stoneheart shrugs like his own body isn’t tight with need. “Gargoyles are more fertile than demons as a rule.” Mischief flashes in his eyes. “And you’re good at not coming when you’re told.”
Ben shudders at the reminder of the first time his body joined mine, and I bite my lip.
“Please, Ben,” I say. I want him to stay and play this game with us. I want as much of him as he’s willing to give.
It takes a moment, but Ben nods and unbuttons his shirt in efficient movements. I move to meet him on the edge of the bed. The darkness in his gaze spreads as it runs over my body.
He’s never seen me nude. The instinct to curl my legs up and hide my bare body from him is second nature, but he catches my ankle, halting me.
“Don’t hide. You’re a thing of beauty. Let me see you like this,” he says, and I freeze. Ben releases my ankle, stroking the skin there before he finishes removing his shirt.
The touch and sight distract me from the insecurity that he’ll find me lacking now that he’s seen all of me. Or at the very least not worth the drama of being involved with Stoneheart.
Fuck. The lines of Ben’s body are sharp and strong. My eyes run down the lines of his chest, until they reach where his pants are still in place. His cock is hard against the material, and I can’t stop the soft rock of my hips, trying to appease the liquid desire brimming over.
“You want her ready to take you?” Ben asks Stoneheart, like we’re in a business negotiation.
“And begging to come,” Stoneheart adds, nearing within a step of us.
Ben grips behind my knees and pulls my thighs wide. I don’t think to tense before he’s kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed, bringing his face close to my pussy.
I start to argue, needing to be filled, but cut off on a curse when his mouth descends to my wet core. I slam my eyes shut, and my back arches on the bed. The blare of pleasure on my already primed senses is a ragged sound that I echo with my voice.
The hot tongue licking through my folds doesn’t detract from talon tipped finger threading through my hair before gripping me. My eyes snap open to Stoneheart’s satisfied face.
“Eyes open, wife. You don’t want to miss any of this,” he says.
The sight of Ben devouring me while Stoneheart watches is almost too much. My lower belly clenches as my hips grind into Ben’s face.
Ben lashes his tongue deep inside me and the roiling pressure that gathered when I begged them to put a baby inside of me nearly breaks through.
Stoneheart makes a sound, and Ben pulls away.
“No!” I choke and try to grab hold of the demon between my legs, but Stoneheart keeps his grip on my hair, keeping me from doing anything more than writhe.
“So sensitive. You almost already came,” Stoneheart admonishes.
I’m gasping when I look up at my husband, eyes wide, ready to beg, but he’s having none of my expression.
“You can take more,” he says. “Don’t shorten our fun because of your impatience.”
I whimper at a touch to my inner thigh and glance down. Ben watches me with a teasing gleam in his eyes. His lips kiss the tender skin there, and the extra stimulation is not helping.
I hate orgasm denial…but love it. No one but these two would ever push me this far. It makes me want to scream but to also lay in wait for the promised prize.
“I think you’re both enjoying this too much,” I say.
I feel Ben’s smile against my skin. “For as long as I live, I’ll never forget how stunning you are right before you come.”
His words are full of gratitude but make me frown. There’s a concern dancing at the back of my mind, but it’s forgotten when his mouth engulfs my pussy again. This time, his fingers press inside my body.
There’s an ache from taking Stoneheart this morning, but that just makes the pleasure sink deeper, sharper.
I grab the fist that Stoneheart has in my hair, and my spine bows as the sudden stimulation nearly throws me off the cliff of release again.
But Ben is already pulling away, surprise on his face. My cheeks burn at the responsiveness of my body when I’m between the two of them.
“ Ah ,” Stoneheart says in understanding. “Best build the penetration slowly. She received a fucking earlier that’s made her sensitive.”
A sound escapes my throat, tight with embarrassment.
Instead of appearing offended that I let my husband fuck me, Ben inhales and gives one last deliberate stroke of his over my clit that causes me to tense, but it’s not enough to give me the release that I’m aching for.
“I should probably start to stretch her out with my cock then. It’s smoother than my fingers.” His voice is hoarse, but the tone is still casual, and that has my toes curling in a mixture something dark in my stomach that wants them to put me on all fours and use my body to bring theirs to completion.
Stoneheart hums in agreement. I stare at the gargoyle above me to distract me from the sound of a belt being undone, his gaze is full of a voracious satisfaction.
My body shakes when the air between my thighs warms with Ben’s presence.
“You’ll be a good pet and let him fuck you, won’t you?” Stoneheart asks, his lips curving with his tease as my body tightens.
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
The rounded head of a hot cock notches at my opening, and I don’t have the self control to keep looking away. Ben kneels between my open thighs. His eyes are black with his nature and shadows cling to him. I barely have time to admire his ruddy cock before he thrusts inside me.
The penetration is thick and smooth, and it’s a mindfuck to feel the soreness Stoneheart left inside me brush against the new sensation of the heavy stretch of Ben.
“Oh, gods,” I whisper.
Stoneheart’s chuckle is raspy. “They’re not here.”
The sound spurs our bodies to move like we’re his puppets. I moan as Ben’s next thrust hits me deeper.
The tension on my hair loosens, and Stoneheart leans away when Ben falls forward. His expression is intense and otherworldly, but his touch is familiar even as our bodies have never touched so completely before.
His kiss tastes like love and even though I know he considers it a temporary emotion for him, I’m as hungry for it as he is for me.
The illusion that these men are only using me dissolves on Ben’s tongue. He’ll never be the one who can hide his feelings from me.
And this feels like a goodbye.
He fucks into my body like he’d rather give up breathing than fucking me, and it’s nearly enough to distract me from the sensation that he’s taking as much as he can now so he can leave.
I gasp as I break the kiss and whisper the words that need to be said. “You’ll always have a place with us.”
Stoneheart approaches Ben’s back, watching my face and no doubt enjoying the sight of his two toys fucking. He aches his brow at my statement, but only nods in agreement. Not that Ben is paying attention. His gaze is where his cock is wetly forging into my pussy.
I grip his hair, not being gentle with pulling his demonic gaze up to meet mine. And repeat the words I should have demanded to exist before we reached this point. “Ben. You’ll always have a place with us.”
Ben’s expression shifts but shutters before I can divine his reaction, but at least I know he heard me this time.
Now when he kisses me, I tell myself that it’s different than the goodbye from before, even if my ability to tell has become murky with my own rising need.
Ben groans against my mouth, but his thrusts slow. “Wish I could fill you like he will. Mark you.”
My heart pangs. “Me too.”
I glance at Stoneheart, not wanting to offend him, but he only nods, like it makes the most sense in the world for us to want Ben’s seed inside me. To want Ben to mark me in a way that would stake some ownership.
“Fuck,” Ben stills inside me, holding his breath. His cock is ridiculously hard, and I imagine he’s making a permanent shape against my insides. He’s close, but the idea of him leaving this embrace is intolerable.
“A little more,” I say, trying not to rock my hips like my body demands. “Please.”
Ben groans in obvious strife.
Stoneheart drags his teeth over Ben’s tense shoulder, he must have his front against Ben’s back. “You can give her another stroke, can’t you?”
I feel like we all watch as Ben slowly thrusts inside me again, going so deep that our bodies are flush. His cock swells, and I imagine what it will feel like for him to come this deep inside me.
I’ll experience that soon. The pressure of hot seed filling me up as deep as it will go. There won’t be anything to stop it from flowing into me and taking root.
Breeding me.
I make a helpless sound. The idea of being claimed so deeply by either of them has the orgasm they’ve both been teasing me with rushing to the surface, and my pussy clenches around a cursing Ben in a necessary if foolish compulsion to capture him. Ben yanks himself away suddenly, and I sob at the loss. A hot splash of fluid hits my inner thigh and the sheets between us.
“Fuck, that was close,” he gasps, falling on his side beside me.
Stoneheart croons, taking Ben’s place between my legs. “But you performed admirably. See how wet and desperate she is for us. She likes the idea of taking load after the load.” He presses the pad of his thumb against my sopping center, rubbing deeper before bringing the excess of my wetness, the proof that these men make me weak, up to my clit and massaging it in soft circles.
“She’s so open.” Stoneheart’s eyes glint with wanting, and I spread my thighs wider, accepting his words for the fact they are.
Ben’s attention is locked on where my husband touches me. “This is dangerous.”
“But that’s part of the fun. Allowing yourself to feel her and holding back while everything you are wants to stay inside her and leave your mark. The denial is a type of pain that makes you hard.”
The truth of those words is in Ben’s swallow. I half expect him to disappear on us, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grits his teeth, pulling his gaze from my pussy and runs his hand up my thigh to where he’d left his mess. Instead of wiping the cum away, he rubs it into the skin.
I moan.
Stoneheart’s laugh is playful. “Bet you wish you weren’t wearing that scent blocking charm now.”
“I feel my energy on her, and it’s enough,” he glares at Stoneheart and something in the gargoyle’s expression flickers. I think he’s going to tackle the demon to the bed and bestow his own energy on him, but he pulls his attention back, focusing on me again.
My skin tingles, but he doesn’t give me much time to anticipate.
Stoneheart picks me up. “We’ll let your knight do his duty and comfort you.”
My mouth opens in question, but he turns me toward Ben and I’m straddling him, my pussy brushing his already hard again cock, and he hisses. A large hand grips the back of my neck and pushes me forward until my hands bracket Ben’s face.
I press my forehead against Ben’s, needing the small consolation while my insides ache with emptiness. He makes a shushing noise I don’t understand until Stoneheart pulls my hips up and his giant cock presses against where Ben left me soft and needy.
I moan, my lashes fluttering shut at the heated head of my husband pushing into my body. He’s already slick with precum and the thought of that has my pussy clasping him in need.
“Easy does it, wife,” Stoneheart grits. “If you’re too tight I could hurt you.”
I try to relax, and he sinks deeper. The sensation is breathtaking and fully presses the ache of what he did to me this morning, forcing me to soften more, give more.
My lips tremble as the sharp stretch works its way to a duller one. A soft brush on my mouth has me opening my eyes to take in Ben’s captive expression. He kisses me again, and I moan into it as Stoneheart retreats and forges forward with an impatient thrust, the smacking sensation of his knot against my pussy the only hint of how the feel of my body is effecting him.
Ben’s hands go down to brace my thighs for Stoneheart’s thrusts, and I’m locked between the two of them in a way that has the interrupted orgasm from earlier rising to the surface and preparing my body for what I need to take with a gush.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against my lips, giving me the vocal validation I’m craving since Stoneheart has been silent.
I shudder and sink my shoulders lower, giving Stoneheart the better angle. Submitting to the drag of his girthy cock inside of me.
Stoneheart growls, and I hold my breath for his composure to crumble, but he remains quiet. It distracts me from the overwhelming feeling of being trapped between them.
“You’re taking him so well,” Ben says. He nips my lower lip to bring me back before continuing, “He’s going to breed you so deeply no one will doubt his possession of you.”
“ Fuck ,” I whimper, tightening around the shaft of the silent gargoyle behind me, but he only thrusts deeper.
I growl in frustration and whip my head around to glare at Stoneheart. “Are you bored back there?”
He halts his hips and narrows his eyes. “Does it feel like I’m bored.” He punches his hips sharply, and I cry out.
“Feels like you’ve gone to sleep,” I say, even though my voice is high as I dare my husband to really fuck me.
He growls, and it takes effort not to roll my eyes to the back of my head with the swell of need that the sound pulls from my body. Excitement flares from the pit of my stomach and travels outward until the skin of my feet tingles.
But he’s keeping his distance still, and that’s unacceptable.
“If you can’t breed a baby into me, then perhaps I should find someone else who can,” I say.
Ben sighs, and I don’t know if it’s from exasperation with me or Stoneheart. But the next deafening growl from Stoneheart has the two of us moaning. My breasts rub against Ben, and I raise my hips higher in my squirming.
Then Stoneheart really starts to fuck me. There’s no slow roll of hips, this is messy and loud. I cry out, but he doesn’t slow.
“Is my wife getting bored with me and our demon so quickly? Do you need a reminder that you’re ours?” Stoneheart grinds his knot against my entrance, and I nearly dissolve in whimpers.
“No,” I gasp. My thighs shake, but Ben holds me steady for each impact of the growly gargoyle. It’s a surprise his knot hasn’t somehow slipped in with the force of his movements. “I want you with me.”
The cock that’s rearranged my insides hardens even more, and I breathlessly wail knowing what’s coming.
He hisses. “Now you have me.”
My husband’s cock swells and throbs as he comes. Heat and pressure build deep in my belly, adding to the considerable stretch.
His fist grips his knot but presses against my pussy like he’s trying to keep that errant part of anatomy from invading me but can’t stop the temptation of trapping his release inside me through other means. He groans and pulses again, and I moan low in my throat at the unforgiving pressure.
“Holy fuck,” I sob.
Ben huffs a laugh. “I’d hardly call this holy.”
I try to laugh, but the hot release filling me starts to spill out. Stoneheart starts to pull away and his seed gushes from me and onto Ben who’s stopped laughing and moans while watching the sight.
I can hardly focus on that because with the new emptiness comes a confusing rush of feelings. A gaping loss yawns in my chest, and I make a confused whimper.
I need.
I try to move my hips, but neither Stoneheart’s grip on my hips or Ben’s hold on my thighs release me.
The sob that had been from satisfaction before rises in my throat with an odd panic and turns into a whine. I’m so fucking empty. It’s as if I’ve become a sucking blackhole. The warmth of the moment is gone, and every muscle in my body attempts to curls in on itself.
“Stella?” Ben’s voice seems distant from the sensations raging through me.
I’ve experienced this sensation before, but it wasn’t nearly as world ending as it is now.
“Your knot,” I pant, looking back in desperation at my husband. “I need you to knot me.”
Stoneheart’s lips purse, and he shakes his head. My eyes squeeze shut. My throat swells with the thought that no matter how bare and stripped to my soul I am, he still won’t risk knotting me.
And in the wave of emotion coming down from this high there’s only despair. I’m drowning.
This is more than the denial of this morning. This is rejection on a soul-deep level.
Tears start to gather in my eyes. Ben shushes me, trying to avert the crash of my reaction with soft kisses on my cheeks. At my sob, he changes tactics. The world turns as I’m flipped onto my back.
Ben’s flushed face is determined and takes up all of my vision. “Stay with me, love.”
The tears in my eyes start to pool, but Ben’s warm body above mine shifts. I feel the brush of his fingers on my inner thigh before his hard knuckles press against my messy pussy.
“Oh!” Surprise is a flash but disappears into a heavy sensation as his too-wide fist grinds against me. My head falls back on a groan, but I keep my gaze on his.
Ben rumbles in satisfaction. “That’s it. Relax for me.”
It’s not a knot, but with each rotation of his wrist he stretches me. I only feel his first two knuckles, but it’s enough to give my body the pressure it’s begging for. The crushed part of my soul that needed the intimacy of Stoneheart’s body being locked inside mine is being fed. Each moment brings soothing mini orgasms flowing over my body and allowing the tension drawing me tight to ease.
After a few minutes the worst of it is gone, and embarrassment rushes to the surface.
“I don’t know what happened,” I say, my cheeks burning.
Talons comb through my hair, and I let my eyes flutter shut to avoid looking at the gargoyle just yet. “Just some haywire instincts that I didn’t realize would affect you quite so strongly. My apologies, firefly. You’re taking him so well.”
I peek down my body and moan at the sight of Ben’s fist pressing against me. The driving need to want him deeper dissipates. I start to relax just as I register the flush in Ben’s cheeks and the clench of his jaw as he watches his fist massage me.
There’s movement, and Ben makes a surprised sound. Stoneheart wraps his hand around Ben’s cock, stroking the demon.
“Such a good demon doing exacting what she needs,” he says. “He surely deserves a prize, doesn’t he?”
I nod, floaty and satisfied as Ben’s body strings even tighter above me. My hands stroke his face and until the moment he breaks.
“Stella,” he gasps, before crashing his lips down on mine and muffling his shout with our kiss, the splash of his release on my stomach further soothing me for some reason.Maybe because no matter what happens in this bed or outside of it, there’s a comforting truth that we’re in this together.