Chapter Four
Theodore
I’m so damned excited I sleep restlessly. I wake with an aching cock and I consider how, not even twenty-four hours from now, I’ll be dipping it inside a hot human cunt. I wonder if their anatomy is similar to what our females have.
I should probably get the scoop on human female anatomy from Ben asap.
I quickly shower, the stone floor and walls of it as soothing as the hot water that envelops me. I, unfortunately, don’t have time to jerk off right now. We need to be at the facility in under an hour. To choose our female.
I towel off and throw on leather breeches and a linen shirt that closes around my wings with magnetic snaps. As an A-Level Ranger, I am allowed to wear our military garb in public, but I rarely do. Until two years ago, Arch was my direct commander, but he went and got himself a proper job; an Earl.
I snort. He hates politiking with the fire of a thousand stars. Better him than me though. I stepped into his position within our squadron with no problems.
Whichever woman we chose should be proud; an Earl, a Ranger and a lead scientist. Quite the powerful chime for any female.
Three strong alphas to care for her; to train her, to fuck her, to breed her, to cater to her every need.
Though humans are stubborn creatures, as evidenced by their nearly unending resistance, our female will adjust to her place in our lives.
Ben says the research says their bodies are capable of taking a knot, unlike male humans. Ben has generally been very tight-lipped about his data though.
Our omegas were revered and spoiled, though expected to submit to our rule. The center of a chime is its omega. And even before gargoyle omegas became so rare, they were precious and protected.
Besides, in the last couple years, we’ve been seeing some human women start to sleep with gargoyles freely or paid and recorded for “adult entertainment” purposes. I’m not worried about our female adjusting; I’ve seen how easily the women in the videos follow orders and take a good hard fucking.
I step into our large open kitchen and grab the apple juice, drinking deeply from the glass carafe.
“Fucking animal,” Ben growls, grabbing the container from me.
I grin and wipe my face. His grey skin has a brown undertone, making him look like sun-warmed stone.
His wings are the largest of the three of us, and his wing claws the most prehensile.
He’s also closed off as hell even for an alpha; trauma usually does that to folks.
We met three decades ago, in uni. All of us; we just instantly bonded. We were friends for years before Arch pushed us to form an official chime. Given by then we had become established in our careers and positions, Ben and I agreed.
A grumble pulls my attention to our fearless leader. Archibald has several inches on either of us at around six foot six. His black hair is wavy and unruly, at total odds to his personality. His skin is the grey of stream pebbles, a cool blue shade through him.
Arch is rubbing his head.
“Stay out too late?” I tease.
Arch just grumbles again, grabbing a bowl of leftover spaghetti from last night. He shovels some into his face standing in front of the open fridge. Ben brings him a glass of juice.
“It’s time,” I sing, excited. “We’re going to meet our human.”
Another groan from Arch.
“You’ll feel much better when you’re getting your dick wet regularly.” I grin.