Chapter 17 – Marcus
MARCUS
Idon’t know how the fuck to approach the beautiful monster the others seem to have fallen in love with. All I know is that after tonight, I either need to get on board with this romance, and find my place in it, or I need to come up with a plan to kill her quickly when she’s of no use to us.
The dagger feels cold in my hand as I move closer to her, and then come to stand just inches from her. Even on the counter, the tiny woman still looks small. Actually, she looks perfect, sitting at just the right height to be fucked.
Holy shit, where did that thought come from?
Maybe it’s the fact that I know the others slept with her. It makes me feel… strange. We’re supposed to share a woman. I'm on the outside of this, which hurts my pride in a way I never expected.
Or maybe it’s because I watched her kissing Forrest. The way he touched her, the way she touched him—that was amazing. The sexual tension between them had filled the air like an intoxicating perfume.
While the others have struggled with their celibacy, I haven’t. I simply willed myself not to think about women. Every time I imagined thrusting into a wet pussy, I did something else. I worked out. I practiced my fighting skills. I kept myself busy.
But suddenly, I have no desire to break down into pushups, or go for a long flight. That’s not what I want. That’s not what my body needs. Somehow, it seems ridiculous that I convinced myself otherwise.
There’s the way she was looking at me—this beautiful creature finds me attractive too.
“You wanted something,” she says, her voice husky.
Oh fuck, she even sounds horny. Like something out of a fantasy.
“I want to know why they have fallen under your spell.” I search her face for an answer, and I can't see past her glasses. Tearing her glasses off, she gives a surprised gasp, and it’s like a wall crumbles between us.
Her eyes are… blue, clear and deep like the sacred waters of our lands.
I didn't expect that, and I didn't expect them to be so expressive.
I no longer have to guess at her feelings.
“I need answers,” I tell her.
One corner of her mouth quirks up. “Honestly, after how long they’ve gone without sex, I think they would’ve fallen for anyone who spread their legs for them. So don’t worry, chief. I’m nothing special. When the time comes, they’ll treat me like any other monster.”
Something unexpected rises up inside of me. “They’ve resisted a lot of beautiful women over the years.”
She shrugs. “Well, I guess all they needed was a monstrous freak.”
The gargoyle within me hates the way she talks about herself. She looks so tiny, so unsure, but then she insults herself like she truly thinks that’s all she’s worth. Nothing.
“You aren’t just a wet pussy to them.” I realize that I mean the words as I say them.
She laughs. “Oh no, they had my mouth and my ass too.”
I feel my cock harden, straining within my pants. I get the sudden perfect image of her mouth wrapped around my dick. Then I imagine the way it’d feel to part her ass and slide inside of her.
I’m breathing hard. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
She raises a brow. “What’s that?”
“You’re trying to turn me on.”
Her gaze slides down, and mine does too. Suddenly, we’re both looking at my erection.
“Wow,” she mutters, “don’t try to blame that python on me. That’s all your doing.”
Suddenly, I resheath my fucking dagger and grab the bottle of vodka next to her. I take a few swigs, trying to calm myself. I shouldn't be aroused by her acknowledgment of my erection.
When she pulls the bottle from my grasp, I can’t stop staring at her.
She smirks at me. “Careful, big boy, not everyone has my tolerance for liquor.”
When she puts the bottle to her own lips, I imagine it’s my cock in her mouth instead. “You’d be surprised,” I tell her.
I take it back from her and take a big drink, just to prove her wrong.
The liquor hits me like a wave, warm and comforting. I set the bottle down. She's right. Maybe I should’ve gone slower.
I lean a little closer to her. “Explain it.”
“What?” she asks, licking her lips.
“What’s so special about you? They were ready to fight me just to protect you. Me, their brother. They wouldn’t even fight for a female gargoyle. And then there’s Byron, watching you with him is like watching a miracle. He likes you. And he doesn’t like anyone.”
Her eyes widen in shock. “It isn’t like that. It was one drug-induced fuck session.”
“Liar,” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “Trust me. No one has ever loved me. No one could. I’m a monster.
I'm a dangerous creature who will only ever bring them misery. That’s not just me throwing myself a pity party.
That's literally what they’ve said.” Her eyes fill with tears.
“My ex said he cared about me, but not enough to die for me. That pretty much sums up my love-life.”
I place my hands on either side of her on the counter, aroused by this complicated creature. “But you can’t hurt us, little monster. Your stone-glare… it’s nothing to us.”
Her expression is weary. “But it doesn’t change what you think of me.”
“It doesn’t?”
She nibbles her bottom lip and my erection strains harder. Unable to help myself, I lean forward and capture her lips.
For one minute she holds herself stiffly, but then she melts beneath me.
I groan, and my arms circle her back, pulling her closer.
I just need one quick kiss to see why the others are lost in her. That's all I need. And then, I’ll pull back. I’ll stop things before they get too far.
But the longer we kiss, the more my logical thoughts swim away. Our kiss deepens as we move against each other, teasing each other with our tongues, testing each other.
When she moans, and her hands slide around my neck, I pull her closer. Her legs wrap around my back, and then my erection is pressing against her pussy. My hands move down her back to grab her ass… which is exactly when I realize she isn’t wearing underwear.
Something inside of me snaps.
I grasp the bottom of her shirt and toss it off.
Our kiss breaks, and she gasps my name.
I don’t think. I just push her back, pull her legs over my shoulders, and press my mouth against her pussy. She gasps and arches her back. Her hands go into my hair, bringing me closer.
I lick my way deeper into her folds, then use my hands to part her wide. She moans and bucks against me, but I move slowly and carefully. It’s been so long since I enjoyed the taste of a woman, so long since I felt one orgasming against me.
Every sound she makes spurs me on, makes my pants tighter and more uncomfortable. When I start to rub my mouth against her clit, she goes wild, and I reach for my pants, undoing the button. I pull down the zipper and pull my dick free, stroking myself as I lick her.
At last, she rises off of the counter. “Oh, fuck me, Marcus. Please, fuck me.”
God, I love my women submissive, begging for my touch.
I rise from between her thighs and wrap her legs back around my back. She arches as I suck her nipples, stumbling toward the bedroom. We make it to the wall before she shifts slightly, and my tip slides into her wet folds.
Pressing her against the wall, everything inside of me tightens. I watch her beautiful face. Her expressive eyes. As I press inch by inch deeper into her. I enjoy the way her nails dig into my shoulders as she pants yes, yes, yes.
And it takes everything inside of me, every drop of willpower to keep from exploding inside of her. But I won’t. I won’t embarrass myself or come before she’s enjoyed her pleasure.
I keep going until I’m balls deep inside of her.
Pausing there, my lips move from the hard peaks of her breasts and up to her neck. I suck every inch of her, leaving my marks. I claim this woman who now belongs to me. To us.
I begin to thrust in and out of her as the nerves along my shaft scream in pleasure. The intense feeling radiates through every sensitive inch of my flesh and fills my mind with nothing but her. Nothing but an awareness of my dick sliding in and out of her tight channel as she squeezes around me.
I’m aware of her legs tight around my back. Of her nails digging even deeper. Of her moving against me to take my thrusts harder and harder.
When her inner-muscles squeeze around me, a string of curses explodes from my lips, and then she’s orgasming, bouncing wildly against my dick like a creature in heat. Her pleasure does crazy things to me. I clench her tighter, thrust harder, and explode, filling her with my seed.
I move in and out of her, enjoying feeling myself spurting for several long seconds before our thrusting slows, and she crumbles against me. My entire body shakes as I hold her tighter and take us to the bed. I lay back, keeping myself inside her.
Her head rests against my heart in a way that’s strangely intimate.
I find myself stroking her hair, strangely content. Perhaps it’s just that I’ve finally spilled my seed after so many long years. But the thing is… I’m not sure. This woman, she surprises me.
I’m going to have to consider what all of this means. How it changes things.
But for now, I simply let my eyes close. I like the way it feels to have my dick still inside her tight pussy. I like her lying on top of me, her breath even and peaceful.
My breathing slowly matches hers and I slip into sleep, not even caring what the others will think when they come home to find us like this.
It’s not like they can say a thing. They’ve already fallen under her spell.