Chapter 22 – Shade
SHADE
I’m moving down the stairs when I hear voices speaking in whispers and the word gargoyle. Stiffening, I slip off the stairs into the hallway lined by torches. One of the rooms on the hall has a door that’s just barely cracked open.
Pressing myself against the cold stone, I hold my breath and listen.
They speak of another gargoyle captured this very night, and my blood feels like ice running through my veins. I wonder who they caught. Was it Damon, Cody, or Jordon? For some reason, the idea of any of them being captured bothers me.
I’m supposed to be helping them get free, not listening as more of them are caught.
For some reason, I feel that I’ve failed them.
It’s true that as a shade my job is to punish those that hurt the innocent, but there’s something inside of me that also wants to protect good souls, and the gargoyles are good.
No matter how grumpy they are, I can sense that within them.
Deciding that I have time before going to the dining hall, I teleport away.
Standing at the edge of the gargoyles’ campsite, I see Damon, his dark head bent. He stares at the fire, his expression unexpectedly vulnerable.
So, it wasn’t him that was taken. Was it Jordon or Cody?
“Who did they take?”
His head jerks up, and his gaze locks with mine. “Shade.” There’s a warning note to his voice.
I move closer, then lean back against a tree trunk, waiting for his answer, but he simply eyes me with distrust coloring his expression. When he slowly stands, he doesn’t reach for the sword laid near his feet. Instead, he walks toward me, his movements mesmerizing and graceful.
He stops just a foot in front of me and leans forward, resting his forearm on the trunk of the tree above me. “So you knew they’d take one of us?”
I shake my head. “I only heard a rumor that one of you was captured.”
“And why should I believe that?”
“Because you do, even if you don’t want to,” I say.
His gaze moves to the low neckline of my dress, and he licks his lips. “And Elliot? How did you leave him? In cuffs? Beaten? What does a shade do with a gargoyle to occupy his time?”
“Elliot is fine.” I think of him, a smile on his face and his cock spent.
“I find that hard to believe.”
I tilt my head, studying him. Does he wish to know more? “The last time I saw him was just after we’d finished fucking, and I reassure you that he was quite happy.”
Damon’s eyes widen. “No, Elliot has never been with a woman.”
“And I’d never been with a man, at least not in this lifetime. But after how good it was with Elliot, I wish I’d done it sooner…and more often.”
He’s breathing hard. “I don’t believe you. We’re a Brotherhood. We share our women.”
I raise a brow. “Apparently not.”
His jaw clenches.
“Are you a virgin too, Damon?”
Something flashes in his eyes. “No, I lived a life before this Brotherhood. Unlike most gargoyles, I guarded my master’s lands alone. And in those days, I had many women.”
“But not since then?”
He shakes his head, his gaze sliding back to my breasts.
“Don’t you miss it? I can’t imagine going without it now. When Elliot is gone, I think my desire will consume me.”
“Of course I miss it.” His voice is husky.
I reach out and place a hand on his chest. “Damon?”
“You shouldn’t touch me,” he says, but he moves closer, so that are bodies are touching ever-so-slightly.
“Why not?”
He licks his lips. “It wouldn’t be any more than a quick fuck for me. It could never be anything more with you.”
For some reason, I shift, squeezing my thighs together. My body is feeling the same way as it did with Elliot. Hot and aching. Desire, fierce and powerful, moves through me, demanding I quench my needs. But Damon isn’t Elliot. What would sex be like with him?
“Then let’s try it. Something quick. As long as it’s good.”
“Oh, it’d be good,” he says, no louder than a whisper.
“You’ve been wrong a lot,” I tell him. “I hope you’re not wrong about this.”
A wicked smile twists his lips, and he grabs my ass and lifts me up so that my legs wrap around his back. “I’m not,” he murmurs, and then he leans down and kisses me.
His kiss is so different from Elliot’s. It’s more confident, but also harsher and more demanding. A part of me wants to push him away, and another part of me is enjoying every second of his touch. He grasps the back of my head with one of his hands, and starts to bounce gently between my thighs.
A moan slips from my lips and I wiggle against him, but the man just continues to kiss me until I feel like I’m going to explode. Then, and only then, does he reach between us and undo his pants, sliding them down his hips.
I think then that he’ll do as he said, fuck me fast, but he doesn’t. He holds me by the ass and slides his massive length in and out of the wetness of my body, without entering me. I try to force the tip of his cock into me, but a deep chuckle leaves his lips and he stops me.
“Damn it!” I swear, feeling irritated with the gargoyle who promises fast sex and then fails to deliver.
He leans down and uses his mouth to push aside my dress, then begins to suck my nipples as I struggle in his arms, desperate for more.
But touching me only seems to slow him down, as if he forgot just how good it was to explore a woman’s body.
His lips suck one of my nipples harder, drawing a gasp from my lips as my hands tug at his hair.
With my head spinning, and my desperation growing, he finally draws back from me, then slowly uses the tip of his cock to part my folds. When he slides that big dick of his deeper and deeper inside of me, I press him closer to my breasts, feeling the muscles of my channel squeezing him tightly.
He draws back from my breasts when he reaches his hilt, then stands up taller, his gaze locking with mine. My hands grip his shoulders, and he holds my gaze as he starts to slide back out of me. I almost beg him not to stop, and then he slams back into me.
I see stars. Stars of a million colors as I try to catch my breath.
He does it again. And again. Until I know that if he just moved faster I’d be done. Orgasming in that way that left me shaking and weak.
I want to feel that way again, and I know this man could get me there. So why doesn’t he?
The answer comes easily: Damon is torturing me. There could be no other explanation.
“What the hell?”
We turn and spot Jordon. His auburn hair is wet and slicked back from his face, and his skin glows with moisture.
“What are you doing?” He almost shouts the question.
“I’m…clearing my head…for the battle,” he pants.
“Damn it.” Jordon combs his fingers through his hair, looking from me to Damon.
“Want to join us?” Damon asks, and his tone changes slightly.
“Join you?” Jordon sounds shocked.
I’m shocked too. “Join us how?”
Damon’s blue eyes lock onto mine. “He could plunge into that sweet ass of yours, doubling your pleasure.”
My ass? “It’d feel good?”
Damon leans forward and sucks on my neck before murmuring, “The way we’d do it.”
“Okay.” It’s my turn to sound breathless. “If he makes it good.”
“I can’t…” Jordon begins.
Damon pulls back from my neck. He removes one hand from my thighs and uses the other to draw my dress off, then he drops it to the ground. Before I can speak a word, he begins to fuck me again, and it feels just as good. Even better. My body is so wet, so ready.
He turns me, and suddenly all I can see is Jordon. He stares at us, his eyes locked onto my breasts as they bounce each time Damon pounds into me. One of Damon’s hands slides a little, and suddenly one of his fingers plunges into my ass.
I gasp, but he moves gently, plunging in and out, going deeper each time my body relaxes enough to allow him to.
And I feel strange, because the combination of his cock inside of me and his finger inside of me is different, but good.
He adds another finger to the first, and begins to slide in and out of my ass in tune with his fingers. The friction…it’s amazing. Shocking.
And then Damon pulls all the way out of me, removing both his cock and his finger. He uses his strong hands to lift me, then lowers me again, positioning me higher this time.
I realize a minute too late that the tip of his cock is pressing into my ass.
Gasping, I dig my fingers into his shoulder.
His length is slick, and although the fit is tight, it isn’t painful.
I cling to him, my head spinning as he slowly makes his way deeper inside of me. And all along, Jordon watches, his green eyes drinking in the cock that eases into my ass.
When the auburn-haired gargoyle moves closer to us, I don’t know what to expect. But then he reaches between Damon and I and strokes a hand along my pussy.
My body jerks, and I watch in shock as he lifts his finger to his lips and licks, as if tasting me. His hand slips back down, but this time he doesn’t just run it lightly along the slit of my body. He pushes inside and begins to slide his finger in my folds as I gasp in air.
Damon’s dick is so deep inside my ass. And Jordon’s fingers know just how to touch me. It’s overwhelming and wonderful all at once.
“You sure you don’t want to share?” Damon asks, breathing hard.
In response, Jordon uses his free hand to undo his pants. He slides the material down his hips, and I get my first view of his cock.
And it’s official. All gargoyles have massive, beautiful dicks.
Reaching out, I wrap my hand around him.
He groans, and I start to stroke him in rhythm with the way he strokes me.
There’s a moment of near-silence. We all seem caught in the spells of our desire.
And then I feel the shudder that moves through Jordon’s body.
He steps out of my reach, his hot cock no longer in my hand and his fingers no longer playing a cruel melody with the folds of my body. I almost beg him to come back, to let me touch him again, but he moves behind me and cups my breasts from behind.
I’m shocked by how possessive his hands are. How rough they are as they grip me hard, then pinch my nipples sending shoots of pleasure through my body.
I’m barely thinking when Damon pulls his glorious dick out of my ass. I only have one minute to gasp in shock when I feel Damon slip back into the wetness of my body, parting my folds with the tip of his cock and filling my channel once more.
Jordon’s hands leave my breasts, and a second later he’s spreading my ass from behind. I hold myself still, strangely curious, and then feel the moist tip of his cock press into my ass. The fit is so tight, almost impossibly tight, as the two men slide into me at the same time.
When they come to their hilts, I’m gasping, my vision spinning. Damon was right, this is amazing. If I thought one dick was good, two was even better.
In my mind, I start to wonder what three or four dicks would feel like. Would it be even better? Would I lose my mind with pleasure and explode into a thousand pieces?
And then the two men begin to fuck me, and I lose my mind.
I’m crying out between them, bouncing like a mad woman, taking them deeper and harder each time. At first they seem in control, but then their touch becomes more erratic, more desperate.
We go faster and faster. Our moans and groans fill the air.
Damon says my name in a way I’ve never heard before, as if he’s praying to me, or for me, and I like the sound. I like feeling like I’m more than just an enemy in his mind, at least in this moment.
And then Jordon comes in my ass.
The sensation of his hot cum filling me makes my control snap and I orgasm, screaming over the edge of pleasure. I work myself against the two men, grinding and riding, until Damon gives a roar of pleasure and his hot seed fills me too.
I don’t stop moving between them for a long time. But when I do, they seem to fold around me, breathing hard, keeping me between them.
It’s strange that I had sex for the first time not long ago, and now I’ve already done it again. And with two men. Strange…but also amazing.
There is so much darkness. So much pain in this world. But in this moment, I feel content. Like I belong.
And it’s a wonderful feeling.
Damon draws back from me, and his eyes lock onto mine. “Was that good?”
“You were right,” I tell him, my hands running down his strong shoulders. “It was very good.”
He leans forward and kisses me hard, a sparkle in his eyes.
“That was unexpected and nice.”
I look back at Jordon. “Just nice? We must have been in different worlds.”
He smiles, then kisses me. His kiss is light at first, and then his smile falls away, and he kisses me again, and again. His cock hardens in my ass, and I whimper as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
“Jordon,” Damon pants his friend’s name. “You’re being greedy.”
The other gargoyle breaks our kiss. “One more time. Fuck. Just one more time.”
Who am I to refuse? I begin to move between them again, and Damon swears, his cock hardening too.
In the back of my mind, I know that this very night these men plan to leave. And that I may never see them again. But I accept that. And I won’t let it take the happiness from this moment.
Because happiness is a rare and precious thing in this dark world. And if it were up to me, I might live with these men buried inside of me forever.
If only I wasn’t a shade and they weren’t here to kill me.