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“Earn it. It may be yours, but I am the keeper of all our safety, and giving you more magic would be like handing you a loaded gun with a fifty-fifty chance of a backfire.”

“Fuck you,” Atlas snaps.

“Fuck you right back.” I shrug and stride over to him, pulling the younger gargoyle into my chest and giving him a tight hug.

“You are mine to protect as much as the mortals are, Atlas. Keep your head, and we will figure this out. Charlotte is not like your maker,” I whisper softly, trying to keep my voice even and clear of the heavy emotions that threaten to break me.

Atlas shudders in my hold before he pulls free without returning my hug.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he growls and storms out of my office with the same force he came in with.

I should go talk to him, but at the same time, a bigger discussion needs to happen with Julius and Marcus. As the alpha, I’m juggling everything, and now is not the time to let a single ball fall.

I dig into my pocket, pulling out the old copper coin, rubbed smooth on both sides from centuries of contemplation. I flip the smooth disk and let it land against my palm. I close a fist around it and stride from the office with much more tact than Atlas.

Chapter 19

CHARLOTTE

Talk about someballs.Gargoyles are weird. They can be any color of the rainbow, and their dicks are wild. I know because I’m currently staring at one that makes my mouth water.

Marcus gulps audibly and flexes his abs, his cock bouncing with the move. It’s beautiful and sunshiny yellow like the rest of him, but it has ridges. Every quarter of an inch or so, and there are a lot of inches. From this position on my knees, he feels even more huge, both in cock length and stature.

“You’re looking at my dick like it’s going to bite you. I promise it hasn’t bitten me yet, and I give him some rough treatment.” Marcus jokes with a waggle of his brows.

He’s full-on gargoyle right now, with the wings and the tail and the inhuman hotness that makes my ovaries weep. My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I ogle him.

“I don’t think it’s gonna bite me, but I think I have a one-hundred-percent chance of choking,” I mumble, shifting to sit my ass back on my heels.

All this feels like an incredible escalation from our date. One little snuggle in the most amazing nest, and suddenly, I want tobang all their brains out, even Atlas. It’s horrible how wet I get just thinking of him glaring at me. Their attention is the most potent aphrodisiac known tome.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.” Marcus’ eyes widen, and the concern that shines in them makes me want to shove his whole cock in my mouth, choking be damned.

“I’m not regretting this, just a little…surprised to encounter my first supernatural cock.”

“First and one of your last.” He winks. “My nest and I are going to fuck you so good that you never want to leave us.”

I snort at the thought of Atlas putting his dick anywhere near me, and then I’m thinking about it. His dick. Atlas’ dick is probably fucking glorious and as bratty as he is.

“This feels really weird, but really right,” I admit, getting back up on my knees and leaning over his massive thighs.

They’re so fucking strong and hard underneath my soft skin. It makes me ache to feel his rigid length in my throat.

“I know exactly how you feel, Char. No one has made my body sing like you,” he says softly, bringing his hand down to cup my cheek.

I press my face into his palm. If I were a kitten, I would be purring up a damn storm.

Marcus makes me feel so fucking safe and beautiful beyond words.

I need his dick in my mouth. Right. Now.

A shiver of anticipation works its way down my spine. I’ve never been so turned on by the idea of sucking someone’s dick, but Marcus, my sweet gargoyle, is not like anyone else in the world.

He grabs the base and holds his cock to my lips, and the feel of his dick is unusual and pleasant. He’s hard and warm but not as hard as someone made of stone should be. He has a give to him that tells my hindbrain this will very much work.

Slipping the head past my lips, I groan at his flavor, rich and musky with a sweetness that makes me want to take him all the way to the hilt. I’d need a jaw like a snake to do it, but if there’s something worth dislocating your jaw over, I’m pretty sure it’s this. Hollowing my cheeks, I sink down an inch, one of his ridges popping into the tight ring of my lips. The sensation makes my teeth vibrate a bit, but his groan is so worth it.

MARCUS

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