Page 67 of Who Owns You?

The nest. Something inside me sighs, content to be in their sacred space with them.

“You brought me to the nest.” I wriggle around into the blankets and sheets strewn onto the mattress floor. “And I’m naked.”

“You’re soaking wet,” Julius purrs. “And not in the way we like. I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get sick on us, especially after you saved Atlas’ life.”

“What kind of guardians would we be if we didn’t save you?” Marcus asks. I can hear the grin in his voice. “And what kind of mates would we be if we didn’t blow your mind as a thank-you?”

A hand slips down my body to the juncture between my plush thighs. “Is this alright?” Julius asks.

My eyes flutter open, and I quickly search the small space for Atlas, finding him bundled up in blankets against a far wall with all my plushies surrounding him. I ache to hold him, but I’m afraid I’ll only cause more pain. The distraction my other mates offer is too good to refuse.

I let my eyes droop closed again before I lick my lips, nodding. “Please.”

“Anything for you, little witch,” Julius says before pressing kisses to the side of my neck, starting just under my ear and going all the way down to my breasts.

He slides his hand down along my soaked lower lips before parting them.

Marcus groans like he’s taken a punch to a vital organ.

“Fuck me, hold her open, just like that,” he growls, and I hear his clothes hit the sheets before the weight of his body makes me shift downward.

Julius’ fingers hold me open dutifully, and I whimper at how exposed I feel. Exposed and hot as shit with Marcus just staring at my pussy. Who knew I had a thing for body worship?

“Can I spit on your clit?” His warm breath ghosts over my pussy, and I feel myself fucking leaking for him.

“Please!” I moan, my hips aching slightly, begging for something to just touch me.

“Thank you,” he says before drawing back. He spits on my clit, and my whole body vibrates with pleasure. “Gods, you are so damn pretty, Char. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Our perfect mate,” Julius adds, running his fingers over my labia in a tantalizing tease.

“Please tell me one of you is going to fuck me,” I say desperately, my empty cunt clenching around nothing, the desire burning me up just like my magic had.

“Of course we are. Just need you to let us know what you want,” Julius murmurs, taking a nipple into his mouth and giving it a hard suck.

The sounds of clothes being discarded in a mad dash make my lips curl into a small smile. I bask in a moment of unseeing bliss before I feel the head of a deliciously hard cock nudge at my entrance.

I risk it, opening one eye and glancing at Marcus as he angles his body over mine, holding himself up with one hand and guiding his cock inside me with the other. He takes his time, letting each delicious ridge along his shaft pop inside me rather than just going ham and thrusting in all at once.

I arch into him, grinding against each inch he gives me. Moaning his name softly, I open my eyes slowly, looking at both handsome gargoyles as they worship every inch of my body.

Marcus brings the hand not holding his cock to my hip, gripping me tightly as he grits his teeth.

“So fucking tight and perfect, Char, can’t ever get enough.”

“I’m yours, Marcus.” I vow to him.

“And me?” Julius asks, pulling away from my hard nipple with a pop.

He blows on the hardened bud, ripping a little whine from me.

“Of course, you jerk face,” I grumble and grab his hair, pulling his face so close the tips of our noses brush. He’s buck naked except for his stupidly handsome gold wire glasses. “Do you even need those?” I ask, not giving him time to answer me before crushing my lips against his.

He meets my kiss with gusto, nipping and sucking on my lips as Marcus rocks his hips, fucking me with deep, slow thrusts.

“You feel so damn good,” Marcus moans, picking up his speed.

Our obscene wet sounds fill the room, and Julius groans.

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