Page 68 of Who Owns You?

“I don’t want to pressure you, but I would love to fuck you next,” Julius purrs, skimming his hands up and down my sides.

He sits up, and my face is level with his groin. It’s then that I notice he has a red gem embedded in his pubic area.

I tip my head as I take it in and reach out my hand. When I brush against it, a warm pulse of magic makes my fingertips buzzy. “Whoa, how did I not notice this before?”

“You were beholding all of my awesomeness and didn’t notice a silly little gem. Don’t get all distracted by his monster cock and dick jewelry,” Marcus says with a breathy chuckle.

“It’s not my fault she likes shiny things.” Julius grins down at me and winks. “You will love it against your clit.”

My mouth suddenly goes dry. Would it be weird to ask my gargoyle boyfriend to tap out so I can feel the magic gem of my other gargoyle boyfriend against my clit?

A groan sounds from the other side of the room. Marcus freezes mid-thrust, his eyes flicking toward Atlas. Marcus cursessoftly and in a language that I can’t understand, but he doesn’t clarify and just grinds into me. It’s hot.

Julius sighs, standing slowly and giving me a view of said monster cock. It’s huge, like ‘my insides might come out’ huge, and my pussy clenches in anticipation. The hussy knows she can take him even if my mind is hesitent.

“Fuck,” Marcus groans. “You are not making it easy to hold back right now,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing kisses all over my face. “Is this tight pussy excited to swallow that cock?”

“More like terrified,” I say with a nervous giggle. A blush burns my cheeks.

“We would never hurt you, Char. I would never let any of them hurt you.” He strokes his fingers through my hair, fingernails sharpening slightly to run over my scalp.

“You’re my favorite.” I shoot him a teasing wink, but it doesn’t stop him from beaming at me.

“Oh, fuck it,” Marcus says as he grabs my left leg and lifts it onto his shoulder, letting his incredible dick slide even deeper into my pussy. “You deserve a good, hard fuck.”

“Yes, please, I’m such a good girl,” I moan, rutting against him, unable to help myself.

I have no clue where the whole “good girl” thing came from, but for now, it can stay.

“Yes, you are such a good girl,” Marcus growls, and his pace is punishing in all the best ways.

“Atlas is awake, little witch. Are you alright with that?” Julius asks. “He needs to be in here to heal, but if you need us, we can move you to your room.”

“No, if you’re okay with it, then so am I.” I force myself to lean up and settle on my elbow, glancing at Julius and Atlas across the room, staring at Marcus and me. “Please, let me stay. I need to be near you, Atlas. I need it.”

I cry out as Marcus hits the perfect spot inside me. It lights me up from the inside out, and I swear I can feel the next crack of lightning in my veins.

“Of course, Firefly, I owe you a mountain of apologies,” Atlas says with a sad smile as he and Julius walk on their knees back to Marcus and me.

He’s naked when he finally reaches me, his bandages getting in his way. After quickly tossing them off, he kneels beside my head. His cock is incredible. It’s studded along the shaft, with a deliciously wide head and balls that I would call beautiful. His coloring continues down his shaft like all of them, and I want to run my tongue along the white veins as if they were real veins.

“Apology accepted. Just please, please let me fuck you,” I moan, reaching for him but waiting for him to make contact.”

Atlas takes my hand and rests it on his thigh, so close to that heavy cock.

“I would be honored to be with you, mate.” His soft rumble makes me laugh before I’m drowned by pleasure again.

“I’m going to come, Marcus,” I gasp, my free hand shooting out and gripping his biceps.

“Come for me, baby. I want you to make every inch of this nest yours.” He bares his teeth as he moves even faster, even harder.

His cock is bashing against my cervix in a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

I lose it.

I come so damn hard I think I black out, or white out. The lightning outside splits the sky, each crack a wave of my pleasure.

“Gods, you are beautiful, Firefly,” Atlas murmurs.

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