Page 44 of Outcast

“Kol, I know you like being outside, but I am not fucking you on the roof where all of your soldiers can see me.”

“Oh, we are fucking up here,” he said as he pulled out his horn and blew it. “I want them to know where we stand.”

“Great.” I sighed.

The gargoyles landed on the roof around us, bowing to their commander and awaiting his orders.

“This rooftop is now off-limits. Everyone needs to stay on the ground tonight.” The order was met with obvious confusion but they nodded and flew back to the ground. I had a feeling they all knew exactly why, and the thought of fucking Kol was enough to keep me from protesting.

“Now who hears you is up to you, Harlow,” he rumbled.

“Aren’t you clever,” I deadpanned. The snark tonight was unreal, but I couldn’t help myself. They’d tested my nerves for the last two hours. I was running out of patience and needed to act. Soon.

Kol let out a low hiss at my words, his claws slicing straight through my clothes so they fell to the ground in tatters.

The night was cool and my nipples pebbled, goose bumps sweeping over my skin as a breeze blew past.

“Why don’t you conjure a bed since you don’t want me to fuck you on the rooftop,” Kol said, waiting for me to do as he commanded. With a wave of my hand, a pillowy mattress was waiting for us. The moment it hit the roof he was moving, throwing me on the mattress and grabbing my ankles, spreading me wide open for him.

“I’ll never get bored of the sight of you.” His voice was so low and gravelly that it radiated through me, stirring a desperation I didn’t know I possessed.

My back arched off the bed as he let go of one ankle long enough to tease his claws through my pussy, coating them in my wetness and licking it off as his eyes locked with mine.

He took long enough that we were no longer alone. A shadow slithered over my body, icy and buzzing with power as it moved downward. It slowly slid into my pussy before Kol could fill me.

“You said catch you,” Monty called out. “So I did.”

“And you think I won’t fuck that shadow right into her?” Kol asked with more than a little malice. They could fight all they wanted if Monty kept controlling his shadows so beautifully. Between the buzz of energy and the slow pace, I was writhing and moaning as he fucked me with it.

Kol noticed how much I was enjoying it and dropped the fight, instead lining himself up and pushing in alongside the shadow so I was stretched to my limits and beyond.

“It’s too much,” I protested with a whimper. My fingers were clenching in the bed sheets as I tried to escape the intensity of it. He grinded his hips against mine as if it would help ease the pain. Just when I thought pain wasn’t an issue, these two showed me how wrong I was.

“Oh, I think our queen can handle us, don’t you, Kol?” Monty teased as they forwent the pissing contest and worked together.

Kol tried to speak but a particular sharp jolt of electricity had us both crying out.

“Ivar,” Kol ground out, glaring at the demon who looked pleased with himself.

“Let’s see how long it takes before I break you both,” Monty drew out as he paced closer, dropping his own shadow-clad robes to expose himself. My eyes trailed down and I was glad he wasn’t the one fucking me alongside his shadows. There would be nothing of me left.

As if we were his playthings, Monty used his show of power to lift us into the air and flipped us over so I was now straddling Kol.

“I’m not going to be left out,” Monty teased as he pushed my back so I was crushing my chest to Kol’s. His shadows trailed down my spine, a tendril winding around my front and wrapping around my breasts, teasing shocks going to my nipples as he continued to pulsate between Kol and me.

I knew what was coming, but I still screamed out against the intrusion as his shadow slid into my ass. It was a blinding pain but somehow the icy shadow soothed it at the same time, letting him stretch me out by growing slowly until it would fit him.

I could barely breathe. He somehow caused pain, yet was being gentle enough at the same time. And apparently, he also thought lube and shadows were the same.

“I’m not going to be able to save the world if I can’t walk, Monty,” I complained. But the words morphed into a moan as he pushed himself inside of me, filling the absence his shadows left behind.

The warring sensations of the two monsters filling me was as if I were being torn apart and then put back together over and over again. The thin barrier my body had between them was stretched beyond comprehension but they didn’t care. I would likely heal and they would be satisfied. In their minds, that was a win, and the shockwaves of pleasure rocking through me agreed.

Even Kol’s protests had died away as he fucked me again, thrusting into me from below while Monty fucked me from behind. They made no attempt at setting a rhythm, instead falling into an alternating synchronicity that ensured I never had a moment to adjust, breathe, or think.

Monty knew I was at my breaking point, his shadows working together over my clit, my cunt, and my nipples, to throw me into an orgasm he refused to let ebb away.

When one turned to two, then three, I was screaming into the night, no longer caring that the entirety of Dark Haven and Ridgefield knew I was being claimed on this rooftop.

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