He shut off the water, mindful that his other mates would be wanting to use it after they left the bathroom and took one of the towels that hung on the rack to the side lifting it to his nose. Verity had used it, he thought, pleased, and wrapped it around Charon who laughed breathlessly. Dior tasted his laughter, stroking his tongue over the other man’s lips as he used the towel to bring Charon’s body against himself with a groan.
Charon’s hand stroked down his back, closing over the curve of Dior’s arse cheek, pulling him tighter, pressing both of their erections tightly between them. Dior broke the kiss to trace his way down the line of Charon’s neck, feeling the man’s stubble prick against his lips.
He drew his tongue across his skin, capturing the beads of water that ran off the dark-haired man’s still wet locks.
Charon moaned, and Dior felt his erection jerk against him. The lion gargoyle grinned, closing his teeth on Charon’s sensitive skin, a gentle nip. “Mine,” the lion purred.
“Yes,” Charon agreed on a moan. “Mine also,” he caught Dior’s face between his hands and took the lion’s mouth, leaning his weight on the other man, trusting that Dior would hold them both upright. Dior ground his hips, stimulating them both, and Charon breath hissed in through his clenched teeth. “F-k, I am going to make mess of both of us, soon.”
Dior reached between them, cupping Charon’s balls, the heat of his palm causing the winged man’s knees to tremble. “Oh, f-k,” Charon threw his head back.
Dior heard the bathroom door close and looked up to find that Etienne had crept in. The griffin grinned wickedly and grabbed the other towel off the rack, dropping it to the ground before the vanity as a cushion for his knees. “Bring the petite pigeon here, Dior,” he demanded. “He can brace against the vanity as we take him.”
Dior chuckled. “Etienne gets demanding,” he said against Charon’s skin as he turned the other man, guiding him out of the shower and positioning him against the vanity. Charon exclaimed as Etienne took him into his mouth, and Dior stroked himself as he watched his mate’s f-k. He waited until Charon’s cries had been reduced to sobs of breath before stepping up and pushing his way into the man, timing it just right, so that the prostrate stimulation caused Charon to come, hard, his exclamation echoing around the room.
It did not take long for Dior to follow, watching Charon’s face in the mirror as he came pushing him to the edge of his own release.
“F-k,” Charon moaned, sagging forward onto his elbows.
“Rinse off,” Etienne told them. “Then let me shower.”
“What about you?” Charon asked.
“Ah, I will wait until we have made a nice nest,” the griffin’s grin was wicked. “And indulge properly.”
Dior and Charon rinsed off the sweat and come from their skin and then left the griffin to shower. As they left the bathroom wet and naked, Verity laughed. “There are towels,” she scolded them and went to a linen cupboard built into the wall, passing them clean towels. “Men.”
Blaise’s laughed. “Le pigeon a l’air bien utilisé,” he commented.
Dior glanced at Charon and chuckled. The winged man looked a little dazed.
“What did you say?” Verity asked the goat gargoyle.
“Dior f-ked Charon stupid in the bathroom,” Blaise told her. “Told you that he would.”
“Oh,” Verity giggled, and walked up to the winged man, wrapping her arm around his waist. “It is okay, Charon, they did the same to me the first night.”
“And intend to do so again once everyone is clean and fed,” Dior told her, wrapping his towel around his waist and taking a seat at the table where the food awaited him. “We will make a nest in the living room, none of the beds here will be big enough.”
“Whilst Verity and I shower,” Blaise caught Verity by the elbow and drew her towards the bathroom door.
Charon sat beside Dior and pulled one of the two waiting plates before him, surprised by how hungry he was. The food was unfamiliar in the majority, but it tasted good, slightly salty, and he ate with enthusiasm.
“Blaise is enjoying having a female mate,” Dior observed as he took a drink from the water set before him. “He will be doing his utmost to see to it that his seed takes root at her next ovulation if she did not conceive on our first night together. Though, truly, we should let Etienne have the first child by her – griffins are the rarest amongst us.”
“Is that so?” Charon slid a look at him from the corner of his eye. “I am not surprised. I think my people decided that gargoyles were simply too dangerous to let live. I am surprised they freed any of you.”
Dior grinned toothily. “That makes me very proud to be a gargoyle,” he declared.
“Hmm,” Charon stirred his fork through his food. “I am not very proud to be one of Nephilim.”
“Nephilim is your name for yourselves? I have heard angels and devils, and Winged Hellions.”
“Angels and devils are what the slaves call our people,” Charon agreed. “But, to us we are the Elioud and Rephaim, of the Nephilim. One of my people,” he dropped his voice to barely more than a murmur. “Raped Verity. Has she told you of this?”
“Yes,” Dior considered him. “Not in detail. She said that she had been raped and forced to suck off Nate,” he bared his teeth. “Something I am yet to discuss with him.”
“I did not know about that,” Charon’s jaw clenched. “Knowing that she had been raped by one of my people… It was another reason I was hesitant to act,” he admitted. “I did not want her to fear me.”
“Verity does not fear you,” Dior assured him, reaching out to place his hand over the other man’s knee. “Come, let us make a nest. I am looking forward to spending the rest of the day and this night bonding with my mates. Tomorrow we will need to see that the werewolves and the Nephilim. Have reached an agreement, and then we need to find Alatar and speak to him.”
“If they open a portal into my world, they will die,” Charon predicted direly. “And my people will retaliate. The games are nothing compared to actual warfare, Dior.”
Dior nodded and sighed. “We will work it out, my mate,” he assured the winged man. “I do not know how yet, but it will come to me. Come,” he rose. “In times of war, the peaceful moments need to be appreciated and we are in one such moment now. Let us make our mates a nest in which to spend the night. You will feel better doing something for them.”
Together they dragged the mattresses off two of the beds into the living area and remade them with sheets and blankets. Dior dug into the wardrobe finding clothing for them all and brought that out into the living room – they might be in a peaceful moment, but that did not mean that it would remain so, and they might need clothing in a hurry.
“Should we investigate the death that we smelled outside?” Charon wondered.
Dior hesitated, his eyes turning to the bathroom. His lips curled as he heard a moan from the other side, but before he could answer the winged man, the door opened and Blaise walked out, rubbing his hair dry on a towel. Dior could see beyond him a tangle of limbs on the floor, and Etienne’s buttocks flexing as he thrusted. Blaise tossed the towel over his shoulder and strolled between them, utterly bare, giving Dior a wink.
“F-k,” Charon whispered. “And there I am, hard again,” he said ruefully.
Dior chuckled. “Me too. We will investigate the source of that smell another time. Right now,” his eyes turned mischievous. “I think our goat wants to play.” The lion gargoyle growled as he stalked the goat over to the nest, and Charon heard Blaise’s laughter as Dior brought him down onto the mattress, catching him by his wet white-blond hair in order to kiss him.
Charon watched the lion gargoyle kiss the goat with heart rending tenderness and felt as if his heart would burst free of his chest, but along with the almost overwhelming sense of joy, was a sharp spike of fear. Dior was right. This was a peaceful moment, and it would pass.
“Here, I will share mon petite chou,” Etienne paused at his side and Charon caught Verity up against him almost before realizing that the griffin had passed her across.
“You look sad,” Verity reached up to touch Charon’s cheek. “Are you alright, Charon?”
“Yes,” Charon decided, and grinned at Etienne. “Thank you.”
“Perhaps I will take you as you take mon chou?” Etienne’s slow smile started a fire in the pit of Charon’s stomach. “You will like it and so will she.”
“Oh god,” Verity laughed and wrapped her arms around Charon’s neck. “Etienne is just so… naughty, Charon,” she told him.
Etienne stepped up to them and pressed kisses against her neck whilst reaching beneath her to cup Charon, causing the winged man to moan. “Shall I show you just how naughty, mon pigeon?” He asked Charon.
Charon laughed breathlessly. “Yes,” he leaned over Verity to kiss the griffin, and groaned into his mouth as Etienne’s grip tightened. The griffin released him and eased the kiss, indicating with his head to the mattresses where Dior and Blaise tangled.
Charon laid Verity down carefully next to the two men, and she lifted her mouth to his. His eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her, exploring the contours of her mouth. He fancied he could taste his other mates on her tongue before he reached the flavour that was unique to her, and the thought of what she might have done with Etienne and Blaise behind the closed bathroom door made him groan, his hips thrusting in reaction, driving his hardness against her, feeling the slickness from the other men’s seed seeping from her.
“F-k,” he groaned as he sank into her. “Oh, f-k.”
“She is slick, hm?” Etienne commented, laying out at their sides watching. “It feels good.”
“Yes,” Charon said through his teeth. “So good.”
“I will make it feel even better,” the griffin said with confidence. “In a moment.”
Verity pulled Charon’s mouth back to hers and wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him tightly to her. He caught her hands, entwining their fingers, and pinning them next to her head as he devoured and took her, feeling the moment that she heated around him, the subtle changes in texture and the way that her body clasped his that preceded her orgasm, and as if he had timed it precisely for that moment, Etienne curled his body over Charon’s and thrusted into him, so that Verity came, and the combination of her orgasm and Etienne’s c-k against his prostrate dragged Charon’s release from him with an intensity that was on the edge of painful.
His body went from orgasm, straight into the sensation of Etienne taking him, and he moaned, his senses overwhelmed. He could feel the tremors of orgasm still passing through Verity, dragged out by his body being pressed against hers in the motion of Etienne’s strokes and her fingers tightened around Charon’s as she sighed out a moan. “Oh, that is nice,” she breathed.
“Mmm,” Charon wasn’t sure that he could find words. The griffin’s fingers dug into his hips and his thrusts became jerky as he neared release, Charon moaning under the sensation of heat as Etienne sobbed out his orgasm. The griffin stroked his hand along Charon’s spine, between the silvered scars, down the small of his back.
“Mon pigeon,” the griffin murmured with affection. “That was good, hm?”
“Very,” it was Verity who answered.
Etienne lifted from Charon and rolled to the side between Verity and Dior. Blaise’s cheek rested on Dior’s chest, the goat’s eyes almost closed with satiation. Dior appeared to be sleeping until he lifted his other arm to put around Etienne when the griffin moved up to his side. Charon moved to the side of Verity, who rolled into Etienne’s back, pressing a kiss against Dior’s arm, causing the lion’s lips to curl.
Etienne reached behind him without looking, and Charon knew that it was his hand that the griffin sought, the griffin pulling him tighter to Verity so that he could place Charon’s hand on his heart and hold it there.
My mates, Charon thought as he pressed his face into Verity’s hair. He had to think of a way to keep them safe.