The Point of No Return

by Devyn Sinclair

I wasn’t going to be that kind of method actor. No voices like Joan of Arc.

“It’s true,” Meg confirmed. “But it’s also true that my love is violent. So don’t cross me.”

“You don’t have to justify it,” Meg said. “Everyone is a bit of a monster fucker at heart. Get your freak on and all that. Christine would sell her soul to fuck a monster. She even has dreams about them.”

And again, I felt that pull. That breathless tension that sought me like an arrow. Towards the two of them. All three of them. A hook low in my gut that told me these were men that I needed to know.

Okay, Christine. Calm the hell down. If Meg were here, she would tease me about wanting one of my romance novels to come to life. But was that a bad thing? I could think of worse things than being romanced.

Erik was tall, black hair shining like raven feathers under the lights of the hallway. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt showed corded forearms that led to what looked like an incredibly toned body.

Marius was blonde and had an easy smile that I could see charming himself out of any trouble that he could get into. If I didn’t know that he was French, I could have pegged him as a cowboy.

Lilacs. Hints of other flowers, but she smelled like that perfect first bloom of lilacs in summer. The way the sweetness hit you and then pulled you in deeper.

Christine Daniels had no idea how important she was to us. Had no idea that she was now the only thing that mattered.

“If you’re going to walk away,” he said, accent making everything in my body light up, “do it now.” “What happens if I stay?” His hands found my wrists, locking his fingers around them. “We show you what we want. We will make you come. Right here. Right now.”

“Are you going to run away ma petit e’toile?” My little star.

“You felt it right?” Erik asked, quiet and awed. “She’s our mate.” “She is.” The words were practically a snarl from Alex. “And she belongs to us.”

I was at their mercy. Rocking. Shuddering. Falling. Arching. Pleading.

“We’re not monsters. We are gargoyles though.” I stared at him. “Gargoyles.” “Yes,” Marius said. “Like the statue that just cracked? And almost killed me?” “Yes.” “Like the children’s TV show?” There was silence at that. “There’s a television show about Gargoyles?”

“Why you? Because we need you. We waited for you. Felt you the moment you stepped out of your car here. Knew that your voice lit us up like lightning. But I also knew the second you fell into my arms that you were mine.”

My stomach swooped, and I swallowed. The whisper I managed was barely audible. “I’m your mate?” The growls from all three of them rippled through me, causing my knees to give out. Their arms and claws and tails were the only thing keeping me upright. “That’s right,” Alex said, the transformation completing. Somehow he still moved as stone, slow and steady, lifting me and carrying me to the bed. “You’re our fucking mate.”

“I told you that you’d regret telling us to prove it. My inner beast loves a challenge. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let us fuck you? Or do we have to tie you down while we make you beg for us to do it?”

I already knew that I was ruined for anyone but them. Nothing would feel like this.

“The fact that you read those and loved them made you believe us faster. I’m not shaming you for it. Please read more and tell me all the ways the characters fuck so we can try it.” I flushed, curling my face towards the bed. Not in embarrassment, but at the simple acceptance. Such a small thing. I was used to having to explain or justify. “Thank you.”

“We match you,” he said. “There is nothing that you can tell us that will shock us or make us think less of you. It doesn’t matter how dark or how dirty you think it is. You are ours. Your deepest, blackest desires were made to mirror us. You want to run? We want to chase you. You want to let us tie you down and fuck you with our tongues and tails until you forget the power of speech? It would be my pleasure.”

“No no. Take them off. I’m not going to move. You’re a dancer. Use that flexibility.” Fuck.

The way I was bent—helpless—he towered over me. A dark monolith, with his cock the perfect height to take my mouth.

The monster’s slave. Puppet. Plaything.

So much better than a fucking dream and a vibrator.

Alex’s dominant passion that wanted to see me beneath him, undone. Erik and flickery, fiery need that felt like he was about to start running and chasing me any second. Marius’s deep and steady want to take his time and wring pleasure from me just because he could. They were all inside me.

They didn’t have to hear me speak to feel what I was feeling now, and their amusement quickly turned to possessive arousal from knowing that I loved their marks on me. In turn, my own arousal crashed over me like a wave. “You guys can’t do that,” I whispered. “If I’m in the middle of rehearsal and suddenly horny it will be a disaster.” I felt absolutely no remorse from any of them.

Just like them, I was changed. My energy shifted. Their energy shifted. We shifted together, always perfectly aligned. All I felt was relief. And my heart stopped beating.

Through our connection their pleasure was my pleasure, and mine was theirs. It was like having four orgasms at once. Mind-melting and gorgeous.