The good news is this is extra long. The somewhat bad news (depending on how you look at it) is this one is a bit of a transition segment. Turns out, I had to do some set up to get Shan’s walk-on part prepped the way I wanted it, so the “meat” of that scene will be in the next part (Shan, I promise I’m not purposefully tormenting you, no matter what anyone else says! lol). Hopefully, there are enough things to enjoy in this part that you all won’t pelt me with too much rotten fruit. And of course, it wasn’t entirely my fault. As you will note, neither Daegan nor Gideon were in a big hurry to get up off their asses at the beginning! Had the same problem with Marcus and Thomas in Rough Canvas. No sense of schedule or word count at all. Every time I was trying to achieve a plot point, they had to have an erotic side trip because they couldn’t keep their hands off one another. You know how guys are – sex sex sex, all the time! Glad we women aren’t like that. Ahem. Enjoy!
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Gideon drank long and deep, emptying the water bottle in one go. He fumbled it toward the end, but Daegan kept holding his wrist and hand, anticipating his servant’s lack of coordination. When he was done, Gideon realized he was still thirsty. But not for water.
Setting the bottle aside, Daegan unlocked the manacle around Gideon’s wrist, freeing him, at least in one sense. Laying his palm on Gideon’s forehead, Daegan kept Gideon’s head resting on his shoulder and chest, even while Daegan played with the strands of hair there, a drifting caress. The languorous strokes, Daegan’s intriguingly bare-ass naked body behind him… It reminded Gideon of lying on a raft in quiet surf, being okay with the tug of the current, wherever it took him, because the sun was warm, the breeze was gentle, and the ocean was so much larger and more powerful than himself. There was a comfort to that.
His head moved with the motion of that hand, slow increments, until his face was turned into Daegan’s neck, mouth an inch away. His nostrils flared, taking in the vampire’s scent. He wanted to taste. To bite. To drink. Since he’d become Daegan’s thirdmark, he hadn’t really asked for that. Not from the male vampire.
Daegan was silent, but his fingers continued that caress. Gideon realized his hand had fallen on the male’s thigh, just below his knee. He kept his face pressed toward Daegan’s neck, but he looked down at his hand as if he wasn’t entirely sure what it was about to do, and maybe he wasn’t. He curled his fingers, touched firm skin. No hair of course. Vampires had no hair below the neck, but that didn’t make Daegan girlish at all. He was like one of those Roman statues, all smooth muscles that Gideon had never considered arousing until he compared them to Daegan. Jesus, he was turning into a fucking fairy.
Daegan’s lips pulled into a smile against his temple. I don’t think you have to worry about a guest appearance on Queer Eye. Except as one of the very straight, poorly dressed, utter slobs they are trying to rehabilitate.
He’d let that smartass remark pass. One, because he’d have a better chance of getting even when Daegan was off-guard later. A nice right jab to the testicles would do. He’d also point out to the antiquated fanged fossil that the show had been off the air for a few years now. But right now he had something else capturing his attention.
Gideon watched his own fingers slide a few inches down that thigh, as far as he could go before his own armpit got in the way, then back up toward the knee. Daegan was all lean strength of course, and stroking the lines of it was…mesmerizing. He did it again, and became even more aware of where lots of other muscle was touching him. Daegan’s chest against his shoulder blades. His ridged abdomen against his lower back. His cock, pushed against the top of his ass.
Technically, the cock is not a muscle.
Gideon huffed out a half chuckle, and was amazed to see a ripple of gooseflesh cross Daegan’s forearm. His breath on Daegan’s neck had caused that reaction, as well as a stirring of that beast at his lower back.
It made him think about touching Anwyn. There were few things in the world Gideon loved as much as touching his Mistress. Sometimes, she’d withhold that permission, knowing how the denial aroused him, but he knew she liked his hands, his mouth on her. While he savored every taste, the way her skin felt, he loved the little noises, the caught breath, the movements that betrayed her desire. Women reacted with their whole bodies to stimulation, from violent undulation to a simple pressing together of their lips. But until this moment, he hadn’t noticed that a man could react in such subtle ways as well.
He did it again, this time deliberately. A heated breath against that major artery. Daegan’s fingers twitched against his sternum, thumb doing a pass over his nipple that made Gideon’s lower gut tighten. Wow. Fucking hell. He brought his mouth closer, but before he made contact, Daegan caught his hair in one strong hand, held him off, tilting his head until they were eye to eye. His eyes had done that startling thing, where the dark brown color had taken over the whole eye, no whites, so it was like Gideon was looking into a pitch dark room, wondering whether it was a good idea to step blindly over the threshold.
Fuck it. He wanted that darkness. But then Daegan’s other hand came up, caught his throat. Reflexively, Gideon’s hand landed over it, tightened, and they were locked there, teetering on that prelude to physical combat. Gideon could turn it into that, Daegan could squelch it, they could start from square one again. Or…
“Let go of me, vampire hunter,” Daegan said, his voice holding that dangerous edge. He wasn’t in the mood to play. Normally, that would be the trigger Gideon needed to ignore him, test the limits, do whatever the hell he wanted and see what Daegan would do to override him.
He didn’t do that this time. But he didn’t let go, either. Gideon closed his eyes, eased his touch so his fingers spread, settling over Daegan’s on his throat. He felt the heat and strength, the taut tendons as his touch slid to Daegan’s hand, then the wrist and forearm, all the way to the biceps. When he reached that point, he gripped and held, not in struggle or defense, but to connect. And then he spoke, direct to the vampire’s mind.
I’m still thirsty. I want…to take it from your throat.
He opened his eyes, stared into Daegan’s. Because of that freaky snake charmer eye thing the vampire had going, he couldn’t really tell what Daegan was thinking, but he knew the male was a hundred and fifty percent involved in this moment, in Gideon’s every move, his expression, the slight, not-the-least-bit-unmanly break in his mind-voice.
The intercom buzzed.
While it wasn’t unusual for Anwyn to receive a call from upstairs, she had a very competent staff and those interruptions were minimal. Since they’d been made aware she now had a “health problem” that sometimes indisposed her, their competence had only increased. They also knew she was gone for the weekend, so the only reason they’d be buzzing down was if they had a security problem. Gideon backed up James, the head of security, when needed. As such, Daegan’s eyes immediately returned to normal, his hand dropping from Gideon’s neck, both of them going on alert.
“Intercom on,” Gideon called out, since the speaker system fortunately responded to voice commands. “Yes?”
“Gideon? It’s Ella.”
Fortunately, the staff submissive sounded nervous but not too rattled. “Yeah, Ella. What’s up?”
“We have a problem with one of the sessions planned for tonight. We need a favor. Um…the other girls didn’t think I should bother you, but I thought it was something you might consider. Can I come down and ask you something, or would you be willing to come up?”
Realizing it wasn’t a security emergency, Daegan had decided to entertain himself. He closed his hand around Gideon’s cock in a firm squeeze, fingers stroking with diabolical purpose. Though Gideon had twitched in his arms when the intercom first buzzed, Daegan hadn’t allowed Gideon out of his seated position between his thighs. Gideon had been sort of okay with that, but he didn’t know how he felt about his dick being fondled while he was talking to Ella.
Jesus. The vamp had a skilled touch. His dumbass cock shouldn’t be asking for more after four orgasms, but Gideon was hardening. Though Ella couldn’t see him, it still felt…disturbing. While he had a friendly relationship with most of the subs on staff, she was the submissive toward whom he felt most protective. A few weeks ago, he’d helped James pull her out of a sticky situation with a Dom who shouldn’t have gotten through the door. A guy who’d been vetted when Anwyn wasn’t on her game the way she usually was. So Ella knew Gideon as an alpha guy who sometimes helped James with security, not some…
Daegan squeezed harder, uncomfortably tight. Slave? His mind tone was heat and coolness at once, a warning and a withdrawal. While it raised the hackles on Gideon’s neck, unexpected regret speared through his gut, given where they’d been a moment or two ago, on the edge of…something. Now he’d done something to turn Daegan off.
The vampire wrapped his fingers back around his throat and jaw, turned Gideon’s face so his mouth captured Gideon’s, raw and hot. You can piss me off, Gideon. You couldn’t turn me off if you tried.
“Fuck,” Gideon muttered. Daegan let go of his mouth, but his hand down there got even more insistent, fist-pumping him slow and sure. He closed his hands on Daegan’s thighs. He knew better than to try and stop the vamp. Though of course he could if he wanted to.
Of course you could. Not.
“What was that?” Ella had apparently picked up Gideon’s expletive, but she also had something else to get out, so she didn’t wait for a response, thank God. “Oh, and if you’re agreeable, it-might-involve-Mr.-Jones-too.”
That rushed finale stopped Daegan. His fingers flexed, making Gideon go cross-eyed. In just that short time, his thighs had started to get drum tight, his ass rising off the floor in tune with that firm stroke. Hell, he shouldn’t have had that thought. Wouldn’t want Daegan to get smug.
I know exactly what effect I have on your body, Gideon.
Gideon glanced back at that little stress, but Daegan shifted, pushing him off so they could get up, though at least the shove had the tone of roughhoused affection. “Yes, Ella,” Daegan replied for both of them. “You can come down. We’ll punch up the security code.”
Gideon imagined Ella had blanched at that unexpected voice. The Atlantis staff knew Anwyn lived with two males, but Daegan kept a pretty low profile with them, not difficult since the guy could move way faster than any human could detect. James and a few of the staff had of course met him, but Anwyn made it clear that “Mr. Jones” preferred his privacy, and of course since their business was all about discretion, they respected that.
The pseudonym might be a decidedly unoriginal name, but generic names served a purpose. They didn’t stand out, and emphasized that Anwyn didn’t invite questions about him, though of course anyone who encountered Daegan was unlikely to forget him, even if his name was John Fucking Doe. Even at a distance, he’d made enough of an impression Ella was probably rethinking her audacity.
Come to think of it, Gideon himself was pretty surprised Daegan had spoken up. But Daegan didn’t offer an explanation, just a hand to pull him off the floor. The vampire picked up his own jeans and yanked them on bare-assed. “You might want to get dressed before she gets down here,” he suggested. Moving to the wall, he punched in the security code to open the elevator doors one level up.
Gideon retrieved his jeans and pulled them on, glad Daegan had cleaned him up with the sponge bath. Else he would have had to perform a lightning fast shower between the time Ella stepped into the elevator and the ten seconds before the doors opened, which was beyond even a thirdmark’s enhanced abilities. Though maybe not Daegan’s. Of course, that was one thing Daegan never rushed. The guy loved a hot shower, and from his own violent career path, Gideon knew it helped wash off the sense of blood, though nothing got rid of it entirely. Not once you’d been immersed in enough of it, way too many times.
Apparently his libido still hadn’t settled, because that serious thought couldn’t erase the visual of him and Daegan in the shower together, Daegan giving him an even more thorough washing, pushing him down so the heels of his hands were on the tub edge as Daegan lubed himself up and sank deep into him again, the hot water beating on both of them, steam swirling over slick, rippling muscle…
Daegan lifted his head, met his eyes. There was something a little dangerous in that expression, just like when he’d caught Gideon by the throat. “I’ll consider that, vampire hunter,” he murmured.
Gideon concealed the hot flush that swept over his upper body by pulling his T-shirt over his head. As he did, the elevator made the noise it did right before it opened. The double doors parted.
Ella had an hourglass Marilyn Monroe figure with lush curves. Along with her long red hair and a doe’s dark brown eyes, she could get a guy hard in a blink. She had a unique grasp of her submissive personality, such that she could tailor it for the needs of different clients. Whether she was feisty brat or docile servant to the paying Master or Mistress, her underlying nature, the desire to serve, was deep, true and real, and of course made her a valuable asset to Atlantis.
She was also well liked by the team of long-term employees who considered one another family, thanks to Anwyn’s intuitive hiring skills and the fact she was a damn good boss. Good professional subs were as valuable as good professional Doms, due to the exceptional talent both required to handle an ever-rotating client base. At least, that’s what Anwyn said. While he didn’t know about that, Gideon knew he liked Ella, liked her forthrightness. Her only drawback was she was often all intuition and feeling. Which was a double-edged sword, because what made her popular with clients could also endanger her, in the wrong situation. Like many subs, Ella could get lost in her head and the Dom’s desires and forget to protect herself.
As a result, Anwyn particularly screened the clients who requested Ella, making sure they were the kind who never forgot a Dom’s responsibility to care for a sub, no matter how deep or intense a session became. His Mistress had the right touch not only for vetting clients wanting to hire a sub for the night, but for pairing them up to the right staff member.
The night Ella had needed to be bailed out from a Dom who stepped over the lines had been a bad night. It had shaken Anwyn’s confidence in herself deeply. After ensuring Ella was all right, that consequence had been Daegan and Gideon’s primary concern.
But it was also that night which had won Ella a permanent place in Gideon’s heart. When Anwyn was falling to pieces over it in her office later, Ella had slipped in at that key moment. She’d gone to her knees in front of his formidable Mistress and put her arms around her.
“I love you, Mistress,” the young woman had said, calm and clear-eyed. “The very first day I was hired, you told me that mistakes are always going to happen. The key is keeping them to a minimum and being prepared when they do happen. You were prepared. James and Gideon came. You keep us safe. I’m never afraid here, and we don’t want you to be, either.”
Other staff members had come in then, hugged her as well. It wasn’t just Daegan and Gideon who wouldn’t let Anwyn back away from being who she was to Atlantis. She was its heart, and they all knew it.
Remembering that moment now, he gave her a look of warm reassurance. From her wary expression, he knew she wasn’t sure what to make of Daegan being actively part of the conversation. As she stepped out of the elevators, her eyes went right to the vampire, leaning against the couch in her direct line of sight. Since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, just those jeans and bare feet, Gideon was already in motion. He caught her as she pretty much stumbled over the threshold. Yeah, Daegan had that effect on women. Okay, sometimes men, too.
No, I’m not going to feed your ego and say it, Gideon thought testily as Daegan gave him the expected raised brow and ironic glance.
The vampire’s eyes glinted, but he rose to his feet. “What may we do for you, Ella?”
Daegan took the leadership role in this, surprising Gideon, but Ella seemed to take that in stride. Of course, she was a skilled, professional submissive. It probably took her three seconds to realize “Mr. Jones” was a formidable Master. So what did she think Gideon was?
Slave. The word echoed in his mind again. Gideon tightened his jaw, firmly deciding to focus on Ella. She might faint if Daegan took a couple steps toward her, so he better be ready to catch her.
Fortunately, she displayed the fortitude he’d come to expect from her.
Her lashes swept down as she inclined her head to Daegan, an obvious gesture of deference. “I’m so sorry to bother you both, but I think this is pretty important. We have an appointment scheduled tonight that’s hit a snag. The Dom, Aaron, paid for a session for his fiancée Shannon. It’s for her birthday. She’s loved vampires since she was a little girl, so he’s been working with Anwyn for a couple months to engineer a fantasy where she surrenders to a vampire and his servant.”
Gideon wondered if Daegan was having as much trouble keeping an impassive expression as he was, given that Ella was unknowingly facing a vampire and his servant right now. However, Gideon did manage to telegraph a confirmation to Daegan. Anwyn had vaguely mentioned something about a fantasy of that sort. All types of scenarios were choreographed for clients, some for exorbitant fees, depending on how elaborate they were. She didn’t always mention all of them to Gideon, but this one had come up briefly, a humorous topic, for obvious reasons.
“It’s a test run for them,” Ella continued. “They’re both pretty new to the scene. It’s the first time she’s been part of a BDSM session in a club environment like this. The fiancé is still learning the ropes about being her Dom. He planned to watch, and then come in toward the end, take over. Two birds with one net.” Ella’s glance strayed to Gideon, probably seeking a little encouragement, because so far Daegan’s expression wasn’t revealing whether he was going to be affable or try to eat her.
He wasn’t sure he gave her what she needed there, because she accelerated the dialogue in that fascinating women had—dumping a huge load of information in less than ten seconds.
“Richard and Dave were supposed to do the honors, but Richard came down with a twenty-four hour flu, and Dave of course only works with Richard. Unfortunately, Richard has been so sick, he forgot to call it in, and Dave thought he already had. We don’t really have any other male Master/sub pairings used to working in tandem with each other on the floor tonight, and this is a complicated role playing scene. Aaron and Shannon are driving in from a couple hours away and we can’t get in touch, because they’ve already left their hotel. They’re on a month long trip in the states, visiting from Australia. This is the last week of the trip, the grand finale. We have the info on all the boundaries and limits for the session—”
“Okay, we’re getting the situation,” Gideon interjected. “But what is it you need from us?”
Ella turned toward him with obvious relief in her expression, though the tension in her shoulders said she was well aware of Daegan’s unwavering scrutiny. “Forgive me if I seem a little direct about this”—a flicker of her gaze toward Daegan, indicating exactly whose forgiveness she was soliciting—“but a few weeks ago, I saw you two together, in the corridor outside the elevator. The way you were with each other… I’ve seen you with Mr. Jones a couple times since then and…” She gave a helpless little shrug. “Perils of the job, I’m afraid. It seems pretty clear that he’s your Master, and you serve him, as well as Mistress Anwyn. So I didn’t know if you’d even consider it, but I had this feeling, maybe. The fiancé doesn’t want actual sex, of course. Just playing around the edges, give her release… But if you’re not at all interested, I’ll just go back upstairs and see what we can figure out. And please don’t get me fired.”
Gideon blinked, spoke slowly. “So, based on seeing us together a couple times, you think we can roleplay vampire and servant in a paid session with a woman we’ve never met? While her fiancé watches?”
Ella beamed brightly. “Yes. That pretty much sums it up. There’s a dramatic tension between you…it meshes. I thought you could pull it off really well, if you’re comfortable with it. Since you’re with Mistress Anwyn, and have been staying at the club awhile, I know you’re pretty experienced.”
Triple scoops of irony on a banana split sundae. Fuck. No one on staff except James knew what Daegan was, after all. Hell, they didn’t even know Anwyn was a vampire.
“You see him as a vampire?” Gideon hooked a thumb in Daegan’s direction. “Really? I think that’s kind of a stretch.”
“Him, no stretch at all.” Ella arched a brow, apparently more sure of herself now that she recognized he was teasing her. “You, as a servant? That would be the stretch.” She sobered. “And you’re not, not really. Except with him, and Anwyn. It comes out real strong with them. I notice things.” Ella shrugged, sighed. With visible effort, she turned back toward Daegan, but kept her eyes fastened to his chest. Or perhaps wandering over it was more accurate.
“Mr. Jones, I don’t want to offend you, so if this is something that was completely inappropriate, I’m sorry. I’ll just go back upstairs.”
Daegan shifted, lips pursing in a very distracting way. It even made Ella’s glance flicker up for one brave moment. “Do you have the paperwork with you?”
“Yes, definitely.” Ella slipped a folder out from under her arm. She was closer to Gideon, but when he reached for it, Daegan made a quelling noise that brought their attention to him. He extended his hand. “Give it to me, Ella.”
She handed the file to Daegan, who was ignoring Gideon’s narrowed glance. Planting his fine ass back on the edge of the couch, he looked through it, silent. Ella shifted her attention to Gideon during. As she gave him a questioning look, he shrugged, trying to act casual.
“You want a soda or anything?” Was Daegan really considering this? Why wasn’t he telling her no fucking way, sending her back up? Gideon didn’t want to see Ella called down for it, though. And truth, Anwyn likely wouldn’t chastise her, because she appreciated staff initiative to make their clients happy, but that didn’t mean that this was doable.
You are very doable, Gideon.
Before Ella interrupted, I believe your desire was to bite me.
Gideon chose not to respond to that, increasing his concentration on Ella to laser fierceness. “Soda?” he prompted again, through gritted teeth. “Or chocolate milk and cookies?” He really wasn’t entirely comfortable, even in his mind, dealing with this side of Daegan and him in front of her. Hell, he still had trouble with it when it was just the two of them.
But it didn’t seem to bother Ella at all. She made a face at him, stuck out her tongue the same way she’d do if he was picking on her upstairs. She apparently didn’t even consider it a bump in the road, thinking of him as Daegan’s submissive.
What would it be like if it wasn’t such a problem for him, if he could let go of this nagging sense of self-consciousness about it when he was around others? It was an oddly wistful, unexpected thought.
Ella moved a stepped closer, tilting her head up to study his face. Wetting one of her long-nailed fingers, she smoothed a stray strand of his hair at his temple. “You have headmask hair,” she said, with a teasing smile.
He caught her wrist, lightly pushed it away. “Brat.” He’d gotten used to the girls petting and teasing him. The Mistresses did it, too, but in a kind of a different way. It all made him feel good. Like he was part of the family Anwyn had created here. Like Atlantis had become his home.
She immediately turned her attention to Daegan. “Yes, sir?”
“While I agreed to let you come down to see us, you interrupted a session in process. I think that’s obvious.”
She colored about three shades of rose, stepped back from Gideon as if she’d been hit by a Taser. “My apologies, sir. I shouldn’t have touched him.”
What the hell? Gideon looked between them, but it was as if he wasn’t even there, Daegan’s total attention on Ella and hers on him, though her gaze was lowered. She looked ready to kneel if Daegan ordered it.
“Not without your permission,” she amended.
“Hmm.” Daegan handed the folder back to her, drawing her gaze back up to his face. “Your behavior toward him is fine; you merely should have asked first. How long before they arrive?”
“A half hour. It’ll take about thirty minutes to get them set up. Shannon knows what her fiancé is giving her, so that part’s not a surprise. But she doesn’t know any details. Just that tonight her Master is turning her over to a vampire and his servant. And that he’s given us her limits and boundaries, and he’ll be watching from an observation room.”
“All right. I’m going to step into the next room to contact Anwyn, discuss this, because he belongs to her as well.” Daegan shifted his glance to Gideon, nodded, and then pivoted toward his bedroom. When he did, Gideon gave Ella a pinch that made her jump. She shot him a mischievous look, stepped a safer distance away.
“Sir?” When Daegan stopped, looked back, Ella dimpled. “Do I have permission to resume touching?”
“Within reason.” His lips quirked. “Gideon knows his limits.”
Gideon bared his teeth in a feral grin that made her giggle. But when Daegan disappeared down the hall, Ella turned to him, giving him a flurry of teasing smacks against his arm that had him backpedaling, fending her off.
“Shit,” she whispered. “I thought I’d be talking to you alone, Gideon. Running this by you to get your take before we sprang it on him. I am so dead. Anwyn’s going to put me on closing shift for the next millennium.”
“No, she’s not. It’s fine.” Fondly, he looped an arm around her neck, pulled her to his side and dropped a kiss on her head. Tugged her hair. “I’m sure she’ll just have you publicly flogged and then paraded around in a stock for a month or two.”
Ella sighed, glanced up at him. “Maybe you aren’t experienced enough to do this. Around here, that’s the reward for good behavior.”
She gave him an answering pinch and shoved away. “I’ll take a swallow of that soda. God, my mouth went dry as a bone, seeing him right there. He’s like a thousand kilowatt Dom, you know? If I was Anwyn and had the two of you in my bed, I’d stay in it until I had bedsores the size of pancakes. I’m lucky I didn’t spout complete gibberish in front of him.”
“Actually, you were on a pretty good jabber roll there…”
Gideon laughed, sliding toward the kitchen before she could get in another punch. It was good to play with a girl. It helped ease things up inside him. And made him miss Anwyn more.
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Daegan knew how he felt. Gideon wasn’t dead, so he could enjoy flirting with Ella, but Daegan knew his heart as he knew his own. Anwyn was the only woman they wanted.
There were other things Gideon wanted as well. Though Daegan had regretted Ella’s timing, Fate intervened for particular reasons. He found Ella’s idea…intriguing, for his own intentions.
He closed the door, so Ella wouldn’t know that he wasn’t dialing a phone, but reaching out with his mind. He and Gideon had made a pact they wouldn’t “dial” Anwyn; they’d wait for her to reach out to talk to them directly when she had time and inclination. One didn’t interrupt a visit with a vampire queen, and Lyssa had low tolerance for hovering. Of course, Daegan had employed the occasional subconscious mind touch to make sure Anwyn was doing well, wasn’t under stress. Since she didn’t typically block Gideon out of her mind, he’d done the same thing, such that they’d received an amused playful “push” back at least once or twice, an acknowledgment of their protective natures, both Master and alpha servant.
It felt so damn good to actively call out to her on that link, to feel her respond, turn to him. He savored that first mind-touch, the feminine shape of her in his mind, her intelligence and attention, the warmth and love she gave so generously. He gave her the situation, saw her immediately recall all the details she’d set up for the couple, weigh the idea. Laugh about Ella’s intuition and audacity. It made him smile as well.
So what about it, cher? Are you okay with this?
Yes. I hate for Aaron and Shannon to be disappointed. He’s been emailing me for weeks, working out the details, making sure it will be everything she wants. He loves her so much. Damn it, I’m going to shove vitamins down Richard’s throat. I keep telling him he needs to quit smoking and get healthier. Every virus knocks him down. A mental pause as she considered, and then he felt a stroke from her mind, a smile. I assume this doesn’t disrupt the one-on-one you have going with Gideon. He’s still taking direction from you, same way he’d be doing at a vampire affair, interacting with another servant under our combined or individual command. So it’s merely a continuation of the training we’ve been giving him. Plus, I suspect you already have an idea of how to twist this toward your objective.
You know me well. As I know you. Daegan’s lips curved. You’re more comfortable with him touching a sub, or her touching him, under the command of two Masters. A Mistress would be an entirely different matter.
You have no proof of that.
He sensed her mental sniff and chuckled. I’ve seen your staff subs treat him like their big adopted pit bull. Ella’s wrestling with him now. Whereas the Mistresses treat him with courteous warmth…and no touching.
I have nothing to do with that.
Mm-hmm. You’re possessive of your servant, and they know it.
Our servant. And before you get too smug, I’d like to see your reaction to another Master touching him. Fucking him.
Daegan had no conscious response to that, but he was sure she was aware of the predatory heat that rippled through his blood. He chose the graceful way out—introducing an entirely different subject. How long do you think he’ll continue to believe it was a spontaneous decision, rather than a carefully engineered plot, the two of us here alone this weekend?
Her delicate snort echoed in his mind. I expect he’s already figured it out, but being Gideon, he’s just ignoring a lot of things. You know how hard it is for me not to be tuning in to what you two have been doing? I expect a play-by-play detail when I return.
“It will just make you wet, cher. Wet and hot for both of us. We’ll have to fuck you for hours to sate you.” He spoke the words, knowing it increased the timbre of it in his mind. When he felt her shiver of reaction, he ached for her. God, he hated it when she wasn’t here, and he knew Gideon felt the same way. But he knew she needed this weekend. And he had his own goals to accomplish here, some essential training they both knew their servant needed. He made his tone more teasing.
Go back to your shopping and girl talk. You know Gideon is fervently hoping for some girl-on-girl action to report.
Her laughter wrapped around him, and he held onto it, closing his eyes. But she knew him too well. Her voice left a lingering whisper in his mind.
He’s getting there, Daegan. It’s there already, just waiting in his mind.
He’s stubborn as a castle wall.
While you are as relentless as time itself. I know who will prevail. And we all will win. I love you.
She was not a creature of great sentiment, didn’t gush I love yous. She was a Mistress, after all, so he held the words like the treasure they were.
Try to get into a little trouble. I want to have a reason to punish you when you come back.
Her laughter again, the lightness of it a good sign. She was having fun, she felt safe, wasn’t worried about seizures. All was well. If she could have that, he wouldn’t begrudge her a couple days away from him and Gideon. Much.
Breaking the link, or at least turning the volume down, he turned to leave the room. Time to tell Ella that Shannon was going to get her vampire and servant fantasy.
Already looking forward to Gideon’s reaction, Daegan grinned, imagining the irascible vampire hunter’s voice in his mind: We’re going to fucking do what?