And here’s Round Eight, the Finale! As always, let me know if you notice any typos or consistency problems, because I was mainly focusing on content. As always, sometime in the near future, the JWH fan forum mods will archive all eight segments as one downloadable file under the Vignette section, so you can revisit it anytime!
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Daegan was as good as his word. He gave Gideon ten, left his ass on fire, then tied him down spreadeagle to his bed. He put his mouth on Gideon’s cock until he was hard and aching, his ass abraded from clenching against the covers. When he was nearly spurting, Daegan released his legs, but only to hook the ropes under his knees, pull them up to the level of his chest so he was spread like a woman, an incredibly unsettling experience.
“You don’t get the luxury of refusing your Master, Gideon.” Daegan stood over him on his knees, put his cock up Gideon’s ass while staring down at him. Gideon clenched his jaw, his body shuddering, trembling as Daegan slid deep, withdrew, slid deep again, all while facing him, looking down at him, tied and helpless. “You’ll come this way, upon my command.”
And he did, but it fucked up his mind enough that when Daegan released him, he sprang, tried to wrestle him down. The vampire met him strength to strength, hand to hand, and then pretty much smothered him in the bedclothes as he fucked his ass once more.
But that was okay. It was all okay.
Especially when he woke a couple hours—Gideon couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so deeply—and realized Anwyn was home. He could feel her.
She wasn’t in their apartment, but she was upstairs, in the club. He felt the caressing touch of her mind, the sense that she’d be coming to him soon and he needed to wait on her. It wasn’t fair, because Daegan was with her, but since he wasn’t yet sure he had any feeling in his limbs, and he probably needed to take a shower and make himself a little more presentable once he could crawl to the bathroom, that would be all right. It was all good.
A glass of ice water, so cold the condensation dripped on his forearm, appeared in front of him, held by a familiar hand.
As much as he wanted to see Anwyn, it was a pleasant surprise, though a bit weird, to have his brother sitting on the edge of the bed, giving him an amused, understanding look. His tone was dry, the voice of experience, and Gideon couldn’t deny it, not with with the tangled bed clothes, his obvious dehydration and nakedness, and the room smelling of sweaty male fucking.
“Yeah.” Gideon cleared his throat, sat up enough to take the water. “But okay.”
“Hmm. They’re good at that. Taking us way beyond our threshold, but making us okay with it, every fucking time. Even when our heads stay a bit screwed up about it.”
“Yeah.” He was aching and sore in all the right ways, so redundant and monosyllabic were the best he could do.
“Daegan said she’d be down pretty soon. He went up about a half hour ago.”
“She went up to take the tour. Probably picking out a room we can use for a few hours.” Jacob’s lips tugged in a wry smile. “So I’m not going to be too smug. God only knows what will meet her fancy here. You know, it was a little strange, talking to Daegan, knowing he’d basically wrung you out like a dishcloth during the time we were gone. He looked pretty damn satisfied, though.”
Gideon grunted. Fortunately, his brother was used to that. His brother was used to all of this, too, and there was a comfort to that, to the fact he didn’t need to say anything else about it. Hell, he’d come quite a ways. At one time, he’d believed his brother would be better off dead than bound to a vampire mistress.
Hope you don’t feel that way about your binding to me.
And there Anwyn was, leaning in the doorway. All sexy and perfect in jeans, heels, a tight T-shirt with sparkly things on it that etched out a red heart with a silver dagger thrust through it. Since she’d essentially been out on the town having a fun girls’ night, she was carrying that appealing aura of the unattainable and available at once, which just roused the hunter in him more.
Her sensuous lips curving, she sauntered into the room, the jut of her breasts and casual sway of her hips enough to draw both males’ gazes. Jacob’s eyes flickered with renewed amusement.
“Can you give us a moment, Jacob?” she asked.
“I think you’ll need more than a moment, but sure.” He rose.
Gideon glanced at him, feeling a twinge of guilt at how much he wanted his little brother to scram so he could have Anwyn to himself.
“You heading out before I even get a chance to catch up on what’s happening with my nephew?”
“We’ll have time later. Your Mistress’s company takes precedence over mine.”
“Damn straight. She’s a lot prettier.”
“No argument there. So is my lady. She’s found what she wants and is calling.” Jacob gave him a friendly shove that set everything to aching again, but Gideon managed to cover it with a stoic grimace. When he was even with Anwyn, Jacob paused to give her a nod, a slight bow. “Remember,” he said quietly, a trace of seriousness in his gaze, “You never ask a servant to leave the room. You tell him.”
“I know. But I’m not so much a vampire yet that I’ll be high handed with family.” She pressed his arm with fondness, then let him go. After he left, closing the door behind him, Anwyn turned her gaze back to Gideon, studying him from head to toe, the naked body sprawled and barely covered by the sheet, the muss of his hair. He knew she’d scent the semen that had dried on his chest and abdomen after Daegan brought him to climax on his back like that, as well as what had dried on his balls and in the folds of his cock. She’d smell Daegan’s seed as well, because he’d been as good as his word, pulling out one time to come over Gideon’s ass, a primitive marking.
“You object to being fucked like a woman, Gideon? Like me?”
He lifted a shoulder. “Didn’t really mean it like that.”
“Sure you did.” She took another step closer, was now close enough to run a nail along his shoulder, tip up his chin, let the sharp edge drift over his jugular. She held his gaze with those blue-green ocean color eyes. “But you liked it when he did it. You came harder when he did that to you than any of the other times.”
Bending down, she brought her mouth so close to his he could feel the sweet whisper of her breath. His fingers closed on the sheet, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep from touching her another second, no matter the consequences.
“You haven’t welcomed me properly.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Lunging, he caught her by the waist and pulled her onto her knees on the mattress. Laughing, she knocked him down to his back, held him there with a hand on his chest as she straddled him.
“You don’t worry about being high handed with me,” he said, recalling her comment to Jacob.
“You need high handedness. Quite often.”
He propped his knees up behind her, forming a back rest. When she leaned against that support, they hooked hands so she could rock back, comfortable in her male cradle. “You miss me?” she asked.
“Not a bit. Watched Sons of Anarchy, drank beer, said women are icky and who needs them.” He wondered what Daegan was doing. There was a sense of expectation to her, as if she had something of major import to tell him. It made him a little nervous, wondering if he needed to be up and moving, finding weapons or at least something pointy. She read it from his mind, caressed his palm with her fingers.
“No, love. Nothing like that.”
“What’s going on?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” She cupped his face as he stroked her hair, her arms, a familiar touch she didn’t deny him. As he did, he got the myriad scents of a night out on the city. Coffeehouses, maybe a nightclub and a bakery. He hoped she’d brought some bearclaws back.
“Do you ever think of anything other than sex, food or fighting?”
“What else is there to think about? I missed you,” he admitted. “A lot. More than beer or bearclaws.”
“I’m glad. But I wanted you and Daegan to have time together.”
She had her sable locks down, so he twined a strand around his wrist, felt it stroke every nerve ending to life. “What was this all about? Really.”
“You think it was planned? You and Daegan?”
“I may be thickheaded and stubborn, but I’m not dumb.”
She cocked her head, gave him a smile. “Not about everything, I’ll give you that.” Then she sobered. “If I was killed, what do you think would happen, Gideon?”
He pushed himself upright immediately, sliding his arms around her hips and slim back. “Nothing’s going to happen to you. Not while either of us is alive.” He was ready to fight without a stitch on, with teeth and nails if needed. “What’s the matter?”
“Sshh.” She put her hands on his face again, but this time he closed his hands over her wrists. There was the side of him that was her servant, and the part that was her protector, and when they came in conflict, his priorities were never confused.
“Don’t sshh me. What—”
“This isn’t about me. I know you and Daegan would move Heaven and Earth to protect me. But it’s an uncertain world. If anything does happen to me, you won’t die. Daegan’s mark on you is stronger than my binding.”
He met her gaze, held there. And it clicked. The thoughts he’d been having about Daegan, the vulnerability, the childhood… “Did you plant those things, lead me to them?”
She shook her head. “You’re not as emotionally closed off as you once were, Gideon. You’ve been noticing things about him, opening yourself up to the details about who and what he is, the way you were doing with me all along. You came to it yourself.”
“So you arranged this because…?”
“For several reasons. One, because it was a requirement of your service to me. I set the terms, and you’ve been procrastinating.”
“Well, not to sound like a girl, but it wasn’t my job to initiate.” At her level stare, he shifted. “Yeah, I was avoiding it some. It’s not so easy.”
“Actually, I suspect it was easy, in a lot of ways, and that was what made you avoid it, avoid confronting that truth. But you did it.” She softened, touched his face. Then she dimpled, that mischievous spark in her gaze. “The second reason was pretty straightforward. Once I have you rewind every detail in your mind, I’ll be ravishing you both every second for about a month.”
“I have absolutely no objection to that reason.”
“I didn’t figure you would.” Catching the hand sliding down to cup her ass, she squeezed it in reproof. Then she sobered once more. “We’re a trinity, but I wanted to make sure the bond between you and Daegan is as strong as what lies between you and me.”
“I’m not that important. As long as you have each other—”
He knew he’d made a mistake the second the words left his mouth. Her gaze turned to frost, chilly enough to make him wonder if Lyssa had taught her that Jedi ice trick that could transform a room into the North Pole. In fact, Anwyn slapped him upside the head, though when she tried for a double play on it, he caught her arm, a warrior’s defense. She glared at him.
“You’ve accepted the truth, Gideon. So why do you keep backing away from it, lying to yourself? He doesn’t love easily. In his hundreds of years, he’s never let anyone in his heart, until the two of us. So if anything happens to me, he’ll need you. I need to be sure you won’t quit on him. The way you feel for him has grown into something as strong as what you feel for me. The past twenty-four hours proved it. Tell me I’m wrong. Call me a liar. And undermine your own worth once more and I swear I will put my high heel all the way up your ass.”
Whereas Daegan being pissed off could just raise his hackles, her ire always struck him straight in the chest, forced him to admit truth, no matter how it chafed. Putting his head down on her shoulder, he pressed his lips to the rise of her breast under the snug T-shirt, a quiet apology. When she sighed, her arms going around his shoulders, he wanted her to take the shirt off, let him rub his lips over the silky pillow of her breast, rising above the scrap of bra he knew she was wearing. Instead, he gave her honesty. “You’re not wrong. I’d take care of him, Mistress. You know I would.”
She lifted his face, her fingers caressing his jaw. “You’d take care of each other. That’s what’s important. You’re so vital, Gideon. In fact, you matter so much, we want the world to know you belong to us. You’ve fantasized about a collar, haven’t you?”
The shift of topic was unexpected, and definitely back out of his comfort zone once more. But hell, most things with them were. He tried to look away, but of course that slim hand, those sharp nails, dug into his face, threatening puncture. “Haven’t you?” Her voice was silk over thorns, telling him he’d better answer.
“You think we haven’t longed for the same? We only needed to be sure that you felt bound to us both emotionally as well as physically. And you are, aren’t you?” That touch caressed his throat, sent a wealth of sensations radiating out from it. It brought his gaze to her beautiful eyes, and he knew he could never lie to her. Especially not about this. He’d told Daegan he loved him, and even if he never said it again, he didn’t have to do so. He meant it.
“Yes, Mistress. I’m bound to you both.”
She nodded, a triumphant expression crossing her face, happiness and pleasure intertwined, along with a fierce, arousing possessiveness.
“We’re going to collar you. A permanent sign of our ownership of your body, your heart and every inch of your soul.”
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She had him rise from the bed, go to the shower. She chained his arms over his head, manacled his ankles to the floor, and then she stripped down, thank the gods. However, her purpose apparently was to drive him crazy, not fulfill her own lust. She washed him with the vigor and thoroughness he’d expect to see in a stable when a horsewoman was preparing her mount for show. It painfully aroused him, how she kept her body out of reach, though he watched all those rivulets of water tighten her nipples, follow the curves of waist and hip, the folds of her bare cunt when she bent over in front of him to pick up one of those scrubbing sponges. She used that on him, rubbing it over his testicles and cock, a mild abrasion that, with the soap, had him struggling not to jerk against her touch, particularly when she bade him be still.
When she stretched up to do his hair, she had to lean into his body, so he got his chance to take a nip from her shoulder, suckle the beads of water on her throat, and feel the sexy little quiver go through her body as she adjusted her stance and trapped his hard cock between her thighs. As she handled his shampooing, it moved his cock in that channel, her inner thigh muscles stroking him as his breath got shorter and his heart pounded.
But she backed off before he could coax her further into it. She shut off the shower, released one of his hands so he could do the rest, and tossed him a towel. He shot her a feral grin. “Don’t trust yourself too close, Mistress?”
She gave him her mysterious look, elusive seductress that she was. “Get yourself free, dry off. Don’t put anything on. Come up to the first level, kneel outside the elevator. I’ll come for you soon. I want that cock to stay hard, but you do it without touching it. I expect you at that elevator in five minutes.”
Staying hard wasn’t a problem. All he had to do was watch the twitch of her ass as she put on a light silk wrap, tied it snug and disappeared. A few minutes later, he knew she’d left their apartments. He dried off, ran his fingers through his hair, gave his face a quick glance. Five o’clock shadow. He took three and a half minutes to give himself a decent shave, and then he was in the elevators.
He didn’t give himself a chance to think about who he might meet, though Atlantis was closed for a few more hours. Thank all the gods, when he stepped off, he didn’t see Jacob, but his brother was probably off with Lyssa, enjoying free run of the club’s diverse bondage equipment. Or rather Lyssa would be using him for her enjoyment of it. The idea of his brother stretched out on some of those torture devices that Anwyn and Daegan had used on him was a little odd, so he put that out of his head.
Though he wouldn’t mind seeing Lyssa stretched out naked on some of those things. Of course, if she ever read that from his mind, he expected he’d be in for a world of hurt. Thank goodness his Mistress was choosing to ignore it—or planning to exact retribution later.
When he heard the tap of those heels, he remembered the first night they’d met, when he couldn’t see her, could only hear her coming up behind him. She touched him now, fingers whispering over his bare shoulder, caressing his jaw. “Follow me.”
Rising, he obeyed. She stayed several steps ahead of him, giving him the pleasure of watching her walk in that thin robe, and distracting him from the fact he was stripped. He was surprised when she took him to the Rose Room, a room of all mirrors on ceilings and walls. It was the place she and Daegan had first come together. But instead of a center pedestal holding a vase of roses tonight, there was a mid-sized iron fire pit, which appeared to be filled with red hot coals, irons and tongs. Next to it was a silver chalice, like the ones he’d seen in churches, holding wine, wine that represented blood. Only his enhanced senses told him he was smelling blood.
He was surprised to see Daegan back in the silk shirt and slacks he’d worn with Shannon and Aaron. The mask was missing though, so he could see the dark eyes and fall of black hair over his forehead. And the shirt was open, underlining the fact Daegan was six foot plus of pure sex. The vampire leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed. The way his gaze coursed over Gideon, taking his time and pleasure in the view, made Gideon remember everything they’d done. Particularly that last moment, when he’d been almost unconscious, but felt Daegan’s lips brush his temple, his hand glide with possessive pleasure down Gideon’s back, over his ass.
Sleep, vampire hunter. You’ve earned it.
Anwyn made a pleased noise. “Lovely images, Gideon. I want you to kneel now. By the fire pit.”
He did, some swirly crazy things happening in his chest, having an idea of what was about to happen. His cock jumped when her fingertips trailed over his bare shoulders again. “Arms held out to your sides, chin up, back straight. Sit on your heels.”
He did it, feeling his testicles press against them. She tugged on his hair. “You’re a warrior, Gideon. Fierce in your loyalty, almost savage with it at times. We’ve talked about it, Daegan and I, and we know a collar that can be removed won’t do. We want something that permanently shows your servitude to us, something that can’t be taken away, given back.”
Yes. He tightened his lips on the involuntary thought, the fervency of it.
“So that is what we are going to give you. And hereafter, if you accept this binding, you also accept what it means. What you mean to us. You never question it again. You are the glue, Gideon.” Her tone was soft. “Do you understand?”
That swirly quality became thick, hard to speak around. “Yes, Mistress.”
“You are not speaking only to me.” Her tone was sharp, snapping his back to a straighter stance. She could do that with the badass routine, tighten up his balls, harden his cock. He had no idea how she did it, when any other woman would just make him want to pat her head and call her cute. He was unsettled, restless and anxious. Alert, almost battle ready. But he obeyed her directive, amended his response.
“Yes, Master and Mistress.”
“Good. There are no restraints in this room, Gideon. Daegan will hold you steady when the time comes, but part of the challenge of accepting this is your accepting the pain of it.” She moved to the chalice, picked up a paintbrush with bristles that almost matched her sable hair. Soft looking. “Hold your position.”
He did, watching her dip the brush in the blood. As she stroked the brush over his throat and wrists, he felt the slick slide of warm blood, sensuous, like the silk of her tongue. It was her blood and Daegan’s, mixed together.
“There are three sets of irons. Each one has two curved metal pieces, like tongs. When brought together they form a fitted circle, a tight manacle over your wrists or throat, measured to make that tight fit. D is cut into one cuff, A into the other, for our shared ownership of you. The trinity, the servant’s mark you bear, is cut into the collar, so the scarring you experience from our blood will reflect those symbols.”
A scar wouldn’t heal on a servant if it was marked with the vampire’s blood. There was a strange feeling sweeping through him, a heat over his skin, a tingling and almost light headedness.
“You’ve worn him out, love,” Anwyn said with amusement, but her eyes were intent on Gideon’s face, he could feel it. “He might need some of our blood when this is done.”
“I worked him hard,” Daegan agreed, pure male satisfaction in his tone. “But he’s strong as an ox, and just as stubborn.” His voice became rougher. “And I’ll hold him up.”
The vampire came across the room then, taking a knee behind Gideon, his hands closing over his forearms, leaving his wrists clear. As he did, it put his front against Gideon’s back, the pleasure of that hard bare chest pressing into his shoulder blades. The position reminded him of how he’d shown Daegan how to throw the ball. Go long, go far. Go forever.
“Are you ready, Gideon?” Anwyn asked, her eyes full of emotion. Her hand hovered over one pair of the irons in the fire pit.
He glanced back at Daegan, met his dark eyes, then shifted his attention forward to his Mistress. For the two of you, I’m always ready. For whatever you want and need.
“Do you accept our love and ownership of you completely, with no doubts and full surrender?”
He swallowed, knowing he always had to be honest, even if it ruined the moment. “It’s hard for me to accept the way you feel about me. But not because I don’t want it. It’s everything I want…so no matter how hard it is for me to understand or accept the way you both feel about me, I’m yours, in every way. And I hope to God you’ll always want me.”
“Good enough.” She reached out with her free hand, a gentle brush of fingers over his face that briefly closed his eyes as she touched his lips. When he raised his lids, the Mistress took over, the direct stare that told him to lower his eyes, and damn if he didn’t do it. She didn’t require that often, but he could see she wanted his focus to be internal right now. He moved into that state pretty quick, almost a shallow-breathed trance, knowing what was coming. God help him, he wanted it. It didn’t matter that—
Holy fuck. Daegan’s hands locked down on his forearms in an unshakable grip as the first set of tongs closed around his wrist. Anwyn had branded humans for Atlantis’s more extreme activities, and knew the limits of the human body, what amount was needed for the brand to scar and yet not cause medical emergencies. A thirdmark had more tolerance, but also needed the metal to stay long enough to sear the blood into the flesh, activate the chemical reaction that would make his Master and Mistress’s marks permanent. He was making a strangled scream, tears of exertion overflowing as he tried not to rely on Daegan so much, to hold still as possible, but his Master had him, held him steady.
When the tongs were taken away from that wrist, he was gasping.
“One down,” she said, and picked up the other. No time to brace for impact. That was the way his Mistress wanted it. Daegan’s power was definitely needed his time, because it didn’t matter how badass his mind wanted him to be, his body reacted on instinct to the smell of burning flesh, the excruciating pain of it. He twitched and jerked, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat and face muscles working as the second wrist cuff stamped its mark in that location.
D on the right, A on the left. He could see it, see how it would heal up enough to make those initials more precise, always there, now and forever. At the moment they hurt like a son of a bitch. But it was okay. Adrenaline was pumping crazy through his system, and his cock was staying high and hard as a tent pole, because he knew what was coming, the most important one of all. He lifted his head to Anwyn again, gritting his teeth and staring at her through those stress tears. Please…
“You want the collar, love, don’t you?”
He nodded. Daegan brushed his mouth against his shoulder, his body pressing in closer. Gideon felt him right against his ass, his clad knee next to Gideon’s bare calf.
“Lift your chin higher,” she commanded. “Let me see your desire. I’m going to put the collar over the area I bite you to feed. That way those marks will be part of the scarring pattern. Will you like that?”
“I like any mark either of you leaves on me,” he said, his voice a determined rasp.
She lifted the iron. “Hold my gaze, Gideon. Watch it happening.”
The mirror made that possible, though he preferred to look at the object, not its reflection, because then he could see her, something the mirrors didn’t provide. He wished he could see Daegan, but he was there, body so close, a vivid reminder not only of the physical demands he’d placed upon Gideon earlier, but the emotional ones as well.
Daegan slid his arm around Gideon’s chest, his other hand curved over his forehead, holding him steady as Anwyn lifted the last set of tongs, the one whose two curved metal pieces were intended to clasp around Gideon’s neck, hold there against the painted blood so he was permanently marked by his vampires. Her hand didn’t waver, and he loved her for it, her understanding of what his soul wanted. Something permanent, that couldn’t be removed. It was too easy for this dog to break his leash. With this, there was nothing to fight. It was there, embedded, his willing submission to them.
It took all he had not to fight Daegan’s hold, the body’s involuntary and sensible reaction to being burned in a way that would likely be terminal if he was human. He smelled his flesh burning, heard his scream and, after a short blackout, became aware of Daegan still holding him fast. Anwyn had pulled the metal pieces away, dropped the iron back into the fire pit.
Daegan let him fall forward to his hands and knees, though he stayed kneeling behind Gideon, knee brushing his hip, hand lying in a light caress on the valley of his spine. Gideon breathed hard, working through it, staring at the red, abraded bands around both wrists. D and A. As a vampire hunter, he’d fought for the memory of his lost fiancé. Throughout his life he’d always kept his goal just ahead of him, never attainable. Now the goal was in this room. He’d never expected to end up here, but this was where he wanted to be.
Anwyn knelt in front of him, lifted his face, brushed her mouth over his, once, twice. Sweet and gentle, where she’d been brutal moments before. He felt the tremor in her hands, automatically lifted his to close over her wrists, though he thought he might be shaking more. “It’s okay,” he said.
She nodded, eyes luminous, lashes so thick he wanted to kiss them, breathe on them, watch them close and fan her silken cheeks. “The brands will feel better soon,” she said.
“It feels better now.” He coughed, flinched at the agony to his skin. “Really.”
“I can tell.” She stroked his brow, his temple, his jaw. He saw her gaze resting on his wrists, then the collar, her attention clinging to it, and it swept through him like heat. He was all hers. The trinity mark did that, but this was something she’d chosen as a Mistress would, and she’d been a Mistress well before she’d been a vampire. The two together made this moment all the more significant.
He wanted her. Wanted to pleasure her and his Master, while still riding the pain.
Her lashes lifted, her eyes meeting his. “Please,” he said thickly, and he knew there was a fierceness in his eyes that straddled the line between demand and desire.
She straightened, slipped the sash of the robe. Somewhere along the way, she’d donned a scrap of bra and a tiny thong panty, thank the lingerie gods. As he watched, the robe pooled around her, and she gracefully folded herself to the floor, then lay back in a supine position before him. Spreading her legs, she teased the crotch of the panties with her long fingered nails, drying up any saliva he had left in his mouth. “Down to your elbows, Gideon. Put your mouth on me and serve your Mistress as you should.”
The smell of her pussy was nectar. She was aroused, but she’d been aroused for awhile, the heavy musk telling him she’d been worked up well before this minute.
“You’ve been cheating, cher,” Daegan murmured, proving he was catching it, too. “You’ve been listening in.”
“There isn’t a woman alive who could resist watching the two of you in that bed,” she said, her lips curving. “And Lady Lyssa will take extra pleasure in her servant, thanks to me sharing that vision. It’s never a bad thing for a vampire queen to feel she owes us a favor.”
She reached out, tugging on Gideon with impatience. “Now.”
He dropped to his elbows, ignoring the pain in his wrists as he slid his hands under her, cupping her buttocks to angle her up to his mouth. She had a beautifully shaped ass, firm and soft in all the right ways. It made his cock even more eager, that conflicting message between physical agony and intense arousal. She’d marked him, collared him, they both had, and now they were demanding he serve them as required. It quite frankly made him insanely aroused, no matter how lightheaded he felt or drained from what he’d only recently given Daegan.
“Drink, Gideon.” The rest of the blood in that chalice was in front of him, and Daegan tipped it, so it ran down over her mound, into the channel and crevices of clit and labia. Anwyn sighed in pleasure, then gasped as Gideon began to clean her and take in the blood at once. She writhed under the stimulation while he suckled, nibbled and licked, and then made a noise of helpless pleasure himself as Daegan’s well-lubricated finger teased the opening of his sore ass. He pushed in slowly, testing that ground, telling Gideon he was going to get well and truly fucked once more, as often as his Master demanded.
He let go, lost all sense of who he was, pulled into what he was for them entirely. Servicing his Mistress, his Master, the burn of those collar and cuffs on him. It was when he entered this state of pure and perfect service that he didn’t doubt what he was to them. Daegan’s fingers withdrew, the head of his cock replacing them, and Gideon pushed back against him, welcoming him in, flinching only slightly as the flare of Daegan’s broad head pushed through the inner ring of tight muscles, sank deep like a fucking drill.
The vampire’s satisfied grunt of pleasure, her soft, seductive moans, they sent him spiraling. He worked his mouth over Anwyn, getting every bit of that blood and tasting her honey at the same time. He dug his fingers into her ass, an anchor, as Daegan increased his thrust, bumping Gideon’s mouth up against her, working her clit harder. She was crying out, arching up, arms over her head, scratching at the tile floor, seeking purchase.
I want you inside her, Gideon. Take her into mindless climax, while I do the same to you.
He lifted his head as Anwyn’s wild eyes found his. She wanted him to keep going with his mouth, but he understood what Daegan was wanting, and Gideon knew she’d like it as well. Daegan ruled them both when it came to this. That, too, could cause an odd feeling in his chest, and it was one matched by Anwyn; he could tell by the way her gaze fastened on him, her lips moist and eyes bright.
Shifting, Daegan moved with him, staying in his ass and making Gideon cross-eyed with the friction of that angle. Sliding up her body, Gideon guided his cock into her wet pussy. She arched up to him, her arms banding around his shoulders, forearms making contact with the abraded skin on his throat. He didn’t care. He started to thrust, Daegan’s hold on his hips setting the pace, and he grunted himself, cursed as the vampire worked his cock with devilish knowledge.
Better get to work, vampire hunter. She will be very displeased if you lose control and come before she does. She’s even more cruel than I am.
“Well…she’s a girl.” Gideon managed and earned a tight squeeze of her pussy around his cock, a stroke that damn near sent him over. “Jesus.”
He set his jaw, went the rougher, harder route, knowing she was already pretty hot and worked up. Setting his lips to the quivering pale tops of her breasts over the enticing bra, he licked, finding his way into the cup and to the nipples, squeezing both breasts hard in his large hands.
“Love your tits,” he murmured, knowing she liked the crude talk at the right times, and this was a right time, if her unintelligible sounds of pleasure meant anything.
I’ve got you, Gideon. Everything you give is safe with me, remember? Everything.
He remembered Daegan saying that, and knew they both meant it, especially as Anwyn’s gaze swept back over him at the thought, emotion filling her eyes once more. He meant it, too. They were that trinity, a perfect circle, each one caring for the other two, forming a solid triumvirate capable of handling anything, based on the strength of the bonds for each other.
He stroked inside her, deep, loving the feel of her, the arch of her body, the beauty of it. She was a goddess, an earth bound, blood bound goddess, and he would do anything for her. But, oh, fuck, Daegan was too good at what he did. He’d dug his hands into Gideon’s hips, his thighs flush against him, and Gideon was going to die from the pleasure of it.
Anwyn let out a cry of release, and Gideon snarled, the frustration of holding back as she spasmed around his cock, but then Daegan’s hand landed on the back of his neck, outlining that collar of flesh as she reached up, even through her climax, and clasped it from the other side, their fingers overlapping, thanks to the size of Daegan’s hand. The pain of it shot through Gideon, pushing his climax back, but the meaning of it, them squeezing down on that collar of ownership, was overwhelming at an even deeper level than a balls-level climax.
Daegan released then, and Gideon gritted his teeth, bore down on that pain, held onto it even as he reveled at them using him for their pleasure and holding his out of reach until they gave him permission. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold any longer, the gate to heaven was opened.
Come for us, Gideon.
It was in both of their minds, resonating between them. Their fingers tightened on that collar, spiraling him over the edge in a wild jerking intensity, tearing him between overwhelming pleasure and excruciating pain. He came, growling, groaning, cursing. Anwyn caught his mouth with hers, let him cup her head with his hands, dive deep with teeth and tongue. He made another soul-deep sound when her hands left his throat to clasp his wrists, putting her touch on those burns as well.
As he bucked between them, she milked his cock to the very end and beyond. Daegan kept stroking inside of him. They showed their love of every moment of his helpless, passionate violence, holding him between them, keeping him going and savoring their slave’s reaction.
He saw that in their minds, that shared delight. Then, at long last, like the aftermath of a summer storm, there was a deep, clean satisfaction as they came back to earth, all twined together. Daegan’s mouth was back on the valley of his spine, and Anwyn was still holding him in her kiss.
They loved him. It gave his throat that thickness again, because he realized it was the first time he’d really, truly believed it, all the way down to the soul they’d claimed with their third markings. Maybe he wouldn’t hold onto it, maybe it would come and go, because it was an incredible, hard-to-believe thing, but he had it in this moment, and the seed had been planted deep this time. Maybe it would take root, such that one day, none of it would be difficult, accepting this. Accepting their love as a fact, not as something to avoid or push away for fear it wasn’t real. He had their collar, the cuffs, sign of their ownership, and he’d never felt so…right.
They truly loved and wanted to keep him.
As long as you don’t start peeing on the carpet and chewing up my very expensive shoes.
Anwyn chuckled as Daegan sent that thought through their minds. The vampire eased back, catching Gideon’s arms to lift him. “Off your Mistress, Gideon. I want you both in my bed.”
Gideon rose, and though his legs were shaky as hell, he would have been happy to carry Anwyn. Instead, he was a bit mortified to find the two of them flanking him, guiding him, underscoring how unsteady he felt.
“You need more blood, love,” Anwyn observed. “We’ll take care of that.”
He was going to deny it, say they didn’t need to worry about him, but for now he just wanted to be, was floating where words weren’t needed. He was just theirs, to do with as they thought best.
They took him back to Daegan’s bed. Always before, he and Daegan had put Anwyn in the middle, but tonight, they put him there. Anwyn curled up in his arms, Daegan spooned behind him, brushing his neck with his lips and putting a familiar hand on his ass. Gideon’s cock was nestled against her hip, her leg insinuated between his. Daegan stroked his hair. Gideon felt drowsy, not sure if he’d ever let his guard down so much.
“I trust you when I sleep, vampire hunter. You can trust me.”
“You’ll probably…tie me up and shave my head.”
“I could do that while you’re awake. And listen to you curse me the whole time.”
“You could try. Anwyn…I taught him to throw a football.”
“I know.” Her fingers stroked through his hair on the other side as her eyes met Daegan’s over Gideon’s shoulder. “You teach us so many things, Gideon. You always will.”
A small smile appeared on his firm lips. Anwyn had told him he didn’t smile enough, so he’d work on that. Now that smile stayed, as he let himself fall asleep in the arms of the two vampires he served with all he was, all he would ever be. They’d give him blood in a little while, but for now, there was nothing more he wanted, not tonight.
For once, Gideon gave himself to slumber and peace.