Pucking Obsessed (Bay Rebels #4)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Rebel House, Captain’s Hall

R obyn

“Fuck, Dad,” I growl. “Seriously, fuck him .”

My emotions are mixed up. I can’t slow my breathing.

Mom’s ghost, the demons of Cody and my childhood, and the terror that Dad is the monster underneath our beds that I didn’t know was there all along, are haunting me.

Can I escape them out here?

I march away along the long drive that winds down the mountain road from the sprawling, old-fashioned Rebel House.

I’m not sure where to, since we haven’t called a taxi yet. I only know that anywhere right now is better than being inside

“Even if I apparently have Daddy issues ,” D’Angelo drawls, “how about we don’t bring your dad into anything else tonight? This is the afterparty. We’re vicious, gorgeous creatures of the night. Why don’t we enjoy that and forget those worthless mortals?”

At his words, something inside me lightens.

Somehow, D’Angelo always seems to know the right thing to say to ground me.

He went to a lot of effort to get these costumes for me.

Together, we should reclaim Halloween.

I want that for both of us: to make good memories to replace the bad.

We deserve it.

I twirl to D’Angelo. “I promised that your pets would give you a party, my king. I won’t break my promise.”

D’Angelo is smiling, underneath the edge of his intimidating, fanged mask.

Yet his voice is cold and commanding. “You had better not, thrall. You’re not wearing any panties. It gives me easy access to pull up your pretty dress and spank your even prettier ass.”

I blush, sliding my hands over my ass protectively. “Someone could see.”

“Then don’t break your promise.”

“Cruel,” Shay’s muffled voice comes from over D’Angelo’s shoulder, where he’s hanging in a fireman’s lift.

D’Angelo picked him up, as soon as we stepped outside and he noticed how much Shay was trying to hide his limp. Skillfully, D’Angelo is balancing the tray with glasses and wine in his other hand, which he took from me after we stepped outside.

I scrunch up my brow.

He’s so skillful at that, it makes me wonder if he’s worked as a waiter.

Did he have a job at college that I didn’t know about? Or after that?

Sometimes, I feel like I know D’Angelo better than anyone else in the world. And sometimes, it feels like I’m only just starting to peel off the first layer of him, onion-like, because there’s so much underneath that is still a mystery waiting to be discovered.

D’Angelo smacks Shay’s ass, and Shay yelps. “Disrespectful.”

“Sorry, my king.” Shay doesn’t sound sorry. Instead, he pushes out his ass like he’s hopeful for another smack. “But you are cruel. What if someone saw?”

“No one sees what’s mine.” D’Angelo prowls toward the oaks that line the drive.

Excitement winds through me, as I follow him into the shadows.

Pumpkin lanterns are hung in the trees’ branches. By their light, in his mask and leather outfit, D’Angelo looks like a true Vampire King.

The cold night air cuts my cheeks. I take rapid breaths. The forest smells earthy and primal.

Dangerous.

I let myself fall into the headspace: this is our planned role play.

We negotiated that we’d play this after the Halloween event, once we got back to Captain’s Hall, the Vampire King and his thralls.

They did win the game, after all. I love D’Angelo’s new rule in the Guide.

Shay hasn’t been this excited for any of our role plays. He was practically humping D’Angelo’s leather costume the moment that D’Angelo unveiled it on the bed.

Plans change, however, and this is our renegotiated play.

A vampire in the woods is much hotter anyway, as long as he doesn’t sparkle.

D’Angelo is more the warrior vampire who’d feast on your blood, fuck you until you’re mindless with pleasure, then leash you at his feet.

I lick my lips.

D’Angelo crouches down and shrugs Shay off his shoulder roughly.

Shay grunts as he hits the ground. He doesn’t complain but instead, stares up at his immortal lover like D’Angelo is a deity.

Shay pulls himself up onto his knees, while D’Angelo balances the tray next to the base of a nearby tree.

I slip to my knees next to Shay. The ground is hard with twigs that dig into me. It feels fitting.

I turn my head and kiss Shay.

His lips are cold and plush. I enjoy sliding my tongue over his lips to warm them up.

D’Angelo stands, looking down at us through his cold mask, as his two pets kiss each other at his feet.

Shay runs his hands over my breasts, pleasuring me.

“Fuck.” I arch into his touch.

The sensation, as he teases over my nipples through the silk dress is electric.

I become wet.

Shay circles my nubs more insistently, as I deepen the kiss.

My chest is rising and falling. Desperately, my eyelashes flutter.

I edge my hand to the front of Shay’s leather trousers, rubbing over his crotch.

Shay gasps into the kiss.

I can feel how hard he is, trapped in his trousers. I rub harder.

I lose myself in the delicious kiss.

All of a sudden, a hard tug on my hair drags me back into consciousness.

My eyes snap open.

Shay’s mouth is torn away from mine.

I stare up at D’Angelo in shock.

He towers above me.

He has one hand buried in my hair and the other in Shay’s golden tumble of hair. He’s ripped us apart like we’re misbehaving pets.

“How is this serving me?” D’Angelo demands, icily. “Or are you serving each other without permission?”

I freeze. “I’m sorry, my king.”

Shay bites his lip. “We were putting on a show for you.”

D’Angelo shakes Shay harshly. “I decide what happens. You’re not in control, thrall. It appears that you need to be more tightly bound to me with my blood.”

Shay’s cheeks flush with desire. “Yes, my king.”

D’Angelo lets go of our hair with a shove.

I shoot Shay an apologetic look. After all, I was the one who started the kissing.

Shay squeezes my hand in a way that lets me know that if I hadn’t, then he would have found a way to brat D’Angelo.

He likes to push his dom because he loves the security of knowing that D’Angelo will always be there to give him a consequence but one that’ll bring only the type of pleasurepain that he loves.

D’Angelo snatches up the bottle of red wine, which is marked as BLOOD .

Then he beckons at Shay and me to stand.

My heart is beating fast with the same fearful anticipation that I get during primal play.

D’Angelo is the predator here, and I’m the prey.

I’m not running because I’ve already been hunted.

I stand on shaky legs. Next to me, Shay looks like he’s thrumming with the same raw adrenaline.

But he’s more eager to be caught.

D’Angelo studies me with his icy eyes for a long moment, before he takes a step closer. His hard chest brushes against mine. My nipples are peaked because of Shay’s ministrations, and his leather costume brushes against them in a way that makes distracting pleasure rush through me.

He’s doing that on purpose.

Then all other thoughts are driven from my mind because he traces over my collar with one finger, then his entire hand, then slowly… achingly slowly …closes his fist.

I don’t dare to move.

With the lightest pressure, D’Angelo lifts me, until I’m pulled onto my tiptoes.

I’m hanging in the hold of a vampire, utterly at his mercy.

Yet his eyes tell me that he’s merciless.

“This is my blood,” D’Angelo declares like this is a real vampire ritual. “You’ll be bonded to me as my beloved pets, forever. Drink and be mine.”

D’Angelo takes a long swig of the wine.

Then he drags me by my throat into a deep, savage kiss. He tastes of the fruity, plum wine. At the same time, he forces the blood from his mouth into mine.

I swallow the rich wine, flushing at the intimacy of being fed the blood like this. D’Angelo breaks the kiss to catch a trail of wine that’s escaped down my lips to my jaw.

When he lets go of my neck, I rock back on my heels, dizzy.

D’Angelo’s hand shoots out.

He seizes Shay more roughly by the neck than he did me. He drags Shay closer, playing over the collar.

Shay is panting. His eyes are wild. His hands are clenching at his sides.

D’Angelo tightens his hand around Shay’s neck.

“I’m going to come…” Shay warns.

So soon…? Just from this…?

“You’re not,” D’Angelo threatens. “Don’t you dare.”

Shay whines.

D’Angelo takes another swig of wine, before he kisses Shay deeply, feeding him the blood in the same ritual.

Dazed, I watch them together: the dark Vampire King and his golden thrall.

They’re beautiful together.

When they break apart, Shay is a fucking mess.

Shay’s eyes are closed. His expression is tight. He looks like he’s still battling hard to hold back his orgasm.

“On your knees,” D’Angelo orders.

I kneel, but Shay is thrown to his knees next to me.

I help Shay up because he’s quivering.

“Okay?” D’Angelo checks in, before I can. “Green?”

“Yellow,” Shay grits out. “I need a moment, darlin’, or I will come. I’m trying to hold back, but that was bloody hot.”

D’Angelo chuckles. “Do you need me to help?”

“Well, you could let me come…?” Shay looks adorably hopeful.

D’Angelo shakes his head.

Shay deflates. “I don’t need help, if it includes squeezing my balls or other fiendish ideas.”

“Good call.”

“Brute,” Shay says, fondly.

I grasp his hand, and Shay smiles, taking slow breaths.

After a couple more moments, he nods. “I’m green now.”

“Robyn?” D’Angelo checks.

“Green.” I shift to avoid kneeling on a twig.

“Good because it’s time that my two pets serve me together.” D’Angelo unbuckles the intricate belt, pushing down his trousers just enough to release his gorgeous cock.

It’s already hard.

D’Angelo stands with his hands on his hips.

He doesn’t say anything.

I stare up at his masked face, swallowing.

Shay shivers. “The only thing better than pleasuring my own cock, is pleasuring my king’s. Let’s thank him for collaring and bonding us. Why don’t we show him that he’s ours forever as well?”

There’s something in Shay’s tone that means this is more than a game to him.

I lean forward at the same time as Shay like we’re in a sensual scene from Dracula. We both lick down D’Angelo’s cock at the same time. Then we kiss each other around his cock.

It’s an incredible feeling to be kissing both my men at the same time in different ways.

I lose myself to the sensation.

I feast on both Shay’s lips and D’Angelo’s cock.

We eagerly lick and kiss at the head and shaft of his cock. Then we nod at each other and dip to suck one of his balls into our mouths each at the same time.

D’Angelo is standing like a statue, attempting to look unaffected.

He’s silent, but his thighs are quivering now.

When I raise from D’Angelo’s balls to tease around his sensitive glans, he can’t stop the way that his dick betrays him and twitches.

In moments like this, I understand why Shay loves being on his knees.

The power from bringing the man you love pleasure is heady.

It’s amazing being able to clear my mind and think of nothing but making D’Angelo come.

I suck his cock into my mouth, resting my hand on his thigh.

Dedicated, I work hard.

Shay sucks just as enthusiastically on D’Angelo’s balls.

D’Angelo’s breathing has picked up now. I can hear it.

I blink.

My mind is becoming foggy. My fingers are tingling. I feel fuzzy, but also, not quite right.

“Robyn,” D’Angelo breaks, “I’m about to…”

I slip my hand to D’Angelo’s ass, craving to feel the way that he loses control, thrusting his hips.

I pull back to the head of his cock, wanting his cum to land on my tongue.

“I love you both so fucking much.” D’Angelo rests his hand gently on my hair as he comes.

It feels like a blessing.

Happiness blooms through me at his touch.

As D’Angelo’s cum pumps onto my tongue, I quickly pull back. I yank Shay up by his hair.

For a moment, I panic because Shay’s gaze is sluggish.

Then he gives me a lazy smile.

I press my lips to Shay’s. When he opens his mouth, I curl my tongue and push the cum from my mouth into his. I share this gift from our Vampire King, which is as precious as the blood that he fed to us like this.

Shay moans, gripping me by the shoulders. Then he pulls back and swallows. He licks across his lips.

“Love…” He whispers, shivering.

Except, I was right.

Shay’s gaze is too sluggish.

It slides away from mine, as his hands fall from my shoulders.

“Red,” I yell at the same time that I hear D’Angelo call it.

At least, I try to yell it, but it comes out as a raspy croak.

My throat is closing up. My body is numb. I can’t feel my fingers and toes.

D’Angelo falls to his knees next to me. He’s desperately shaking Shay, who has fallen to the side, unconscious.

What the hell’s happening?

Shit, shit, shit.

I try to reach for Shay. He’s terrifyingly pale — corpse-like.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t fucking breathe.

When D’Angelo also collapses, falling over Shay like two sacrifices, I scream but no sound comes out.

I tip to the side, struggling to reach my hand out to my men. My fingertips graze D’Angelo’s cold vampire mask.

My vision grays.

Am I dying?

Are they?

Am I…?

Then I hear footfalls, a shadow over me, white feathery wings and golden mask, then nothing.