Chapter 20
The stinging of his fangs caught me off guard, and between the sensation of his teeth in my flesh and how he nearly tortured my poor pussy before, had me coming instantly without him even touching my flesh apart from where his fangs drank from my thigh. It wasn’t a fake orgasm like I’d planned; it was real, it was full body, and it was everything.
“Fuck!” I gasped. I closed my eyes before feeling another pinch on my opposite thigh. I looked down and saw Arch drinking from me yet again and staring deep into my eyes that had to be rimmed in the brightest red at that point from how turned on I was.
*SLAP*
I laughed internally at the sound of Rory having way too much fun with the riding crop, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying that part of this too. It helped that I knew Arch was into pain with his pleasure and would probably spar with Rory when we got back to town to get his own licks in against the fae.
“Mistress did not say you could drink from her,” Rory said, his own eyes glazed with want at how Arch spread my legs open to consume me.
I reached down, yanking on the back of Arch’s neck before he had a chance to bite again. Before I could pull him all the way up, he thrust two fingers deep into me, causing me to hitch my breath at the intrusion and drop my hold on Arch’s neck.
Before I could react, Rory had his own grip on the base of Arch’s hair pulled tight so Arch was forced to look at me.
“Look at what you are doing to our mistress, pup,” Rory said, no sign of the sub he was supposed to be playing in sight. “You ignore her orders to eat your fill and instead drink from her precious gorgon blood as if she’d ever let you. Then you stuff your fingers in her like a puppet when she tries to correct your behavior?” He tsked and shook his head as if he were about to take over the scene from me.
I honestly wouldn’t mind at this point.
My inner thighs were ravaged with vampire bites that still thrummed directly into my pussy as Arch hadn’t stopped moving his fingers. He’d found my G-spot almost instantly and stroked against the nerves like I was his personal toy.
“What a naughty, naughty pup,” Rory commented before raising the riding crop again. “Shall I punish him as I see fit, mistress?”
“You may.” I spoke, praying to every goddess I knew that my voice wouldn’t crack in front of the audience. I hadn’t taken the audience in for a minute, but when I looked up, the only ones whose eyes weren’t on our performance were feeding or fucking or stroking or taking part in any number of salacious activities that in normal company would be considered obscene instead.
“Very well.” Rory’s eyes gleamed before he pushed Arch’s mouth back toward my pussy and whispered something in his ear I couldn’t make out. In the next second, Arch was thrusting his tongue deep inside me alongside his fingers, fucking me simultaneously before moving his mouth up to my clit and sucking deeply.
“FUCK!” I shouted, coming on his tongue for the second time in under a minute, fighting the explosive feeling in my entire body at the feeling of release. I closed my eyes before I felt a hand on my chin shaking me to get my attention.
Rory was standing above me, looking at my eyes intently, before forcing my chin down toward where Arch still licked at my center like he was savoring every drop of my arousal on his tongue.
“Look at who is making you feel this good, Lavinia,” Rory whispered in my ears only. “Look at this strong male on his knees for you, taking a beating with a riding crop for you, sharing your body with the world because he knows how it brings you joy. Look at this powerful alpha bending for your will. Look at his mouth moving between your wet folds as if he could burrow himself in there for all eternity. Don’t take your eyes off him as he gives you the only gift he can.”
Rory leaned closer as Arch sucked harder.
“His surrender.”
I came again, nearly losing consciousness, before bright lights flashed and an alarm sounded, signaling the end of our performance.
“And the pup?”Cliona asked while we debriefed after our return in the early morning hours. We’d wasted no time meeting up with the others at our designated area as soon as we could escape the hysteria at the club after the alarms went off. Dom was ready to haul us all back, including Franny and the girls, immediately, and we hadn’t questioned him.
It was early enough that the only place we could gather after we landed was at The Witch’s Brew while Lennox worked on opening the café for the day. Rory was eager to get his eyes on her. I hadn’t talked to the male much since our performance, and his words in my ear right before hell broke loose.
“He’s with Anya now,” Arch answered. He hadn’t stopped touching me in some way after we’d left the club, and for the first time since I could remember, I didn’t mind his touch.
If I were being honest with myself, I craved it.
I needed it.
It was something I had denied myself for so long, so the warmth that crept along my flesh wherever his cooler skin met mine was a pleasant reprieve from the isolation I’d forced myself into since coming to Haven Pass.
“What are your thoughts on his condition?” Cliona asked, looking at me instead of Arch. I wasn’t used to being spoken to so directly, even after being part of this coven for the last several months.
“I think he’ll adapt. We all adapt, but he’s young enough that with the right guidance, he will probably thrive here.” I was honest in my assessment. I hadn’t spoken to the pup much in the chaos, but he hadn’t cowered during the rescue and remained silent as if he were waiting for some shit to happen.
But we were all waiting for some shit to happen if we sought out sanctuary in this place.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t have turned to the HOMES project in the first place.
“What’s going to happen with him now that he’s here?” I asked the general group since most of the coven were here to listen to our report, but I assumed Cliona would know for sure.
“He’ll be staying with me until we find a family that can take him in after we assess what the best care for him looks like,” Bert answered. “Anya will let us know more details after her initial exam is complete.”
“As with Guillermo. He needs to perform his own assessment too for the pup’s mental health. Bert has a spare room and does a lot of the introductions for new residents anyway, so it’s a good fit until we can find something more permanent.”
I nodded. Bert was a kind man and had stepped up when Cliona lost her family. He was the obvious choice for a foster caretaker until more decisions could be made.