Epilogue #2
They'd caught feelings long ago.
Both of them.
I'd known for a while now. Seen it in the way Kitty's eyes lingered on my face when she thought I wasn't looking. Heard it in the way Puppy said my name—my real name, not the playful "Master" he used during scenes.
They wanted more.
More than money.
More than an arrangement.
More than the hollow transaction we'd all agreed to.
And I couldn't give it to them.
Not because they weren't beautiful. They were. Objectively, devastatingly beautiful.
Not because they weren't skilled. They knew my body better than anyone. Knew exactly how to touch me, where to press, when to push and when to yield.
But after Nura. . .
I closed my eyes, and her face swam up from the darkness. That single date. One dinner. A few hours of conversation about nothing important—books, music, and places we'd never been.
She'd laughed at my terrible jokes.
She'd stolen food off my plate without asking.
She'd looked at me like I was just a man, not a monster or a weapon forged in blood and fire.
I'd wanted to kiss her so badly my teeth ached.
Wanted to bite her.
The thought had shocked me.
I'd never wanted to bite anyone before.
I thought about Nyomi. About the way Kenji looked at her—like she was the sun and he'd happily burn. About those bite marks on her shoulder, fresh and red, evidence of a hunger that went beyond sex, beyond possession, into something primal, terrifying, and real.
My brother had found his person.
Someone he desperately yearned to bite.
I looked at Kitty and then at Puppy's purple hair splayed across the pillow.
I didn't want to bite them. Not once, in all our years together, had the urge ever crossed my mind. And suddenly, that felt like the most important thing in the world.
I should find my person.
The thought settled into my chest like a stone.
I should find someone I desperately yearn to bite.
Someone who made my teeth ache. Someone who made me want to mark and claim and possess. Someone who looked at me the way Nyomi looked at Kenji—like I was worth burning for.
I will have to let Kitty and Puppy go. Soon.
They deserved someone who wanted to devour them whole. And I deserved to stop pretending that warm bodies and willing mouths could fill the void.
I thought of Nyomi again.
Any other time, Kenji would share with me, and I would share with him, and we would lose ourselves in pleasure together the way we had since we were young men discovering what our bodies could do.
But Nyomi was different.
She was his Tiger.
His Heart.
The woman who had saved him from thirty-four snakes in a single night. The woman who made him breakfast and looked at him like he was more than a monster.
Kenji would share her food. He would share her conversation. He would share her laughter and her presence and the warmth she brought to our family.
But nothing else.
Not her body.
Not her intimacy.
Not the sounds she made when pleasure took her.
That belonged to my brother alone.
And I had to accept that.
Hmmm.
I closed my eyes.
Perhaps, the dream had been a warning. A reminder of how easily desire could twist into something destructive and make you fall to your death.
I was in pain—that was part of it. Nura's death had hollowed me out, left a void in my chest that screamed to be filled.
And Nyomi was warmth. Nyomi was comfort. Nyomi was everything soft and good in a world that had been nothing but sharp edges and blood for as long as I could remember.
Of course my starving heart reached for her.
But I wouldn't allow selfishness or loneliness to poison what my brother had found. Wouldn't let my own pain become an excuse to take something that wasn't mine.
I love Kenji too much.
Besides. . .Nyomi was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The best thing that had ever happened to our family.
And I would protect that.
Even from myself.
I exhaled slowly, feeling the resolve settle into my bones like iron.
No more dreams like that.
No more reaching for her.
No more wanting what I couldn't have.
I would be her brother.
Her protector.
Her friend.
Nothing more.
Beside me, Puppy stirred again.
I looked down and caught him watching me.
“You know what? I change my mind.” I grinned. “I need some attention."
“Oh, do you?” He slid his hand beneath the sheets, finding me already hard, already leaking, already desperate for something to chase away the ghost of that dream. "I can help with that, Master."
“Good, little Puppy. Show me how much you love to lick. How much you love to suck.”
“Yes, Master.” He slipped beneath the sheets.
And soon his mouth found my cock.
Hot.
Wet.
Skilled.
“Yes,” I groaned as pleasure replaced the ache of wanting something forbidden.
I watched the shape of him move beneath the sheet. That rhythmic bob. Up and down. Slow at first, teasing, the way he knew I liked it.
The white linen rose and fell like a wave, hiding the details but hinting at everything.
Not enough.
I needed to see.
My hand found the edge of the sheet and pulled it back slowly, revealing inch by inch what lay beneath.
First, his purple hair—that ridiculous, beautiful bright purple—fanned across my muscular thighs like silk. The strands caught the low light filtering through the curtains, shimmering violet and indigo.
Then his face.
Those sharp cheekbones hollowed as he sucked. His eyes were closed, long lashes dark against his skin, his breathtaking expression soft with lusty concentration.
Utterly devoted.
His full lips stretched around my girth, pink and slick with spit, forming a perfect seal.
“You are such a good little puppy.” I watched those full lips slide down my thick shaft—watched the way my cock disappeared into that warm, willing mouth—watched the way his throat worked as he took me deeper. “You know just how I like it.”
He was beautiful like this.
Serving.
His hand wrapped around the base of my cock, fingers elegant and sure, stroking what his mouth couldn't reach.
The other hand pressed flat against my thigh, steadying himself, nails digging in just enough to sting.
I liked that sting, and he knew it.
“Mmm.” I licked my lips. "Look at me."
His eyes fluttered open. Violet contacts gleaming up at me, pupils blown wide with arousal. He didn't stop sucking my cock—just held my gaze as his head continued to bob, as his tongue swirled around my tip, as his cheeks hollowed with each long, slow pull.
“God yes.” A dark groan left me.
The sight punched the air from my lungs.
There was something about being watched while you were worshipped. Something about seeing your own pleasure reflected in someone else's eyes.
He took my cock out of his mouth and then traced the thick vein on the underside of my cock with his tongue.
“Yes, Puppy. Lick it good.”
Groaning, he lapped at the sensitive spot just below the head and close to my piercings. Flicked once, twice, until my hips jerked.
"Fuck." My hand found his hair, and then I threaded my fingers through that purple silk, gripping just tight enough to guide him. "Put it back in your mouth, Puppy."
He did just as I said and then moaned around my cock—a lovely vibration traveled up my spine and settled at the base of my skull.
His head moved faster now.
Bobbing.
Dipping.
Taking me deeper with each stroke until I felt the tight flutter of his throat against my tip.
Spit dripped down my shaft.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
Slick.
Hungry.
The sounds of a man who loved what he was doing.
I watched a bead of saliva slide down to my balls, watched his lips glisten, watched his jaw work as he swallowed around me.
My grip tightened in his hair. "Don't stop, Puppy. Keep sucking my cock."
On my other side, Kitty stirred. A sleepy smile curved her lips. "Are you two planning on leaving me out of the fun?"
“Never.”
She stretched like her namesake, all long limbs and arched back, then crawled toward me across the sheets. "You know I hate missing out."
Puppy pulled off my cock with a wet pop. His lips were swollen and glistening. "There's plenty of his cock to share."
“That’s why I love how big our master is.” Kitty scooted down and settled on my other side. Her strawberry blonde hair spilled across my thigh as she lowered her head. Her tongue darted out, tasting the base of my shaft where Puppy's hand had been.
"Master is so delicious." She hummed against my skin. "I want to die with Master’s cock in my mouth."
"Kitty," I chuckled, caressing the back of her head. "Such a wicked thing to say."
She merely grinned, pressing a soft kiss to my thigh before turning her attention back to my cock. Her lips wrapped around me, joining Puppy in their devoted worship.
Their bodies intertwined as they serviced me, hands roaming.
“My pets.” I licked my lips. “My lovers.”
Their pleasure was my pleasure.
Their satisfaction was my satisfaction.
Their joy was my joy.
I reveled in it.
Thrived in it.
Kitty licked a long stripe up one side of my cock while Puppy mirrored her on the other.
Two wet tongues.
Two warm mouths.
Two captivatingly beautiful people devoted to my pleasure.
I groaned, and they worked in tandem—sometimes in sync, sometimes in counterpoint. Kitty's tongue swirled around my tip while Puppy began to suck gently at my balls.
Then they switched, trading places with the ease of long practice.
"You know what?" I lifted my head to watch them. "Let's make this interesting."
They both paused, looking up at me with eager eyes.
"We should do a competition." I winked. "Show me what you've got. Whoever makes me feel the best gets to choose what happens next."
Kitty's eyes sparkled with challenge. Puppy's lips curved into a determined smile. And then they descended on me like I was a feast and they were starving.
Kitty struck first.