Chapter Sixteen
Gwen
Once again, I awakened alone. I didn’t sense Ajax near, and I frowned. I made a wider circle with my senses, and realized I had a few extra security personnel, which meant Ajax wasn’t home.
Home? Yes. Home. This was Ajax’s home now, too.
But he wasn’t here. I reached for my phone and saw a text from him. I should be home by six. I’m with Spence. I look forward to spending the evening with you.
I didn’t expect to be upset, but I was. He didn’t have to be here when I rose.
He’s his own person, and we didn’t have specific plans.
We had extra security, so I was safe. And yet, I was displeased.
I changed into shorts and a dressy blouse, and made my way to our underground office.
My hair and makeup were still fine, so I’d look presentable in case I needed to video chat with someone.
They’d never know I had shorts on, they’d just see my head and the blouse.
I lost track of time while I worked, but I knew when Ajax pulled onto our road. I kept working, but I monitored him as he parked the car in the garage, checked in with the security team, and finally made his way to me.
His scent caught me off guard when he came down the hallway.
He’d fucked a human.
My first instinct was to rip his throat out, but I calmed my inner Vampiress. Abbott had ordered him to have sex with others. By the time he stepped to the office doorway, I’d regained my composure. Or, I thought I had. His expression told me perhaps I hadn’t.
And then I saw him breathe in, and I realized my anger was probably still on the air.
“I’m okay. Just a few seconds of rage until I remembered Abbott’s orders. We’re good.”
“I understand his orders now. I’ve only been with a few women, and they were all vampires. A human woman is... different. Warm. Also, there are positions I didn’t know about. And...” He shrugged. “I’m sorry. I’m not helping. You’re feeling territorial. I’ll shower.”
He left before I could say anything, but he was exactly right. I was feeling horribly territorial. He was mine. Well, mine and Kieran’s. Ours.
And if I’m honest, the bit about a human being warm kind of stung. Vampires are cold. We only have the heat we steal, and even then we’re never actually warm. A hot bath can help, but it isn’t the same. Our skin is warm after a bath, but it’s impossible to heat our core.
He’d been a slave, but he wasn’t very experienced sexually.
Not really. He’d been a guard, and only used for sex when his master’s guests requested him, and they were important enough to make his master choose to replace his personal bodyguard with someone else so his guard could be a plaything for his guests.
I assumed that didn’t happen often. I knew he’d been raped six to eight times a year by men while he was still a child, but his experience with women wouldn’t have kicked in until his slave training after he’d hit puberty.
As a young child, they fucked his ass infrequently enough the child saw it as rape, and didn’t learn how to disassociate while it happened.
They could block previous experiences from the child’s memories, so it was like the first time, every time.
A child you could sell as an anal virgin every six to eight weeks.
Perhaps a little longer if the child’s asshole needed longer to heal after it was ripped open from the violence of the act.
Was it fair for us to take him in and keep him from experiencing sex with his kind? No. And that was exactly why Abbott was insisting he branch out.
I’m sorry, I telepathed. I’m happy you had a good experience. I was caught off guard.
I apologize. Spence set it up this morning. I suppose I could’ve texted you, but he didn’t want to talk to me about it with him on an open line, so I thought it best not to send a message.
You have no reason to apologize. We all heard Abbott’s orders, but even if he hadn’t issued them, you’d have been in your right to have sex with someone else. We have no agreement saying you can’t. I ran through what he’d said again, and asked, Spence set it up?
Yes. I pointed out that I’d been unable to follow Abbott’s directive, so he set up a session with a prostitute.
The name of the place was the Rolling Thunder Motor Hotel, so I assume the bikers own the place.
The human he arranged for was sweet. It was awkward at first, but she helped make it feel normal. Or, mostly normal.
Do you want to see her again?
Spence and I talked afterwards, and he thinks I need a session with someone I can get rough with. He’s going to make arrangements for me to see someone else next week.
Again, this made sense. Spence was following Abbott’s directives, and I understood his reasoning.
Ajax needed to learn to take control. He was an alpha male.
If he hadn’t been abducted into slavery, it was unlikely he’d have submissive tendencies.
We needed to give him a chance to exercise the Alpha part of his psyche.
I didn’t like it because I wanted him to fit in with us, but if he was truly Alpha at heart, enough so he’d eventually stop feeling submissive, we needed to know this up front and not five years down the road.
With that I mind, I telepathed, Figure out how our evening will go and then let me know what room you’d like me in. I’ll stay at my desk until I hear from you.
After about twenty seconds, he sent back a short, Okay.
* * * *
Ajax
Was she telling me she wanted me to take charge? How did that work, with a werewolf and a scary-strong vampire? Could it work?
I stayed longer in the shower than necessary, but I couldn’t reconcile taking charge of Gwen Doyle.
She was too strong. Too powerful. I belonged to her.
It wasn’t right. I’d hurt Kieran when he’d ordered it, and if Gwen ordered me to take charge of her, I’d have no choice, but this hadn’t been an order.
And so, when I’d dried myself and done a few dozen pullups, because I’d been taught to pump my muscles up before presenting myself for sex, I went to see Gwen.
“Sometimes it’s pullups, sometimes it’s pushups. Why the difference?”
I shrugged. “Different muscle groups are worked on based on the day of the week. Both focus on similar parts of the body, but there are subtle differences.”
She gave a single nod. It felt like she got most of the answer out of my head. I waited for her next question.
“I saw your thoughts in the shower, and I apologize for creating so much uncertainty. You want to Top someone, but not me. I get it. Perhaps once you’re used to being in charge of others, we can have this discussion again, but now isn’t the time.
” She took a breath. “Since I’ll be in charge, I may as well show you something I don’t see in your memories.
It’s possible you aren’t even aware werewolves have magic dicks. ”
I furrowed my brow. What the fuck was she talking about?
She grinned. “Sit on the chair beside the bed. I’ll show you.”
She wore a dressy blouse with shorts and some of her dressy house shoes.
Though, all her bedroom slippers were fancy.
She followed me into the master suite, and I watched as she tossed her clothes in the hamper.
Someone would sort them, clean them, and return them to the drawers and closets. They did the same with my clothes.
Gwen climbed onto my lap, and I helped support her as she lined herself up and then sank down onto my dick.
“You’d be much too long if I were human.”
I nodded. I hadn’t been able to go deep into Candy’s pussy.
I could get farther into her ass, but still not all the way.
I hadn’t pushed into her throat, I’d let her swallow me down, but she hadn’t taken all of me in.
It’d been fine, though. Her heat had more than made up for it.
Spence told me humans aren’t as warm as shapeshifters, and he’d wanted me to get used to a human woman before I experienced another shifter.
Something about learning to be gentle based on the temperature.
“I’m going to take control of your wolf to do this,” Gwen said.
“The strongest werewolves can pull this off. Usually, those who can hold a warrior form, though that particular litmus test isn’t an absolute.
Your previous master had some of his wolves taught how to do it, despite the fact they can’t control their beasts.
” She took a breath, and I could sense her communicating with my wolf.
Not talking to him. I didn’t think she used words.
And then I felt my cock shifting. I started to panic, but she spoke to me telepathically. It’s okay. I’m in charge. He isn’t going to take over. We’re just changing the shape of your maypole.
I internally smirked, and she playfully punched my arm. “Dick. Cock. Fucking penis. The point is, you have to keep the same mass, but it can be shorter and fatter, or thinner and longer. I prefer short and fat.”
And fuck me if she didn’t make my cock just that. Mostly, I knew she’d done it because I felt the change, but also because she was suddenly so damned tight, and I no longer felt the tip pushing into resistance.
She leaned into me more, and I wrapped my arms around her. “Can you teach me to do that?”
“When you can hold your warrior form in a fight, we might have a chance of teaching you.” She leaned into me more. I’m holding it for you. Can you walk with me to the bed without losing me? I want you to fuck me hard, Ajax. Fuck me so hard I have to order a new mattress.
We both knew that wasn’t likely. Vampires buy special mattresses so they don’t have to worry about spilled blood soaking past the top layer of cloth, but also so they can get rough on them without breaking them. Still, it was a good goal, and I figured I could give it my level best.
I pulled out slow the first time. I knew I was shorter, so I didn’t have as much dick to play with. She was patient with me for the couple dozen strokes it took me to feel confident in the range of movement I had to play with before I’d come out of her.
And then I did as she’d asked, and I slammed home, hard.
“Yes. Fuck yes, Ajax. Please.”
There was so much damned friction. She was too small for however fat she’d made my dick, but I couldn’t wait to pulverize her.
It didn’t occur to me until later that I’d freaked out at the idea of dominating her, and yet, once she’d turned my dick into something different, I took charge and nearly destroyed her beautiful pussy.
I fucked her over an hour, until my legs wanted to give out, but I needed to fuck her more, until my dick and balls released, until this overarching need was sated.
I was over her. Pounding. Using her body for my needs. Later, I’d feel horrible guilt, but in that moment, I didn’t even realize.
I’d started with my hands on the bed over Gwen’s head. She’s so short, and I needed leverage. At some point, I went to my elbows. This put my forearm near enough, the vampire could stretch a little, turn her head, and sink her fangs into my forearm.
My training took hold, and my arm froze. This meant I had to slow my hips, but my dick and balls hurt, I needed to come so badly.
Gwen had it all under control, though. She pumped the orgasm cocktail through my body, and it felt as if my entire body drained through my balls and dick.
It’s possible most of my energy drained into her as well, because I could only roll to the side and collapse when Gwen’s orgasm was finally over.
And once I’d come, I realized what she’d done. “You took hold of more than my dick. You let the wolf have a little control during sex. It was my dick, but some of his psyche was in my head. I was too rough with you.”
“You were exactly as rough as I wanted you to be, and no, none of that was your wolf’s psyche.
I overrode the part of your brain that would make you think of my needs.
The portion that keeps you from being a psychopath.
You were only thinking of your needs because that’s all I wanted you to think of. ”
Slaves do as they’re told. I thought I was free, but as long as the vampires I lived with could screw with my head, I was merely their toy. Abbott had been wrong. I could never be their third. I could only be their plaything.