Chapter Nineteen
Ajax
I’ve been to parties as the bodyguard, when I had to be on high alert in another Master Vampire’s house, lest their people try to take over territory by taking my Master out, or some other violence. One never knows what will happen when powerful vampire masters gather.
But this party was completely different. No politics. Just brotherhood, drinking, and fun.
The first thing I noted was the food. So much food.
Mostly pulled pork, but also a few dozen fat and juicy hamburger patties in a warmer, waiting for someone to come along and put them on a bun and build a masterpiece.
Beside the burgers was every fixing you could imagine to turn your burger into a gastronomical work of art.
They also had beer on tap, and I accepted the offer of all the beer I could drink.
Matty pulled me to the bar, and I noted Spence was a lot more laid back than usual. Abbott was here and in charge, so Spence didn’t have any responsibilities. Well, other than not embarrassing his Master, but I knew that wouldn’t happen.
While I was talking to Bash, Angelica, and Matty, a girl from across the room caught my eye.
She wore short-shorts that showed half her ass, and a shirt without a bra — thin enough you could easily see the shape of her pert breasts and the darkness around her sizeable nipples.
She was perhaps a touch too skinny, but it worked for her.
Long brown hair, big brown eyes, and burgundy lipstick that made me wish her lips were wrapped around my cock.
Bash followed my gaze and grinned. “Ahh. Genie. I’m not sure how the three-wishes-three-holes thing came about, exactly, but the nickname stuck. She’s a sweetbutt, yours for the taking if you want her.”
I shook my head. “I don’t do slaves.”
“Oh no, sweetcheeks,” Matty told me. “Everything’s consensual here. The sweetbutts come of their own free will, knowing they’ll be used and abused by any brother who wants them, or any man a brother tells them to service. They want it. No slavery. It’s all consensual.”
I looked to Spence, and he nodded. “It’s fine. They aren’t slaves. They can walk out anytime.”
Spence had explained the sweetbutts to me already, but I’d needed to be sure. No way would I help subjugate someone who’d been forced into the position.
Bash didn’t even raise his voice to say, “Genie!” and she turned to look at him. He motioned her to him, and she pranced across the floor. Pranced. She didn’t walk. She was sex on two legs, and full of confidence.
“This is Ajax. Take care of him tonight. Drinks, blow jobs, whatever. The works. He wants it, he gets it.”
She turned her face up to me, obviously pleased with her orders.
“My, my. Aren’t you a big one? It’s my lucky night.”
She was some kind of owl. Not a great horned, something smaller. I ran the backs of my fingers across a nipple and scented her arousal. She liked having me do it in front of people. Interesting.
“What are you drinking, Genie?”
She looked around. “Oh, I left my beer. I’ll be right back.”
I made myself comfortable on a barstool and watched her prance across the room and back. When she returned, I lifted her to my lap. She settled right in and took a long drink.
I telepathed Abbott. I take it owls can get drunk, Sir?
Tipsy. She won’t do anything she’ll regret tomorrow.
Take charge with her. Don’t let her orgasm until you’re ready.
Tell her where to put her hands, how to suck your dick.
She needs to be told what to do. Give the party another thirty or forty minutes, and the bikers will be getting blow jobs on the sofas.
Feel free to move to the other side of the room and you can order her to blow you while you’re talking to them or playing a video game.
It isn’t done near the bar where you are, though. At least, not this early.
Why does she do this?
Someone will treat her this way tonight. It’s the reason she’s here. If it isn’t you, it’ll be someone else. Her reasons are her own and not for me to share. It’s best you don’t ask her about them, either. It’ll just make things awkward.
I talked to the ol’ladies a while, and then I moved to the sofa and talked to the men.
I carried Genie with me and situated her on my lap again.
When my beer got low, she went to get me another without being told.
She answered me when I asked a question, but otherwise, she didn’t speak.
She seemed happy enough leaned up against me, and once I started torturing her nipples while I talked to the brothers, her scent was downright intoxicating.
I was deep in a conversation with Horse, Nix, Razor and a few others about guns and ammo when I noted Viper and Knife were getting blow jobs. I leaned in and told Genie, “On your knees and get me out. Let’s see how talented that mouth, tongue, and throat are.”
She kissed my cheek, slid to the floor, kneeled between my legs, and worked my belt and jeans.
A few minutes later her mouth was wrapped around my cock.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed her hotter-than-human mouth and tongue a few moments.
Then a few more. Eventually, I felt I could intelligently rejoin the conversation.
And what an odd feeling — a woman’s mouth working my cock while I talked to men about guns, bullets, shotgun shells, sights, silencers, magazines, grips, and myriad other accessories.
Before long, Dawg had a sweetbutt blowing him, and then Slick pointed to a girl who came to him, dropped to her knees, and went to work without him saying a word.
Bobcat had a girl over his lap, face down and ass up, and he fingered her while he talked to us.
Her scent told me she’d been given instruction not to orgasm, and she was struggling to hold it in.
She’d worn a miniskirt, so her cute little ass was on display over his lap.
Hours later, the bikers with ol’ladies had left the main room, and the single bikers were fucking the sweetbutts.
Abbott and Spence were gone, but Abbott had let me know I’d be fine on my own.
I fucked Genie bent over the pool table the first time, and then took her ass with her bent over the arm of a sofa.
Later, I fucked her ass while Slick fucked her mouth, with her on all fours on the floor between us.
And I bossed her around all damned night.
She came when I gave her permission, and she whined when I didn’t let her find release, but she never once complained with words.
I popped her on the ass a few times when she didn’t obey fast enough, and she didn’t hesitate when given orders, at least for a while, and then I gave her another reminder.
None were especially hard pops — she’d just needed to know there’d be consequences.
When I finally left the party at nearly four in the morning, I drove to TBC instead of going home. Spence had told me they were going there, and not back up on the mountain, and I wanted to talk to him.
I’d enjoyed my time with the bikers, and I loved the kind of sex I had with Genie. What did that mean? Was I really a good fit with the Doyles?
I heard Abbott in my head before I’d even parked the car. Spence will come up and let you in. It’ll be a second. The club’s closed.
I’m sorry, Master Abbott. I should’ve called first.
No apologies. I can see what’s on your mind and in your heart. I have some time this morning. Come in and we’ll talk.
I’m sorry. You’re so busy, and I’ve taken enough of your time and attention.
No apologies. Don’t make me say it again. You’re mine, and you need me. I’m here.
Spence let me in with a smile and a hug, and I followed him downstairs to Abbott.
“I’m glad you went,” Spence said while we walked. “I think Genie probably is, too.”
I laughed. “She seemed to.”
Abbott was seated at his desk when we stepped into his office.
Before I even sat down, he told me, “Joining the bikers isn’t an option for you.
I wish that weren’t the case. I’d release you completely in a heartbeat if it could be done, but it can’t.
Years from now, we might experiment around with giving you and your wolf total freedom, but it can’t happen in your near future.
I hold your wolf in check, but I need you to be near my vampires for it to happen, and I have to own you to maintain control.
The bikers can’t let someone owned by another organization into theirs.
They’re way too guarded to let me see their secrets.
Also, they require total loyalty, which you couldn’t give them while bound to me. ”
I appreciated the rip-the-bandage-off approach.
“I understand, and I appreciate your directness. Is there no way for me to have the kind of...” I rubbed my bald head. “I liked bossing Genie around. I also liked being with another shapeshifter. Someone warm, who can do things with me in the day. A peer. Someone closer to my age.”
He sat back and looked me over from head to toe, and back up to my face. “Yes. I can see you did. Let me think on it and talk to Kieran and Gwen. The idea was to give them a single male to share, but there could be other options.”
* * * *
Ajax
I arrived home an hour and a half before dawn and didn’t expect to see much of Kieran or Gwen, but they had other things in mind.
Other than sending me to the shower and telling me to make it snappy, they didn’t seem to care that I’d been with an owl shifter.
“Abbott’s given us an assignment for the evening,” Kieran told me when I joined them in the dungeon. “He worries the time is short before all hell breaks loose. Lie on the bondage table, mouth wide open.”
Earlier, I’d been the one giving instructions, and now I was being ordered around. Part of me wanted to object, but no way could I refuse an order from Kieran. I didn’t want to refuse. I wanted to please him.
I just needed to adjust to following orders instead of giving them.
I assumed the position Kieran ordered me into, and both vampires pierced their forearm and let their blood drip into my mouth at the same time.
I swallowed it when they commanded, and then groaned when I felt Gwen take over part of my willpower — just enough to make my dick the rest of the way hard.
It was on the way, but it’d had quite a workout already.
Gwen straddled me and sank onto my erection, facing me.
She held my gaze in hers, and I was reminded that this is where I belong.
Gwen and Kieran had welcomed me, given me a home.
Not a cold, heartless apartment I returned to when I wasn’t working.
A warm, loving, home. I liked the fact I was in charge of keeping our home safe.
It was a job, certainly, but it didn’t feel like work.
Kieran put his knees on either side of my ribcage, leaned forward, stuck his dick in my mouth, and began fucking my face in earnest. My cock swelled a little more inside Gwen.
I’d enjoyed bossing Genie around, but I still needed this.
Gwen bounced up and down on my cock, and I bent my knees enough to meet her thrust for thrust. Her groan told me that worked for her, and my cock throbbed and pulsed.
Meanwhile, I had to time my breaths when Kieran’s dick wasn’t down my throat.
For a little guy, he had a big tool. Not as big as mine, but proportionally, it was sizeable.
I certainly knew when it was up my ass. Those first couple of times had been damned hard because it’d been months since that’d been required of me.
Even now that I’m used to it, it takes a few moments to adjust.
Kieran sped up, and my thoughts flew away. It was all about survival. I love it when Kieran finds his pleasure with me like this, so I have to fight for oxygen.
Eventually, I caught up with his new, faster rhythm. I wasn’t getting plenty of oxygen, but I was getting enough to keep me from being frantic — though barely. And then, out of nowhere, Kieran was in my head ordering me and Gwen to orgasm, and we both came when he did.
Gwen leaned down to bite my right forearm and drink from me, and Kieran lifted my left forearm to his mouth and struck it as well.
My head swam. The room threatened to spin despite the fact my eyes were closed.
I was being drained in three places — my cock as I came into Gwen, and both arms as the vampires drank me down.
On top of this, Kieran came down my throat and into my stomach, and Gwen soaked my dick.
All vampire fluids are bloody, so there was a lot of blood being exchanged in all directions.
There’s no way to explain what happened next.
Fireworks, but bigger. More. So much more.
Later, I learned we somehow invoked the power of three, and that this is a huge deal.
It would give us three cubed the amount of our combined powers if we learned how to use it, but the learning curve was apparently steep.
Still, just the fact we’d accessed it was cause for celebration.
Spence explained all of this to me an hour later, though, because the Doyles left me in the dungeon with no explanations so they could make it to their inner chamber before the dawn took them.
There was barely time for basic aftercare.
Explanations would have to wait. Abbott apparently felt it from TBC, and he told Spence to come to me and explain.