Chapter 21
Star
Iwas thankful I carried enough makeup around for a full-blown makeover, because Damon was made for it. His cheekbones could cut glass, his lips had a natural pout a model would kill for, and his ivory skin and amber eyes set off my favorite lavender shadow perfectly.
This would have made the best movie montage.
Damon looked hot once I was done with him—even more so than usual—but I couldn’t tell what he thought of his transition. For a few tense moments, he simply sat and stared at the vanity mirror, his expression as wary as if he were looking at a stranger.
Well, now I know vampires have reflections.
“Do you… like it?” I whispered, not wanting to rush him, but needing to know if he was okay.
Because I have a container of Pond’s Cold Cream ready if he wants it gone.
Just as I was starting to get nervous, his gaze flickered to mine in the mirror’s reflection. “I do. It’s just… It's been a while since I saw myself like this.”
Sweet baby.
“Well, I think you look bitchin’.” I smiled encouragingly, wanting to offer reassurance without objectifying him.
Since we wear makeup for ourselves.
He blushed adorably at the compliment before clearing his throat. “Thank you for this…” he began, holding my gaze. “Not just for reminding me who I was but for showing me who you are.”
I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?”
He smiled softly. “You blew into our store being unapologetically yourself—the makeup, the clothes, the attitude…”
I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, and you gave me that attitude right back.”
Hot.
Damon huffed and dropped his gaze, blushing deeper before peeking up at me.
“It was jealousy more than anything. Jealousy and admiration.” When I raised my eyebrows in surprise, he continued, “I might have acted as if I didn’t like you, but it was quite the opposite.
I admired how freely you expressed herself… and wished I could do the same.”
“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t,” I replied, circling the vanity chair and brushing his pretty hair off his shoulders as I gazed down at him. “Especially with how the punk scene encourages makeup for everyone, regardless of gender.”
He nodded, deep in thought for a moment.
“Yeah… it probably doesn’t make much sense from the outside looking in, and I don’t think I could have articulated the issue until you came along.
” Sighing heavily, he dropped his head back.
“I’ve also been incredibly unfair to Max—keeping everything inside instead of just talking about what was bothering me.
I don’t want to continue doing this to him anymore, and I definitely don’t want to start things off like this with you—”
“So don’t,” I interrupted, causing him to snap to attention again. “If you need permission, consider this your official permission. Be yourself, Damon, because that’s who I want, and I’d bet money it’s who Max wants as well. We both want you, just as you are.”
Damon’s lost expression instantly gave way to a lust he wore even better than the makeup.
“Star… Would you kiss me? Please?”
My heart lodged in my throat. Not just because of what he was asking for, but how.
Could I kiss him.
The same guy who’d snarled at me like a bitchy Valley Girl my first day at Sizzling Discourse wanted me to take control of the situation.
The goth heartthrob who could probably land every man or woman who crossed his path.
The sad little baby vampire so damaged by his past, he’d stopped allowing himself to experience what brought him joy.
Luckily for him, I’ve already fantasized about this exact scenario.
“Of course,” I purred, placing my hands on his shoulders before dipping my head and brushing my lips over his.
Damon didn’t strain upwards, and the way his hands roamed over me felt more exploratory than demanding. He remained obediently pliant, allowing me to lick my way into his mouth—to tease the sharp points of his fangs as they appeared—rewarding me with the softest little sighs in return.
He’s like a drug.
Gripping his gorgeous face between my hands, I straddled his lap, suddenly starved for him. Upping the intensity of our kiss, I tangled our tongues and nipped at his plump bottom lip—anything to get him to make more helpless sounds for me.
A drug I could get addicted to.
I could see why Max enjoyed being the dominant one.
Yes, I felt empowered by his submission, but there was an added weight of responsibility that made every touch—every shared breath—feel euphoric.
With Damon, I wasn’t only taking, I was giving, and the only thing that mattered was getting us both to the point where the pleasure loop was continuous.
“Star… please… more,” he gasped—a desperate plea—daring to ask for what he needed.
Good boy.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured, breaking our kiss so I could draw back and better look at him.
Damon’s eyes slammed shut—as if the sight of what I was offering was too much—but I patiently waited for him to collect himself. When his criminally-long eyelashes fluttered open again, his expression was a heartbreaking mixture of fear and hope.
“I… want that,” He choked out. “But… it feels like I shouldn’t.”
Ohhhh…
“Let me take care of you,” I soothed, catching on to the conditioning that had been done to him. “Let us take care of you.”
Because you definitely deserve it.
There was no way in hell Max didn’t let Damon know how worshipped he was on the regular. I’d had exactly one sexual experience with the man—vampire—myself and felt like a freakin’ goddess by the end of it.
So unlimited patience and praise it is, then.
“I’m going to make my beautiful boy feel so good,” I whispered, gripping his face tighter when he tried to avert his gaze. “But I need you to promise that you’ll keep your eyes on me. Can you do that?”
He blew out a shaky breath but nodded, releasing me so I could slide down his body and get myself situated on the floor between his legs.
I paused with my hands on the button of his jeans. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he choked out, his eyes on me, just like I’d asked. “Green.”
I smiled at the knowledge Max had established the same safewords for him however long ago. It made me feel connected to both of them, even though Damon was the only one here at the moment.
Although… Max is welcome to show up any time he wants…
Determined to keep our pet happy until that happened, I eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped, grinning wide when I found no underwear blocking my path.
Someone does seem to prefer us going commando.
I licked my lips in anticipation as I reached into his jeans and wrestled him free, eager to get a good look at what I was up against.
Deadly.
Damon had one of the most beautiful dicks I’d ever seen, which made sense with how the rest of him looked.
Thick and uncut, with the tastiest vein running up the shaft—like a roadmap for my tongue.
The head was plumped up and begging to be sucked, already emerging from his smooth foreskin and offering a perfect bead of precum on the slit.
All mine.
For now.
Leaning forward, I licked it off, moaning as the salty flavor combined with his signature scent of leather and citrus.
“Star…” he whimpered again, somehow even more desperate than before.
The feeling is mutual.
When I pulled back to get my bearings, a glimmer of metal at the edge of his jeans caught my eye.
Ooh!
“It’s a lorum piercing,” Damon breathlessly explained as he helped me pull his pants all the way down to his boots before spreading his legs wider for me.
Soooo… a toy for me, then?
I yanked off my fishnet gloves and experimentally ran my thumb over the barbell placed where his shaft met his scrotum, making him buck. “By the goddess, Star!” he gasped. “If you keep playing with it like that, I’m going to last about two seconds.”
Let’s count.
“Is that a challenge?” I purred, hovering my mouth over his weeping crown. “Because you’re mine now and I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Fuck,” Damon hissed as I swallowed him deep enough to run my tongue over his piercing, making his hips jerk upward again. “I want to belong to you, Star… I want you to… own me…”
I groaned as I pulled off and did it again, and again. The thought of owning Damon—co-owning him while Max owned both of us—made my pussy clench on nothing, desperate to be filled.
In fact, I was firmly on board with the idea of everyone sharing each other in this relationship, and not just for the mind blowing sex we would have, but the emotional connection that was already being established. It felt right—like something I’d been missing my entire life…
Like having my own family again.
Deeper emotions aside, all my horny brain wanted to focus on at the moment—aside from Damon and his beautiful dick—was how Max had sunk his fangs into my thigh last night. Because now I was wondering what it would feel like to have both of them bite me at the same time.
I wish I had fangs, so I could return the favor.
The thought made me dizzy. All the thoughts did. This entire situation made me want and need like I never had before.
I need to be theirs…
Damon’s breath grew ragged as I increased my pace, taking him into my throat over and over while flicking my tongue over his hot-as-fuck dick accessory with every pass.
When I peeked up to check on him, I saw his eyes were still open like I’d asked, but instead of watching me, Damon’s gaze was locked on his reflection in the vanity mirror.
Can’t say I blame him.
His pale cheeks were slightly flushed, his long dark hair catching against the sheen of sweat on his skin. But his makeup was immaculate, and I hoped he was as turned on by how he looked as I was.
You’re perfect.
He groaned, low and gutturally—literally the hottest sound I’d ever heard. “Fuck, Star…” his gaze fell to mine again, wild with desire. “I’m gonna…”
Give it to me.
If he thought his warning was going to change anything about what I was doing, he was dead wrong.
I want to take everything.
I want to give you everything.
Damon shouted as his cock thickened and pulsed in my mouth, and I greedily swallowed every drop before pulling off to catch the last spurts on my tongue.
Rising to my feet, I carefully climbed back into his lap and brought my mouth to his trembling lips—sharing the taste with him while he shuddered.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his eyes meeting mine, and I understood he wasn’t just talking about the kiss.
Or the blow job.
“Always,” I replied, smoothing his long hair out of his face. “I’ll always take care of you, because you’re mine now, just like I’m yours. And we both belong to Max.”
“That’s what I love to hear.” Max’s smooth voice snapped my attention to where he was casually leaning against the far wall. “Did my two perfect playthings finally kiss and make up…”
His voice trailed off as Damon also turned his head to face him—the signature smirk morphing into shock as he spotted the other man’s makeover.
Ta-da!
“Do you… not like it?” Damon hesitantly repeated my earlier words after a full minute of silence.
Oh, you silly man.
I wanted to kiss him senseless for assuming the worst, because the look on Max’s face as he stalked across the room was pure hunger.
And true love.
“Are you kidding?” Max choked out as he reached us and placed a shaking hand under Damon’s chin to hold him steady as he took him in. “You look…”
“Just like how you remember?” I dared to ask.
Max nodded, although his gaze remained fixed on the other man. “Better.” Blowing out a shaky breath, he leaned down and gave Damon the sweetest kiss. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
Damon swallowed thickly. “Me too. I have a lot of… internalized… stuff to work through, but I’m so incredibly sorry for being so distant—for letting you think you were doing anything wrong.”
“You’re forgiven, my love,” Max replied, gazing at him adoringly. “I’m simply happy you found your way back to yourself and to me.” His warm gaze found mine. “To us.”
Awww…
They are just the cutest wittle bloodsuckers.
While I appreciate Max trying to include me, this really felt like their moment. Apparently, I was wrong, as both the guys growled and held me in place the instant I tried to discreetly slide off Damon’s lap.
I laughed. “Okay, okay, got it. I’m officially up in your business now.”
Max grinned. “You got that right, and the first order of business is you riding our pet while I watch.” His smile turned devilish as he moved to stand behind Damon’s chair, leaning down to whisper in his love’s ear. “And he’s not allowed to come again until you do.”