Chapter 32
Star
Well, color me surprised.
It actually wasn’t shocking at all to wake up the evening after the club and find Max still plowing ahead with his pre-crime scene investigation.
I could have called that one a mile away.
When the guys asked me to talk to Billie about connecting with the vampire applicant… that was the moment my jaw hit the floor.
Damon barely wanted to connect with anyone besides us—including Mags, who was at our house constantly, or Chaz, who lived on the property—and Max had already decided everyone in that stack was a threat until proven otherwise.
Someone had a change of heart.
And I am here for it!
I was happy for any excuse to throw Damon on the back of my Ducati the following evening and drive to Cape Dawn’s waterfront business district, but telling Billie in person that we wanted to play Welcome Wagon added an extra thrill.
We’d cornered her as she locked up the office for the night, and while a disbelieving eyebrow was raised, she’d ultimately agreed to run it by the unnamed vampire in her files.
Live & Lurk was built on the idea of community, after all!
“Do you think they’ll want to meet us?” I casually asked Damon as we browsed the aisles of our favorite after-dark sex toy shop afterward.
The main reason I was happy to make the trip, full disclosure.
My pet tore his gaze away from a monster of a bright blue strap-on to reply. “I don’t know… but I hope so. I think it will be good for us.” His attention drifted back to the dildo. “For Max especially.”
I snatched the monster from the shelf and added her—yes, her—to my shopping basket, smirking when color rose to his cheeks.
“Yeah, I think about that sometimes… about how he was raised in a literal village,” I mused, grabbing a smaller, rabbit-style dildo, along with a new thigh strap-on harness for Max to use on me.
Equal opportunity switch over here!
“That’s what I’ve gathered, from what little he’s told me of his childhood.” Damon sighed, and I sympathized—since this was a struggle we’d shared over the years—before he rallied a smile. “I suppose I was also raised in a village of sorts.”
“Fuck yes, you were!” I crowed, earning us an amused snort from the purple-haired babe behind the register. “Raised by a village of women, too. Prime wife-guy material.”
Or, just wifey material.
When I’d first met Damon in the 80s, his knee-jerk reaction to such a statement would have been to push back—to prove his masculinity.
Thanks to his past, his internalized misogyny ran deep, but both Max and I had worked hard to make sure he knew our little family was a safe space to explore his true nature.
And we like to challenge gender norms in this house!
As usually happened when Damon’s previous life was brought up, my sweet boy’s emotions turned wistful.
That had been one of the wildest things about becoming a vampire—being able to sense my mate’s emotions. It was also one of the reasons Max couldn’t completely bullshit us, which I appreciated, even if he was tight-lipped as hell about his past.
“Max had a sister too,” Damon murmured as we moved on to the lube section to stock up on supplies, and I practically got whiplash spinning to face him.
“He told you that?” I hissed, intrigued and slightly insulted I hadn’t been able to pry it out of him myself.
Fuck it out of him, more like it.
“Oh, it slipped out accidentally,” Damon huffed, throwing some glow-in-the-dark lube in my basket just for funsies. “While he was comforting me about Pearl.”
That bittersweet silence fell over us again, but I didn’t push him to say more. This was mostly because he’d already told me so much about his “sister,” I could probably pick her out of a lineup, but also because I knew he was doing the work to heal from his trauma.
Just like I’ve been doing.
At this point in my afterlife, I could confidently say that if Heather dragged her rotting corpse out of the grave and showed up on our doorstep, I’d be okay with it. I mean, I didn’t want it to happen—RIP, ex-bestie—but she wouldn’t have the power to trigger me anymore.
Plus, I’d get to rip off her head myself this time.
Remembering how Max had once done that for me made my notoriously murderous pussy throb, which made Damon glance at me sharply, no doubt “tasting” my lust on the air.
Another wild and wonderful side effect of vampirism.
Next level pheromones.
“Time to go, pet,” I purred, leading the way to the front counter to check out. “I wanna get home and see if this monster will fit inside that perfect peach of yours.”
My subby boy dropped his head into his hands with a lovingly exasperated sigh, but I knew he didn’t really mind my lack of filter.
Humiliation is part of the fun for him.
I also knew the human working here was used to our shit by now—not just because we single-handedly kept this place in business, but a quick little dip into their mind usually found them hyping me up with gems like, “girrrrrllll… good for you!”
Good for me is right.
Pegging wasn’t anything new in practice, but it had gained mainstream attention in the early 2000s, when readers of a famous sex advice column voted on what to call the glorious act.
Since then, the options for not only harnesses and dildos but pegging-friendly lingerie had exploded, making me a very happy girl indeed.
And I happen to be wearing my favorite set right now.
Upon arriving home, Damon and I barely made it into the spare bedroom—literally, the room where we kept a king-sized bed for playtime—before we were tearing off each other’s clothes, revealing my garter belt and stockings and lacy full-coverage harness beneath.
With a sassy slit in the back, for the switchy bitch that I am.
Damon was completely naked, as he usually was when we played with this power dynamic, and I took a moment to openly admire him. It didn’t hurt that he had the prettiest dick I’d ever seen.
Made even prettier with all that bling.
My little pain slut had multiple barbells going up his shaft nowadays, forming a truly impressive Jacob’s ladder for me to climb.
Focus, Star!
He’s taking your dick tonight.
“What an eager little pet you are,” I teased as he pawed at me, playfully pushing him away and snapping at the shopping bags at my feet. “Help me get our new toy strapped on and ready for that slutty hole.”
“Fuck, Star.” Damon choked out, gripping himself tightly, as helpless in the face of dirty talk as ever. “I’m not going to last if you get… bossy with me.”
He loves it when Bossy Star comes out to play.
So does Max—if only to put me in my place.
I’d noticed our handler wasn’t in his office when we’d come upstairs, which meant he was still at the groundskeeper’s cottage, “having a beer” with Chaz to discuss the new safety measures moving forward.
I guess I’ll just have to be the bedroom boss until he gets back…
How awful.
Damon dropped to his knees and began rummaging through the bags while I pulled my tight tank top over my head, sighing in relief when the girls were freed.
That’s better.
Thanks to the tits-out radar both he and Max possessed, Damon’s gaze snapped to my bare chest, zeroing in on the diamond nipple rings with a whine that went straight to my clit.
“You can play with these after you’ve come on my cock,” I scolded. “Twice.”
Damon swore under his breath, but obediently returned his attention to disinfecting our new toy with a cleansing wipe. It wasn’t like we could catch anything as vampires, but none of us liked other people’s fingerprints on what we considered ours.
Once he was done, I helped him unclasp my harness so he could position the base of the dildo against my throbbing clit and shove the ridiculously thick dildo through the O-ring.
“Tight squeeze, hmm?” I teased as Damon sat back on his heels with a slightly nervous expression. “I sure hope it’s gonna fit…”
He scowled in response, snatching a packet of lube out of the bag to keep things moving, but I stopped him with a heel on his thigh.
“Not yet.” I smirked down at him, trying—and failing—to grip the monster dong in one hand. “Get it wet for me first.”
He swallowed thickly, probably questioning all his life choices leading up to this moment, but wrapped both his hands around the shaft and gave the head an exploratory lick.
“C’mon, pet,” I purred. “I’ve seen you deepthroat Max…”
Never mind that even Max wasn’t this big, my words were apparently all the encouragement my good boy needed to try his best.
And what a good boy he is.
Closing his eyes, Damon relaxed his jaw and began working his way down the shaft. He only got about halfway down before he gagged, but he simply pulled off and tried again.
I let him struggle for a few more minutes—admiring his tears along the way—before finally deciding to reward him for the effort.
“So perfect.” I petted his soft hair while he gazed up at me in worship. “Why don’t you get into position so I can prep you.”
Damon pulled off me, his cheeks flushed and chin covered in drool—already looking so slutty and used.
And I’m nowhere near done with you yet…
Still on his knees, he turned and bent forward, resting his elbows and forearms on the bed as he widened his stance.
Fuck.
Everything about Damon was just so pretty, it was easy to see how Max had fallen in love at first sight. Sometimes it was hard to say which part of him I found prettiest.
“You look gorgeous from this angle,” I praised, referencing his nickname for me as I slathered copious lube on the dildo. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
He dropped his head down and shuddered before lifting it again to peer at me over his shoulder. “I can’t wait either, just… please, go slow…”
Sweet baby.
“Of course I’ll go slow, pet,” I cooed, kneeling behind him and covering my fingers in lube before slowly massaging my way into his hole. “And you’ll use your words to tell me if I need to go slower or stop.”
“Yes, gorgeous,” he murmured, straining back to meet my kiss.
I drank down his moans over the next few minutes—relishing his soft lips, the way his tongue lazily tangled with mine—as I worked him open, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. This monster strap was going to hurt, even with me taking it slow, but that’s exactly how Damon liked it.
Now, to make Max feel it all the way in the cottage…
Because, yes, even as I lined up my neon blue dick with Damon’s puckered little hole, even as I took great care to ease it in using slow, steady thrusts, I couldn’t help smirking, knowing Max was picking up on our pet’s pleasure through our bond.
Time to wrap up the security meeting.
Only a few minutes later, I heard the front door open and close, followed by Max’s purposefully heavy steps coming up the stairs, ensuring we heard him approaching.
“Fuck,” Damon whimpered, dropping his head again, knowing he was about to get tag-teamed in the best way.
“Hello, my pretty playthings…” The voice with the power to keep me on my knees ghosted down my spine like a caress. “Mind if I join you?”