Chapter 33
Damon
Iwon’t survive this.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t known Max might join us—since we’d long ago agreed everyone was welcome during playtime unless otherwise specified—but I could barely form a coherent thought at the moment.
Being blissfully ripped in half by my other mate may have something to do with that.
“What do we have here?” Max’s footsteps drew closer, causing Star to stop moving while still partway inside me.
Not that we’ve managed to get it all the way in yet…
I felt my girl’s cool hands spreading me open for inspection, and Max hummed appreciatively at the sight.
“Look at that,” he murmured, nudging my incredibly sore rim with the toe of his boot. “Such a tiny hole getting so stretched out…”
“He picked the strap!” Star laughed, followed by the sound of them kissing and a squeak of pain that caused her to thrust into me involuntarily, making me yelp.
“Of course he did—because he’s a pain slut.” Max trailed his fingers up my spine as he sat heavily on the mattress beside me. “My favorite whore.”
“He is such a slut.” Star unhelpfully added, pulling out until only the—still enormous—tip was left inside. “I barely even had to ask him to suck me off first.”
I definitely won’t survive this.
“He loves being treated like a toy,” Max calmly observed before fisting my hair to lift my head, addressing me directly. “You love everything about this, don’t you, pet?”
It may have sounded like nothing but dirty talk meant to make me explode—and it was partly that—but I could tell he was also checking in.
“I do…” I slurred, sounding drunk to my ears. “So fucking green.”
Max chuckled and released my hair, allowing me to return my forehead to the mattress. He must have also indicated that Star should continue as she began pushing the strap deeper into my guts.
“I’m actually surprised he didn’t come all over the floor while your cock was down his throat,” Max continued conversationally, back to ignoring me like the willing toy I was. “I bet he’s leaking everywhere right now…”
Oh, no…
Just as I feared, he reached between my thighs to run his finger up my shaft—hitting every piercing along the way—until he got to my weeping crown.
“Max!” I choked out as he roughly pressed his thumb into my frenulum, forcing out another spurt of precum and bringing me dangerously close to the edge.
He hummed disinterestedly, digging into my slit, making me squirm before bringing his thumb to his mouth to suck clean. “I bet he’ll explode if you fuck him hard enough.”
Either of them could simply breathe on me at this point.
Max knew I didn’t require being fucked harder to come, but he also knew I still needed it.
He always knows…
“Yes, Sir,” Star replied obediently, seamlessly falling into her submissive role now that the one who owned us both was here. “I told our pet if he came twice on my cock he could play with my piercings.”
“Is that so?” Max leaned toward her. “I assume I don’t have the same restrictions…”
“Never,” she sweetly replied, and I peeked over my shoulder, needing to watch them together.
To watch them as they wreck me.
Max’s body was blocking my view at first, but once he sat back, I saw he had connected her nipple rings with a thin silver chain. He then gave the chain an experimental tug, making her moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she dropped her head back, baring her neck for him.
I whimpered when Max leaned forward and brushed his lips over her carotid artery, making his attention snap to me again. “Fuck him harder, baby.” He grinned, his fangs lengthening. “Make a mess of our pet.”
Yes, please.
Star dug her black stiletto nails—the ones not cut short for comfort—into my hips for leverage and withdrew partway before snapping her hips, forcing more inches inside me. Over and over she did this as I gasped for air and relished the pain radiating through my body, thankful for the gift it was.
The last thing I saw before I dropped my forehead to the mattress again was Max’s fangs disappearing into her neck, and that was all I needed to find release.
With a deep groan muffled in the bedsheets, I did exactly as Max predicted. My thighs shook and cum splashed onto the hardwood floor between them, fucked out of me by the thickest cock I’d ever taken, wielded by the woman I loved.
This is bliss.
“Such a good pet…” Max yanked me up by my hair again as Star withdrew fully, leaving me empty and already desperate for more. “So good, but so sloppy. Clean up your mess while I play with our mate. Then you can join us for round two.”
I was happy to obey, and not only because I was barely remaining upright. Dropping to my hands and knees, I began licking my own cum off the wooden floor, painfully aware of how my cock was already rallying for “round two,” just from the humiliation of it all.
The sounds coming from the bed are also helping.
Once my work was done, I rose on shaky legs to join them, finding Max stripped down to nothing with his face buried in Star’s ass, opening her up to take him.
She groaned into the sheets—just as I’d done only minutes before—thrusting against the mattress, clearly desperate for friction on her aching clit.
“Max, please…” she whined, pushing up onto her knees as he switched to lubed fingers. “Our pet needs us.”
Correct.
I crawled across the mattress to meet them as Max sat back against the headboard and patted his thighs.
“Ready, baby?” he asked, placing his hand on her waist and guiding her ass onto him with far more care than he showed me.
As he should.
I shuddered as he entered her, feeling her pleasure in our bond as if it were my own. Once Star was fully seated, Max trapped her long legs under his, holding her in place for me.
“Climb aboard, pet!” He grinned. “It’s time to use our third as the pretty little toy.”
Star’s gaze was glassy and her cheeks pink, and my gaze tracked the thin blood trail running from the bite marks on her neck to her perfect breasts.
With those perfect piercings…
“Oh, wait! One more thing…” Max reached into the bedside table drawer to retrieve what turned out to be a small bullet vibrator, which he slid under the lacy fabric of her harness, trapping it against her clit.
Star squeaked, writhing in his hold as if she had any hope of escaping her fate—as if she even wanted to. When no safeword emerged, Max simply lubed up her silicone cock and held it firmly in place before beckoning me closer.
I carefully positioned myself so I was straddling them both before lowering myself back onto Star’s strap, hissing as it breached my tender rim.
“So beautiful,” Max whispered, watching my face with something close to awe. “I’ll never tire of seeing you take what you deserve…”
I wanted to look away, to revert back to the old me who didn’t think I deserved pleasure from anyone other than faceless strangers in back alleyways—who assumed any taste of love would inevitably be taken from me.
Not anymore.
“Good girl,” Max purred as Star tensed and arched backwards, whimpering through her first forced orgasm of the night. “Such a good girl, letting our pet fuck himself on you while you keep my cock warm.”
“Thank you…” she whispered once she finally stopped shaking, gazing up at me while I continued to take what I needed. “Our pet deserves everything he wants.”
All I want is you.
Both of you.
I loved how my mates effortlessly gave me exactly what I had denied myself for too long.
This was only possible because they saw me fully—because I allowed them to see me.
It was only in their arms that I was able to let go of the grief swirling around me like thick fog, to release it into the ether along with the memories of all I’d lost.
Because I’ve gained far more with them.
My next orgasm came on slowly, a comforting warmth that built before engulfing me, pulling me under, stoked by the knowledge I was safe.
I just wish Max could feel the same…
Once we’d all had our fill, we enjoyed a bath together, followed by “family movie night” in the den. By the time we closed ourselves up in our largest coffin, my eyes were heavy but my heart was full.
Who needs heaven when I have this?
The next evening, I crept away to work on a sketch before my mates awoke, but couldn’t seem to find my notepad anywhere.
Recalling the last place I’d seen it was Max’s office, I padded down the hall to continue searching. There was no sign of it in the sitting area, so I walked to his desk, noticing a small bundle of papers had been awkwardly shut in the top drawer.
I’ll just fix that for him.
The bundle turned out to be a business-sized envelope stuffed full of dreaded “BILLS,” but the weathered edge of an old photograph tucked among the receipts caught my attention.
It was unlike Max to be disorganized, so I pulled out the photo, intending to return it to its rightful place.
Then, I turned it over, and my world froze to a halt.
Oh…
“Shit, Damon, I-I meant to show that to you…”
I lifted my shocked gaze from the portrait of Pearl to where Max stood in the doorway, dressed in a cobalt blue dressing gown, spreading his hands beseechingly.
“You… hid this from me?” I struggled to wrap my head around what was happening, even as I already knew his answer—could recite it word for word.
“I just wanted to protect you,” he carefully replied, just as I’d predicted, taking a step closer, his gaze flickering between my face and the photograph. “I didn’t know how you’d react to seeing her again—”
“So you made the decision for me,” I cut him off, squaring my shoulders as I stared him down. “You took my choice away from me.”
The pain that flashed over his expression almost had me taking back my words, but I stood firm.
This is the only way he’s going to understand.
“I did, didn’t I?” he murmured, rubbing his chest and at least having the decency to look ashamed. “Damon, I… I am so incredibly sorry. I really fucked up…”
“Yes.” I confirmed. “You did. And you’re going to continue to fuck up until you make the effort to work on whatever it is that’s causing you to behave this way.”
Max swallowed thickly, but didn’t drop his gaze, even when his phone began buzzing on his desk. I glanced down to find Chaz’s name on the screen, but quickly returned my attention to my mate.
Please.
“I will.” He nodded resolutely. “You’re right—I do need to work on this. The last thing I want is to continue hurting you and Star, and I…” he cleared his throat, his rich brown eyes filling with tears. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”
My love…
Tucking the photograph into my silk pajama pocket, I closed the distance between us and pulled him into my arms.
“I don’t want you to feel this way either,” I whispered into his hair before pulling back and cupping his face in my hands. “I’ve been there, and it pains me to see you go through something similar… mistakenly thinking you need to do it alone.”
Please, don't push us away.
Max nodded, hopefully finally understanding that it wasn’t only us he was hurting through his actions, but himself.
Even though I was angry at him for hiding the photograph, I understood his reasoning—as much as I could, anyway. More importantly, this was a crossroads, but it was one we’d travel together.
As long as he’s brave enough to take the first steps.
I didn’t want to push any more at the moment, so I sweetly kissed him and swept past, hearing Max’s phone buzzing again as I walked down the hall and headed up the stairs to my attic workshop.
My plan was to process my own feelings about this new discovery while I worked on my next project—to respect the past that brought me here while looking toward the future.
Something I hope Max can also do eventually.
It was a good plan, and probably would have worked if I hadn’t retrieved the photograph from my pocket and absently turned it over, freezing halfway up the stairs as my gaze caught on the photography studio’s date printed on the back.
1887.
Two years after Pearl’s death.