Chapter 4 #2
Zander’s fangs sank into Emmy’s throat, and the venom hit her bloodstream like fire, every nerve ending suddenly hypersensitive, pleasure amplifying beyond bearing.
Her pussy clenched around Zander’s cock, her ass around Spence’s, but the orgasm stayed on the edge — Zander would block it until his fangs were free of her flesh.
Zander fed with long pulls at her throat, another way of penetrating her.
Each suck and every swallow drove her higher, and then came the last injection of venom just before he withdrew his fangs, and her orgasm detonated and crested in wave after wave after wave of pure ecstasy until she was breathless and sobbing with the intensity of it.
She thrashed between them while they slammed into her harder and faster than ever before, and she screamed through it.
She missed hearing Zander order Spence to come, but she knew when he did, heat filling her from behind, coolness in her pussy as both men emptied themselves into her, while Emmy’s orgasm continued, stretching impossibly long while her entire body jerked and spasmed, her inner muscles milking the two cocks nonstop while the lights moved and danced above them.
Finally, the three collapsed together, bodies tangled on the floor, the aurora still dancing overhead.
Emmy lay between them, heart hammering, lungs gasping for oxygen, every muscle trembling with aftershocks. Through the pathway, she felt their satisfaction, their love, the bone-deep contentment of having claimed and been claimed.
How much more would she feel if she agreed to an actual blood bond?
She didn’t know, but the thought went through her head that, whatever happened in Anchorage, she would always have this moment.
Overhead, the aurora swirled in patterns, and she closed her eyes and let herself float in the aftermath, surrounded by her men, painted in magical light, and tried not to think about leaving.
Just for tonight, she’d let herself have this.
Tomorrow, she could worry about the future.
Zander carefully extracted himself from the tangle of limbs, Emmy a limp rag between him and Spencer, her body relaxed and sated in the way only truly spectacular orgasms can achieve.
Stay with her, he telepathed Spencer. Get her back to the suite when she’s ready, and help her shower before bed. I have the hunt to oversee.
Spencer’s acknowledgment came wordlessly — a pulse of understanding and acceptance.
Zander dressed efficiently, ignoring the orgy still in full swing around him.
Bodies writhed on the floor, against the walls, bent over tables and benches.
Vampires fed from willing throats and thighs while fucking their chosen flock member, the orgy and feeding reaching its peak while the aurora continued to dance overhead.
It was beautiful, decadent, and utterly debauched. Precisely what a Mordnik New Year’s celebration should be.
But his work wasn’t finished.
He descended from the Aurora Ballroom via the stairs, moving vampire-fast through the corridors until he reached the conference room, where a security team waited with the rest of the night’s … entertainment.
A dozen slaves in heavy restraints, all wolf shifters, still in human form, shackled together and wearing bracelets to keep them from changing .
When it was time, they’d be marched outside completely naked, unshackled one at a time, the bracelet removed, changed to their wolf by Zander, and then a collar placed around each wolf’s necks that would both prohibit them from changing back to human, and would act as a tracker so security could find them if the vampire hunters could not.
“Status?” Zander asked.
“Drones are in position for monitoring, the rented slaves have been briefed, and we’re set up outside with a heated tent, to get everyone changed and into the box.”
Right, they had a starting box up top, similar to the same device greyhounds go into before a race. Each wolf would be locked in it when prepared, so they could all be loosed at once.
Zander studied the wolves. All were vicious criminals, murderers and rapists — the kind of people whose deaths would improve the world rather than diminish it. Each man knew he’d either go back to the prison he came from or be purchased at a discount by the vampire who caught him.
Or possibly be killed by the vampire who caught him, who would then pay the discounted purchase price.
“If you don’t run and evade the vampires chasing you for at least seventeen minutes, you will earn one hundred and forty-four lashes before you are returned to whence you came.
I rented strong werewolves, and I expect you to run, to obfuscate your scent and tracks, and to evade capture as long as possible.
Anyone who lasts an hour will receive a steak dinner once back in human form, before you board the transport plane home.
Everyone else will receive the normal slave gruel with offal and scraps from the slaughterhouse. Any questions?”
Zander believed in using the carrot and the stick, and this would have them running in sheer desperation to start, and then with the hopes of a juicy steak once they’d survived a while.
And the vampires who were paying top dollar to be here would enjoy a challenging hunt.
Zander looked at the men one by one before telling them, “If you see a small town, do not attempt to go past the fencing around it. If you do, I will personally send you to Kendra to be tortured daily for three months.”
Their scents told him they knew of Kendra’s reputation.
With that taken care of, he continued, “The vampires who catch you may feed, fuck, and torture you as they please until six hours after you are released to run from them, and that includes drinking you dry, which they will likely do if you go out of your way to piss them off. Makes no difference to me — the vampire will pay your purchase if he kills you, less the cost I would pay to transport you back. I give you this information only so you’ll understand your peril and can choose accordingly. ”
Not that these men had a history of making good choices. They wouldn’t have been tried and permanently enslaved without a history of being habitually stupid with poor judgment.
He checked his watch and told the security team leader, “Go ahead and strip them bare. I’ll let you know when to bring them up, but I estimate twenty minutes.”
He made his way topside and donned his overcoat before going out in the minus seventeen degrees with a brisk wind.
Vampires don’t feel the cold, but even with his power, he preferred a little protection.
The slaves would only be in the brutal cold while naked around three minutes before entering the fifty-degree warmer tent. They’d be miserable, but fine.
He looked everything over inside and outside the tent, and then stepped to the monitors inside to see the views. The vampires would watch from inside to observe their prey being marched out naked, before the slaves were changed and placed in their individual starting boxes.
He telepathed security to bring the naked slaves up, and then went into the dome and flew up to a high platform.
“The slaves for tonight’s hunt are being brought up.
Those of you taking part should get dressed.
Everyone else, feel free to stick around and watch the action on the screens, which will come on as soon as the slaves are outside.
You can also stream it in your own suites, if you choose. ”
He could hear the slaves on the stairs before the door opened and they stepped into the dome. The crowd parted so the chain-gang of them could walk through, and then Zander flew down and followed them out.
Twenty minutes later, the lot of them were released to disappear in the arctic tundra lit by the aurora overhead.
And exactly five minutes later, he sent the thirty-eight vampires off after them. They blurred out of sight almost instantly, running vampire-fast after the wolves.
The townspeople had been warned to stay inside tonight, but he had security placed every thirty feet on the outskirts, to make sure no wolves made it close to the residents.
It would be a long night, but he would enjoy watching the vampires who managed to catch prey make use of their hours with them in the theater, later.
And he would quite enjoy giving the final dozen lashes to the ones who didn’t last seventeen minutes.
Zander walked back inside to watch the drones’ feeds from under the dome.
The aurora still swirled overhead, painting the snow in impossible colors, and he allowed himself a moment to appreciate the aesthetics of it — predator and prey under a magical sky, the oldest game played out in a fantastical, cruel landscape.
But his mind wasn’t truly on the hunt.
It was on Emmy, asleep in Spencer’s arms sixteen floors below.
He had no idea what she was thinking, but Spencer was picking up the scent of anxiety.
Meanwhile, Spencer was worried about how the threesome would work outside this little micro-world of the silo.
Zander understood Spencer’s concern, because Mordnik was intense and contained — a pressure cooker that forced intimacy and accelerated emotional development. They’d built the triangle in darkness and isolation, surrounded by decadence that normalized their particular brand of love.
Anchorage would be different, with school, jobs, responsibilities, and the weight of real life pressing in from all sides.
But here was what his loves didn’t yet understand: their unique triangle wasn’t a hothouse flower that would wilt in normal conditions.
It was forged steel.
Yes, Mordnik and the poisoning had been the crucible, but the tempering, the actual strengthening of what they’d become? That happened in the real world, under pressure, tested daily by normal life.
He’d lived millennia. He’d seen relationships that burned bright and fast in extraordinary circumstances only to crumble when faced with mundane reality. He’d had those relationships more times than he cared to count.
This wasn’t that.
Emmy’s fierce independence and her brilliant mind would be part of her no matter where she was. If anything, she was stronger now, more focused, her research progressing faster than her professor had thought possible.
Spencer’s quiet strength, his omega personality, his capacity for submission that came from a place of choice — all of that had bloomed no matter where they were. He’d been to Mordnik and back to Anchorage many times.
And Zander himself?
He’d learned to trust. To let someone see him without immediately controlling their perception. To love without manipulation, to guide without forcing, to lead without dominating every thought and action.
Kirsten had taught him the lesson, but Spencer had helped him finally learn it. And Emmy? Well, never would he dare try to fuck with a dragon’s mind.
The triangle would survive Anchorage because it was built on truth, not fantasy. Circumstances may have helped them form sooner rather than later, but in the end, all three had chosen, and he couldn’t see anyone changing their mind.
On his tablet, the first wolf went down, tackled by two vampires who’d worked together to cut off its escape route.
The wolf snarled and fought, but it was over quickly.
They touched the device to the wolf’s collar, changed him to human, pocketed the device, and then took to the air to fly him back.
Zander’s phone buzzed: Lucien with a question about tomorrow’s schedule. He handled it quickly, then another from his events coordinator about the final ball at the end of the month.
Eyes Wide Shut . The last event of the season. And then they’d leave this place, return to Anchorage, and see what their triangle looked like in the real world.
It’ll be fine, he told himself firmly. Better than fine.
He’d had Emmy’s things moved to his suite in the coterie house already, to make room for new flock members.
He’d continue to allow her to participate in the feeding frenzies here, but he didn’t want her to be part of the flock when they returned.
That would need a conversation with her, but not yet.
He shook his head and put his computer to sleep before he headed to the theater to oversee those who’d caught their wolf and were ready to play.
He checked in on Spencer’s mind to find him fast asleep, and he could hear Emmy beside him, also breathing as if asleep.
And with the knowledge both of his loves were safe and warm, he headed off to supervise and participate in yet more decadence and debauchery.
Being Master of Alaska had turned out to be a whole lot more fun than he expected, when he first moved here.