Chapter 10 #2
And Zander didn’t slow, his cock thrusting in and out with unrelenting speed and deep strokes.
The smallest movement of her own hips sent fresh sparks of sensation racing up her spine.
And every time she snapped the band, every time Spence’s body jerked and his scream tore through the air, her own cunt clenched hard around nothing, greedy and aching, as if the pain she gave him was being fed directly back into her body as pleasure.
She aimed for the base of his cock again, the spot between gonad and root, and his broken scream was beautiful. The way his cock jerked in helpless hunger, the blood rushing to the injured spot of skin, his cock throbbing and bouncing — it all poured straight into her bloodstream like molten gold.
And behind her, Zander wasn’t careful or gentle. Every thrust into her was hard enough to have moved her forward if Zander wasn’t holding her hip, and her moans occasionally mixed with Spence’s broken cries and yelps.
Zander moved a little faster, drove a little harder — as if Spence’s especially visceral reaction drove the vampire higher — and all the while, Emmy rode the razor’s edge between hurting and being hurt, giving and taking, control and surrender.
And fuck but she needed an orgasm, but nothing was touching her damned clit, and she couldn’t quite get there.
Zander must’ve sensed her frustration, because he bent, slid an arm around her torso to support her, and then licked the soft, vulnerable flesh at her side, between her ribs — then sank his fangs into her flesh. Venom flooded her veins like liquid fire, going straight to her clit.
The orgasm hit about the time his fangs came clear of her skin, and it came out of the gate like a motherfucking rocket already halfway to outer space. Pleasure crashed through her in waves, and she leaned forward to put her hands on the floor, bracing herself while the pleasure rode her.
And Zander fucked her harder and faster, ramping the ecstasy higher and higher — and then she felt him falter, heard his growl, and he went in deep and found his own release deep, deep inside her.
They both took a dozen breaths before he helped her stand, and then lifted her to sit on a bondage table a half-dozen steps away.
“I’ll get our boy down,” he said aloud, and then telepathed, Shall we give him release?
Between the ruler and band, his balls are in rough shape. Might be kinder to deny him, so it’s a real puzzle, isn’t it?
A telepathic chuckle, and then, It is. He’s floating, but I’ll need him awake and functioning in about an hour, so let’s give him an orgasm to help bring him back. Without one, he’ll likely want to drift off to sleep. An orgasm and a shower, and he should be fine.
Also, he’ll perk up when you return your power to him.
Yes, there is that. I can fuck his ass, you can go down on him, or we can make him jack himself off. Or, if you have a better idea?
Emmy considered the options, and the fact Zander needed to pull him out of subspace. That meant making him have to do some of the work.
We can put me back over your fancy sawhorse and let him fuck my pussy from behind. Or maybe over this bondage table, so I can smash my clit into it, actually.
Works for me, but the fancy sawhorse is called a trestle, my darling Emmy.
Maybe if we were still in medieval times, but these days, we call them fancy schmancy sawhorses.
She looked at it again and noted the excellent craftsmanship along with how old it looked.
That isn’t actually from the Middle Ages, is it?
No, but it’s an accurate reproduction, hand-carved by a craftsman. The plastic ones from Home Depot are handy, but not terribly aesthetic.
Zander put her on a wedge on the bondage table, with Spence behind her, and Zander reminded Spence several times he couldn’t release unless his Mistress decided to allow it.
She ordered Spence to pound her harder and faster twice before he was at full strength, his body throbbing and hurting while Zander gradually trickled his own power back, to help him deal with his exhaustion.
Emmy had three orgasms before she told their boy he could come, though she told him to pull out and come on her back. He immediately obeyed, his hand rapidly working to finish himself off, and he finally spurted in long streams across Emmy’s back.
And then she made him lick it off.
I wholeheartedly approve, Zander told her. An excellent end to our little unplanned session .
He switched to voice and told them, “Spencer, you’ll need to shower and get dressed for the meeting.” He put a touch of power into his voice. “You are dismissed.” Spence nodded, put a robe on, grabbed his clothing, and left.
Zander looked at Emmy. “The managers of all our businesses are due in about an hour for a meeting, and I’ll need him by my side. I have a slot open in my schedule around eight, and I’d like to walk to the stable areas with you to show you around and explain your options.”
“Thanks. I’ll be ready.”
Emmy got a shower when Spence finished his, and put jeans back on instead of pajamas, since she’d be going back out later. She dove into homework and then research, keeping an eye on the time so she’d be ready at eight.
The sun had long since set when the three made it outside together, and Zander pointed them to a path Emmy hadn’t been down before. They followed it away from the house, through the trees, and she breathed in the cold air.
Merely cold, though. Nothing like the dangerously frozen air farther north.
About a mile later, the trees opened to reveal a large barn-like structure with warm light spilling from the windows.
“We keep livestock here for the flock,” Spence explained.
“Mostly chickens and deer, with a small herd of sheep. Dual purpose, since we take them alive for shifters to kill and eat while in animal form, but we also have a small slaughterhouse area, and it’s what we feed all of you in human form, as well. It’s where our eggs come from, too.”
They entered through a side door, and Emmy was immediately hit with the scent of animals. It wasn’t unpleasant, but certainly earthy and alive. Pens lined both sides of the long building, deer on the left and right, sheep off in a corner.
“We bring them inside at night, but they have the option of being inside or outside during the day,” Zander said. “Same goes for the chickens, which are in another building, but your rabbits will do best in here.”
He led them to the far end, where a brand-new hutch stood, clearly built recently. It was spacious and well-designed, with multiple levels, nesting boxes, and even a small outdoor run enclosed in heavy wire mesh.
“Built for you, based on specs from research papers,” Zander said simply.
Emmy stared at it, her throat suddenly tight. “I don’t know what to say. I mean, thank you, of course, but … shit. Just thank you, I guess.”
“The staff here will handle daily feeding and watering, cleaning, and basic health checks. You’ll determine the food and amount, and they will follow your directives.”
She walked closer and ran her hand over the smooth wood. It was exactly what she needed: climate-controlled, secure, and with enough space for multiple breeding pairs and their offspring.
“Professor Chen needs to inspect it,” she said, her voice coming out rougher than intended. “To verify it meets research standards.”
“There’s another driveway in, so he won’t need to come to the house and walk. We’ll accommodate whatever he needs.”
Emmy turned to face them, her two men standing side by side in the dim barn light. The ancient vampire and the loyal wolf, both looking at her with such open affection, it made her chest ache.
“Thank you isn’t enough, but it’s all I have right now. This is … it’s you supporting my work, my dreams. It’s huge.”
“You’re ours,” Zander said, echoing his earlier words. “We take care of what’s ours.”
“And you take care of us too,” Spence added, moving to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “That’s how this works.”
Emmy leaned into him, and Zander’s cool hand reached for hers. They stood there for a long moment, just breathing together, the warmth of the barn insulating them from the frigid night.
She still wasn’t entirely sure how this would work, away from Mordnik’s compressed intensity, but standing here, looking at the hutch they’d had built for her research, feeling the solid presence of both men beside her, she had more hope than ever that this might work.
“Come on,” Zander said finally. “Let’s get you back to the house. You need sleep before school tomorrow.”
Emmy nodded, taking one last look at her rabbit hutch before following them back into the cold.
Tomorrow, she’d contact Professor Chen to set a time for the inspection, and she’d order the breeding pairs and begin finalizing her research protocols.
But tonight, she’d sleep in the massive bed knowing her men were close, knowing Spence would join her at some point, and it was enough.