Chapter 12
Rhea suggested they have lunch together on campus one day, and Emmy was happy for it.
The two caught up on gossip and personal stuff they couldn’t share around the others.
Rhea was seeing Tyler, the hockey player she’d fucked before they left for Mordnik, and this gave Emmy a chance to find out more about how things were going.
“I mean, he’s human, so it isn’t like I’m going to marry him or anything, but he’s a nice guy. I’m enjoying my time with him.”
“So many secrets you have to keep from him. Not just the eagle stuff, but the coterie, and the whole feed-and-fuck thing.”
Rhea shrugged. “I haven’t promised monogamy, and he’s cool with that. I figure he’s fucking people at away games, and probably some here, too. If he presses for exclusivity, that’ll end it, but for now, I really like him.”
“Then I’m happy for you.” Emmy blew out a breath. “Zander and Spence haven’t asked for monogamy from me, just want me to be sure I don’t create a supernatural power struggle. Thing is? I’m not really interested in fucking anyone else.”
Rhea smiled. “Because you are madly in love. It’s written all over your face.”
“Yeah. I am.”
The weekend was crazy. Zander got caught up handling politics and vampire egos Saturday afternoon. He said he didn’t need Spence to deal with it, so he suggested Spence take her to the Alyeska Aerial Tram.
Security drove them, of course, so she and Spence made out in the back seat for a good part of the forty-minute drive, and their driver pretended not to notice.
Eventually, Emmy stopped edging him and looked around at the mountains now close-up and personal.
The landscape in Alaska can be so different with a short drive, and she looked all around while her hand rested on Spence’s thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns over the denim’s texture. The quiet between them felt comfortable despite the fact she could still scent his frustrated arousal.
Spence had bought tickets online, so they made their way from the parking lot with security in tow, headed toward the tram nestled at the base of Mount Alyeska.
They stepped into the glass-walled car, and the doors sealed with a soft hiss.
As the tram lurched upward, the ground fell away beneath them in a slow, breathtaking reveal: the valley spreading wide below, the Turnagain Arm tidal waterway glittering like molten silver in the distance, peaks rising sharp and pristine against a sky so clear it hurt to look at, and she wished she’d brought sunglasses.
Emmy pressed close to Spence, her shoulder against his. The car swayed gently, cables humming overhead, and she felt the world shrink to just the two of them — wolf and dragon suspended between earth and sky. She slipped her hand into his, fingers threading tight, and he squeezed back.
Halfway up, the tram paused for what the announcement said was a standard safety check, and Emmy turned her face into Spence’s neck, breathing in the clean, wolf scent of him.
One couldn’t miss Zander’s power in his signature, and every supernatural who scented him would know not to fuck with him lest they draw the Master’s wrath.
And still, they had security nearby to make sure someone powerful didn’t make a statement by harming them.
Spence tilted his head, lips brushing her temple. I love you more than I can say. Thank you for sharing this with me.
She felt it too, the quiet certainty that no matter how chaotic the world below became, this connection held steady and unbreakable.
I love you, too. I’m so glad Zander thought of it.
His thumb stroked the back of her hand in slow circles, and she let her head rest against his shoulder, watching the mountains roll past in majestic silence when the tram moved again.
They spent an hour on the summit, exploring and taking selfies with the scenery behind them. The observation deck offered three-sixty views of seven ‘hanging’ glaciers, Turnagain Arm, the Chugach Mountains, and endless wilderness in a frozen wonderland.
They went into a small restaurant and ordered sandwiches along with steaming hot soup. She texted Zander that she and Spence were going to eat French onion soup, and he sent a thumbs-up.
If he was planning to feed from them in the next day or two, they’d have to share a bowl, or possibly find something else, but since he was fine with it, they both had several bowls.
She wandered through the gift shop and bought a tram sticker, thinking it would be cool to collect them from all the places she went in Alaska and then mount them to something she could display on her desk.
She had security stop by the stables before taking them home, and she checked in on the bunnies once again. Just because.
Later that night, after she and Zander had thoroughly used their boy, while he was between them, still floating in subspace, Zander’s fingers traced lazy shapes over her hip, and he told her, “I own a coffee shop near the university. It closes early in the evening on Mondays. Considering your newfound kink, I’m thinking I’ll give you a key so you can go in after dark, pretending you’re the manager, opening it early in the morning. ”
Another lazy circle on her hip. “And the rest? Well, you should wear clothes you won’t mind being destroyed.”
Emmy’s pulse kicked hard. She didn’t ask for details. Didn’t need them. The promise of the unknown, the edge of danger he controlled so perfectly, was enough to jumpstart her libido all over again, mere moments after it’d been completely sated.
The weekend passed in a haze of quiet anticipation that settled under her skin like slow-building heat.
Sunday dragged deliciously despite the threesome deciding to binge-watch every Guardians of the Galaxy movie.
Every time she looked at Zander, he was watching her with that dark, patient hunger that made her feel hunted and cherished at once. Every glance between them carried the unspoken weight of what waited.
Monday arrived cold and clear, and she had to force herself to focus on classwork.
Finally, night fell, and two security guys drove her back into town, the SUV’s interior warm against the winter bite.
After classes, she’d stopped at a second-hand store and bought a simple black skirt and a white blouse, and she’d worn sensible black flats along with inexpensive panties — and no bra.
Her legs were cold during the two short walks outside, but it wasn’t a huge deal.
The driver let the other security guy out in front of the building, and then drove around back and parked.
She slid out of her coat and exited the vehicle, breath fogging, and walked to the door marked KITCHEN, her heart beating so loud she couldn’t hear anything except her own pulse.
She keyed herself in with the steady throb of anticipation drumming between her thighs.
The door clicked open, the kitchen beyond dim and silent, stainless steel gleaming faintly. She stepped inside, letting the door shut behind her with a soft thud.
The space felt too big, too still. She moved toward the prep area, shoes clicking on tile, senses straining for any sound, though she figured she was safe for now. He’d probably come in the same door she did.
But he didn’t. A blur came at her from the dining room without warning.
Sudden movement, and a fraction of a second later, strong arms locked around her waist, yanking her back against a hard chest. She gasped and her instincts kicked in — elbows flying, heels stomping down.
But he was immovable, his ancient strength absorbing every blow like water over stone.
Fabric tore and buttons scattered across the floor, her blouse shredded in one brutal pull.
Cool air hit her bare skin, nipples peaking instantly.
He shoved her forward over the stainless prep table, the metal cold against her breasts and belly.
She braced her hands and tried to push back, fighting harder than she ever had in play because there was no audience and she was alone.
Also, because he was a vampire and hard to actually injure.
But the truth of the matter was that resisting lit her up like gasoline on fire.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. One hand fisted her hair, arching her neck; the other shoved her skirt up and tore her panties off, and she knew she’d be bruised from the violence of it, but it was yet another thrill.
His thick, unyielding cock pressed against her entrance and thrust in hard with zero gentleness, burying deep in one brutal stroke that punched the air from her lungs.
Emmy cried out, the stretch burning sharp and perfect, violating and conquering her in a vicious microsecond.
Without pausing, he pulled back and slammed home again, pitiless and relentless, the table creaking under the force.
She tried to push against him, to twist her body, but he pinned her wrists behind her back with one hand, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, and fucked her like he meant to break her open.
Pleasure crashed through the pain in violent waves.
Her clit ground against the table’s edge with every thrust, nerves screaming, body yielding even as she struggled.
The resistance only made it better — his strength absolute, her surrender complete, the illusion of force shattering her control.
She came fast and hard, walls clenching around him in desperate spasms, a raw scream tearing from her throat as an orgasm ripped through her like wildfire.
He didn’t stop.
Another thrust, another, pounding her through the aftershocks until the second climax built sharper, deeper, pain twisting into ecstasy that left her shaking, tears streaming, body convulsing in helpless waves.
And then he pulled out and forced himself into her ass with only her juices as lube, and her screams echoed back to her.
The burn and stretch were too much, but it didn’t matter because another orgasm slammed into her like lightning, and her screams changed in tenor.
Pleasure consumed her, and her vampire continued his assault, pistoning fast and hard until the heat built and the friction made her raw.
She lost track of how many times she came when he finally pressed in, held, and emptied himself inside her.
And then, exhausted, still leaned over the table, love and surrender flooded every nerve.
Only then did he let go, pulling out with a low growl.
He let go of her hands and caressed her back, and she felt the energy change, the vicious illusion turning to tender aftercare.
“I don’t need to ask if you’re okay,” he said, and she could hear his smile in his voice. “I believe you may have enjoyed that even more than I, and that’s saying something. You want up, or do you want me to help you onto the table?”
She shook her head, stood, and then lifted herself to sit on the table.
And then grimaced, because he’d done a number on her ass.
Security brought fresh clothes to the door, and Zander retrieved them without letting anyone in.
He settled her clothes on the edge of the table and then walked in front of her and drew her into his arms.
“We have to make this a regular habit,” she told him. “I mean, not so regular it becomes the norm. Maybe quarterly? Monthly?”
“Quarterly sounds right, maybe do it more often for special occasions.”
She kissed his cheek and then burrowed her face in the crook of his neck.
“Yeah. Maybe you can bite me and drink from me, next time.”
He shook his head. “No. I freeze the people I feed from when they aren’t compliant, and I’m not in your head, so I can’t do that.”
She sighed. “You’d be able to if I agreed to a blood bond.”
He froze.
Ten seconds later, he cautiously said, “Yes, but that has to be your decision.”
“I mean, yeah, but it’s also something the three of us need to decide.” She took a breath. “But not now. I love being able to telepath with ya’ll. We’ll figure out the next steps when it’s time.”
“Yes. We can absolutely do that.”
She gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up and change. Her makeup and hair were both a disaster, so she washed her face and finger-combed her hair into a ponytail.
When she stepped out, Zander waited with her coat, eyes soft with satisfaction.
He helped her into her coat, took her hand, and led her outside to the waiting SUV. They slid into the back seat together, her body curling into his side, head resting on his shoulder as the city lights blurred past.
They stopped at an all-night diner that looked big-time sketchy with the neon sign flickering and the windows steamed from the heat inside.
She ordered steak and eggs with a triple order of bacon, and then pancakes on the side for good measure.
Despite the shabby building, the food was amazing .
“This your place?” she asked.
He frowned. “Not hardly. It’s the only place in the entire city that’s open all night, which I will soon rectify by keeping one of my less-expensive restaurants open at night, since this place has so much business.
” He shrugged. “The reviews were good, and I wanted to feed you. This seemed faster than taking you home and cooking for you.”
She tucked back into him during the drive home, his arm around her shoulders, and the night’s intensity settled around her with profound trust.
He’d known she had a newly-discovered kink, and he’d made plans to nurture it. It’d been intense, cathartic, and exactly what she’d needed.
Emmy felt claimed, cherished, and utterly his.