Chapter 9 #2
When the food was gone, Zander stood and pulled his sweater off in one fluid motion, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest, cool skin gleaming under the lamp’s glow. He met Emmy’s eyes, a challenge and invitation in one, before turning to Spence.
“On the bed, Dearest. All fours.”
Spence’s heart stuttered, and he obeyed immediately, hanging his robe on the hook before crawling onto the mattress.
The plug shifted inside him with a delicious pressure that made him bite back a groan.
The sheet was cool under his palms, his body already aching in the best ways.
Would they let him come? Part of him hoped so, but a bigger part wished for denial, so he could go through the day remembering that they were fulfilled but he was not.
But it didn’t matter, really. His job was to follow orders and be whatever they needed in the moment.
In the outer room, Emmy started to speak and stopped, then Zander said, “We’ll communicate this way.”
He heard the pen on the paper, knew the two were writing instead of talking. Planning so Spence couldn’t hear.
And that was perfect.
Moments later, Emmy entered and settled before him, legs spread wide in invitation. He breathed in her scent — full-on arousal — and his mouth watered while his dick throbbed.
Emmy’s gaze locked with Zander’s over Spence’s back, a clash of equals, both predators reveling in the bridge between them. Power thrummed, not in commands but in the unspoken. Spence was theirs to use, to consume.
Zander knelt behind him, hands cool on Spence’s hips, easing the plug out with deliberate slowness.
Spence gasped at the drag, the sudden emptiness aching, but then Zander pressed in.
After so many hours squeezing around the skinny neck of the heavy plug to keep it in, the invasion was too much, but Spence breathed through the stretch and the burn, fighting to accept his Sir’s cock inside him, to welcome him in while Zander drove into him in a single violent thrust, filling him completely.
Spence’s arms trembled, holding position as Zander seated deep, savoring.
“Use your mouth to start,” Zander ordered, voice rough with want, hand pressing between Spence’s shoulder blades to guide him forward. “No hands yet.”
Spence lowered his face between Emmy’s thighs and started gentle, tongue flattening broad and slow along her slit, lapping up her essence like it was the sweetest honey.
Emmy moaned, hips arching, her fingers threading into his hair without directing him.
He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing flicks that had her thighs tensing around his ears, then sucked it softly into his mouth, humming vibration against the swollen nub.
Above him, Zander moved with deep thrusts that rocked Spence forward, burying his face deeper into Emmy’s pussy.
The rhythm built, Zander’s cool hands gripping Spence’s hips, using him to drive the pace.
Spence matched it, tongue delving inside her, fucking her with it in time with Zander’s thrusts, the dual sensation overwhelming — filled and filling, his submission a conduit for their pleasure.
“Fingers, boy,” Zander ordered. “Give her more and make her come.”
Spence slid two fingers into her slick heat and curled them to stroke that spot he’d mapped the night before.
He found it and sucked her clit into his mouth with more pressure than before, and Emmy’s walls spasmed around his fingers while she gave a sharp cry of surprise, as if the orgasm surprised her.
Her pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing his fingers in pulsing waves as she shuddered and gasped out, “Fuck, Spence—yes!”
Emotion surged in his chest, and he soaked it all in — her grip on his hair, vulnerability in her open thighs, power in how she enjoyed what he gave.
Zander didn’t pause, thrusting harder now, the slap of cool skin on Spence’s ass echoing lewd and perfect.
“Again,” he ordered, voice a growl, and Spence obeyed, fingers pumping through her aftershocks, tongue lashing her clit until she came a second time — longer, deeper, her back arching off the bed, a keening wail that made Spence’s heart swell with pride and need.
He could feel the two of them looking at each other over him, could feel their shared hunger, the bridge of Spence’s body connecting them.
Zander slowed and ordered, “Face up, move forward with me. She needs your dick.”
Seconds later, Spence groaned when her heat surrounded him, squeezing him and engulfing him in sensations.
But he wasn’t allowed an orgasm without permission, which may or may not come, so he had to keep a tight rein on his arousal levels. Spence was forever grateful that Zander knew what Spence needed. That he never had to ask for it. Zander just gave him … not what he wanted, but what he needed.
And sometimes, even when he desperately wanted the blissful release of orgasm, what he needed was a master capable of denying him that pleasure.
The position was perfect — Spence inside Emmy, Zander impaled in Spence’s ass, the three linked in a chain of motion.
Zander set a vicious pace, fucking Spence hard and fast, each slam driving Spence deeper into Emmy, and it was all Spence could do to make sure he hit her g-spot.
She wrapped her legs around Spence’s waist, heels digging into his back, urging him on.
Her next orgasm built slower, fingers clawing his shoulders, her gaze going past him to lock on Zander, and the emotional depth made every thrust feel soul-binding with Spence the bridge between the two.
Spence held back his own release by sheer will, focused on Emmy — angling just right, grinding with intent on the upstroke.
She shattered again, walls milking him in rhythmic spasms, cries blending with Zander’s grunts.
The crescendo built, Zander’s thrusts turning brutal, vampire speed blurring, pounding Spence’s prostate until stars burst behind his eyes.
“Come for us, boy,” Zander snarled, and Spence did, his Master’s permission unleashing him, cock pulsing deep in Emmy as Zander flooded his ass with cool seed.
Emmy’s final, shattering climax clenched around Spence, drawing out his release in endless waves.
Pleasure crashed over them all, visceral and boundless, hearts pounding in sync.
Finally, they collapsed in a heap, Zander pulling out gently, gathering them close. Emmy curled into Spence, Zander spooning behind him, arms encircling both.
And Spence lay between them, catching his breath, his body spent but his heart impossibly full.
This was what he’d been made for — not just the submission, though that sang through his bones, but being the bridge between vampire ice and dragon fire. The willing vessel for their desire, their dominance, their care.
Emmy’s heat pressed against his front, all shifter warmth and fierce life, her heart still racing.
Behind him, Zander’s cool presence anchored him, solid and eternal as a granite mountain.
The contrast should’ve been jarring — hot and cold, wild and controlled — but it felt like balance.
Like he was the fulcrum that let them meet in the middle.
Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Spence’s chest while Zander’s hand possessively held his hip, and Spence let himself simply be held and claimed. Loved.
He couldn’t tell if he was imagining it, or if the bond between them was truly growing stronger.
Maybe it was the post-orgasmic haze, the endorphins still singing through his bloodstream, the bliss making everything feel softer and more significant.
But he swore he could almost sense the gossamer threads of magic weaving between the three of them, delicate and new but undeniably there.
The crazy thing was that part of Spence wished Zander had denied him orgasm, so he’d still be hard and needy. But Zander made those decisions, and he’d wanted them to all come together. Spence found peace in that, and he was happy for the orgasm.
And yet … he looked forward to a time when the people he belonged to were sated while he was left needy and wanting, without release.
Emmy’s breathing evened out, and Zander pressed a kiss to the back of Spence’s neck, cool lips lingering.
And Spence closed his eyes, wrapped in them both, and let himself hope.
He had so much to do, but for now, he just lay in their arms and enjoyed them — his chest so full he thought it had to be love he felt.
But Zander had told him to be patient, so he would.
For now, this was enough.
More than enough — it was everything.