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THIS ONE'S MINE
IVY
H enry pulls me against him, purring as he strokes me. He’s refused to put me down since I almost collapsed on him and I’ve been content to let him carry me. He held me through the entire reception, introducing me to his coven while cradling me in his arms.
It felt strange but right.
The evening passed quickly but it was a relief to retreat to Henry’s suite. My head was spinning as Henry carried me to his rooms and it only stopped when Henry put me down on the sofa.
Matt closes the door behind us and Ryan smiles, sitting on the sofa opposite. Henry pulls me against him, getting his revenge on his second by telling me about the riot Ryan incited when he introduced Matt to the coven. Ryan shrugs as Matt hands Henry a glass of water before sitting down beside his partner .
“She’s thirsty, Henry.”
“She’s mine,” he says, snarling slightly. “Don’t interfere.”
Ryan rolls his eyes and pulls Matt back toward him, wrapping his arms around him as he sits back down. Ryan leans forward and meets Henry’s gaze as he kisses Matt’s neck and I watch as he starts to bite. Henry’s fingers dig into me a little harder and I realize Ryan’s teeth have pierced Matt’s skin and he’s feeding off his partner.
“You should learn our customs now you’re collared, Ivy.” Matt smiles as he looks down at me. “She’s ready, Henry.”
Henry tenses and I stare at Matt and Ryan, watching Ryan’s eyes change from their pale blue to crimson red. His skin turns a deeper shade of pale and Ryan holds Matt steady until he’s done, making sure I see his fangs as he moves away—and the oozing wounds left behind after.
“That’s enough,” Henry growls, turning my head away despite my protests. “Not tonight.”
“He has other plans,” Ryan says, his tone thick with amusement. “We should leave, babe. He's not ready for us to join them. Not yet.”
I sit bolt upright and growl, surprised by the vicious snarl rolling off my chest and up my throat. My chest tightens as a burst of heat spreads through it and my eyes narrow as I seethe at Ryan. My heart races and my stomach twists, as my muscles tense and my core readies to react. I’m deeply unsettled at the thought anyone else would come near Henry and my jealousy burns as hot as the fires in the hall.
Ryan shifts and I growl again, leaning forward and making it damn clear to whom Henry belongs. My feelings are irrational, but they’re potent, and I’m as territorial as Henry.
Maybe more so.
“Easy, Ivy.” Matt moves slowly, putting his body between me and Ryan. “We’re not a threat. It’s normal for us to enjoy our partners together without coming between you and Henry.”
Henry’s hand runs up my back and finds the collar at the back of my neck. He pulls me on his lap and toward him, holding my head next to his, leaving my front exposed as he arches it.
“Ivy’s mine,” he says, growling at Matt and Ryan.
“Obviously.” Ryan pulls Matt against him. “This one’s mine.”
Pressure pulls at my neck and Henry drags my collar back, forcing my body to arch away from the others. His hand slips to my front and he forces my back to arch until I’m straining to keep eye contact with Matt. I hiss and Henry increases the bend, leaving my face brushing against his chest.
“We enjoy our partners in the company of others, lea.” Henry’s tone cuts through the jealous rage brewing inside me. “They won’t intrude on what we have and you will stop treating them like they’re a threat.”
I grind my teeth and Henry sighs, fixing me in place as his hand runs down my center. A different kind of fire replaces the heat of my jealousy as Henry’s fingers slide over me, touching me with a featherlight touch that demands my attention.
“Needy, aren’t we, lea?”
I whimper and his fingernails drag over my chest, sending goosebumps shooting in all directions as he scratches the skin exposed above my dress. My heart races as Henry’s hands play and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop him.
Not that I want to. I’m turned on and the thought that people are watching this only makes this hotter. Everything quietens as Henry’s breathing loudens and the pounding in my chest becomes more than I can ignore .
Henry pulls me upright and my eyes lock on Matt’s, finding their amber irises alight with arousal. Matt’s focused on me but caught in desire and Ryan’s hands explore his body, teasing him as Henry teases me.
“They’re not threatening us, lea,” Henry says, grating his teeth on my earlobe. “Look at Matt, Ivy. He’s watching us as Ryan plays with him and getting more turned on, knowing he’s being touched as I’m touching you. He’s feeding off our arousal and his is killing him.”
Matt whines and Ryan snarls, staring at me as he drags his fangs across Matt’s neck. Ryan kisses his neck again and Matt groans, dropping his hands to his groin.
“He’s hard, lea,” Henry whispers.
My eyes flick down and Matt’s erection is straining against his trousers. Matt thrusts into his hand and Ryan growls, grabbing Matt’s wrist and yanking it away.
“Not yet,” he says, staring at me. “I’m the only one touching your cock tonight, babe.”
“Ryan…”
Matt’s voice is a groan of need and want, and his muscles tense as his fists clench. He tips his head back and Ryan’s mouth plays over his neck, teasing his partner with his fangs. Matt’s chest heaves and I stare, transfixed, as they play with each other—and with us.
We’re playing with our partners—for our partners—in front of each other, and our arousal’s soaring. My heart’s racing and every beat sends a pulse of desire to my clit. My body’s desperate for release as the ache in my core grows unbearable and my back arches to escape.
“No, lea,” Henry breathes against my neck. “We don’t misbehave.” His teeth scrape my neck and I whine. “Not if we want to come.” Henry sucks skin into his mouth and my clit burns. “Not when Matt’s being so good for Ryan. ”
Matt groans again, and Ryan hisses as his nails sharpen into claws. I shudder and back into Henry’s chest, held against him as he plays with me and refuses to let me retreat away from this.
“Watch Matt and Ryan, lea.”
Ryan reaches for Matt’s belt.
“Watch how Ryan teases Matt.”
Henry’s hand wanders down my front.
“Watch as he plays with Matt’s cock, lea.”
Matt pleads as Ryan undoes his belt.
“Should I play with you like that, lea?”
I moan and writhe, aching for more. Desperate for more. Desperate for what Matt’s getting from his partner.
Ryan’s eyes flick to mine and their scarlet burns in my soul, setting it alight. His lips curl back and his fangs shimmer in the light before they pierce Matt’s neck while his hands pull his cock out.
Henry’s fingers move my legs apart and play with the fabric of my dress, brushing it against my thighs as it moves over me. I inhale sharply as the pressure increases and Henry’s strokes match those of Ryan as he fists Matt’s cock achingly slowly.
“Does that feel better, babe?”
A pulse of pleasure devastates my core and another high-pitched moan rolls off my chest. Matt makes a sound that echoes mine and his hips start to thrust, eager to heighten his pleasure.
Henry’s hand presses between my legs and it's more than I can bear. I need more. I want more. I’m close to being prepared to do anything for more.
“Does she beg?” Ryan asks. “I bet she begs so fucking beautifully.”
Henry nips my neck and the pain is the burst of ecstasy I needed. “You didn’t answer me, lea.” Henry kisses my neck and my head falls back in pleasure. “I won’t play with you until you do.” His hand pushes a little harder and my clit aches, agonizingly close to everything I need. “Do you want me to fuck you, Ivy?”
My head nods and my lips part.
“Ask nicely, lea.”
Henry pulls my collar and I break.
“Please.”
“Nicely, lea.”
Matt groans and Ryan snarls as I moan quietly, writhing against Henry’s hold. Ryan’s hand releases Matt’s cock and both Matt and I whimper in unison, deprived of a pleasure that we were enjoying. Eyes snap to mine and both Matt and Ryan plead with me, with different gazes and different needs, but both seeking the release I’m withholding.
“Please.” It’s not enough and Henry wraps a hand around my neck. “Please, Henry.” He smacks my ass and growls, displeased. “Please, Master.”
“Better,” Henry growls, pulling me forward and undoing my dress.
My heart races and I stare at Matt, more anxious with every button that Henry undoes. Cool air hits my back and I don’t like the exposure, increasingly nervous and aware that in seconds Matt and Ryan will see me in a way I’m not comfortable with. I shriek and he lands another spank on my ass.
“Be a good girl, lea.” Henry pulls me upright again and holds my back against his chest. “You are safe. Now stop fucking around while I show Matt and Ryan how fucking magnificent you are.” His hands yank my dress further apart. “Are you going to behave, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
Henry lifts me out of the dress, brushing it out of the way before lowering me back onto his lap. His hands move my thighs either side of his and I’m utterly exposed, unable to do anything more than try to cover myself as Matt and Ryan stare, transfixed.
“She’s beautiful,” Ryan says, softly.
“Ivy, you’re beautiful,” Matt says, his eyes wandering down me. “Beautiful. Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t doubt this.”
I close my eyes as Henry’s hands stroke my body, gliding over the curves and swells of my stomach. The heat and warmth wash over me, carefully building my arousal until my core is clenching and my clit is throbbing. I’m wet and writhing on Henry’s lap, trying to grind against his leg as I search for anything to relieve the ache that’s becoming unbearable.
“Open your eyes.” Henry’s lips brush against my ear and electricity shoots down my spine. “Watch Ryan play with Matt.” Henry bites my ear and I gasp. “He’s so fucking turned on, lea. He’s watching me play with you and the boy’s about to lose his fucking mind.”
My eyes open and Matt’s still sitting on Ryan’s lap, still facing me, still held with his hands behind his back. But he’s naked now and his cock is hard and weeping as Ryan strokes it, giving him enough pleasure to ease the pain but not enough to get release.
“Ryan…”
Matt’s tense, on edge.
“Yes, babe?”
Ryan’s playing, with him .
“Stop fucking around, Ryan.”
Henry’s fingers dip between my legs and find my clit, finally giving me the relief and enjoyment I craved so badly. His thumb circles my clit as Matt bucks his hips in time with us and Ryan smirks, watching Henry play with me as he plays with Ryan.
“You’re going to earn my cock, babe. I want you desperate and needy and fucking begging me to fuck you.”
Matt whimpers and Ryan fists faster—and Henry’s fingers move at the same frantic pace, stoking my desire as my body gives in to the excitement. I’m losing myself in the moment, losing my inhibitions as my self-consciousness melts away, leaving me loving every goddamn second of whatever Henry’s doing.
And he’s not letting up.
His fingers dip inside me as his thumb presses my clit and I cry out in pleasure, relieved from the agony of being empty. My head tips back and Henry claims a kiss, his tongue playing in my mouth as his fingers play in my pussy.
I’m rolling my hips, grinding into him in time with Matt, who’s thrusting into Ryan’s hand and begging for more. Ryan won’t give him what he wants and Matt’s growing increasingly frantic, increasingly desperate for release. His stomach tightens and every damn muscle strains as he fights to keep control and tries to lose it.
“I’m going to fucking kill you for this,” he says through rasped breaths.
I whimper and Ryan laughs low. “Begging for your cock always makes me fucking hard, but I’m in charge tonight. Ivy’s behaving so well for Henry, it’d be a shame if you ruined our fun, babe. So be a good boy and wait for her to beg, and then I’ll think about giving you my cock.”
Matt’s dick leaks precum and Henry laughs in my ear, sending shivers through my core. I’m trembling as he plays with my body, building my arousal and bringing me closer to climax with every passing second.
“Beg, lea.”
“Master.” I’m lost in desire and willing to do anything for more. “Please. I need more. I’m desperate for more. Please let me come, please.”
Henry growls and I shake, clenching around his fingers as I practically come for him.
“I’m so fucking close, Master. Please.”
Ryan sucks air between his teeth and Matt leans forward, eyes pleading with me to give Henry what he needs. What we need to get the release we’re denied until I do.
I groan and give in. “I need your cock, Master. Please. I…”
“Good girl.”
Henry’s hands release his belt and I moan, increasingly frantic now I’m so close to getting what I need. Matt arches his back and writhes against Ryan, seeking the release he needs.
“Beg, babe.”
Matt doesn’t hesitate. “I’ll fucking die if you don’t fuck me. Ryan, I swear, I’m going to fucking explode if your cock doesn’t come inside me. I fucking need your fucking cock and you’re not going to be a dick about it.”
Ryan hisses.
“I’ve been good. I’ve fucking begged. I’ll fucking crawl over the fucking floor if that’s what it fucking takes, but this is fucking killing me and you fucking know it. I need your cock, Ryan, and you need to fuck me. So stop dicking around and shove your cock in my ass and make us both see stars.”
Henry’s cock circles my entrance and I buck, trying to change the angle and allow him better access. I’m grinding and writhing, doing everything I can to slide him inside me, staring at Matt and pleading with him to give Ryan what he needs.
We’re caught in each other’s emotions and arousal, but I’m only with Henry. I’m his and he is mine and we’re together, excited for and with each other. I exhale and his mouth plays on my neck, as Matt begs Ryan and I wait, desperate for Henry to finally fuck me.
Ryan nods and Henry grabs my collar. I grab a lung full of air and Henry thrusts into me, pulling me onto his cock and making me scream. My cry mingles with Matt’s, while Henry and Ryan roar in unison.
“Good fucking boy,” Ryan says, stroking Matt’s back. “Isn’t it better when you take my cock like a good fucking boy?”
Matt hums a response and Ryan smacks his ass.
“Don’t think I won’t deprive you of my cock. I fucking will unless you’re a good fucking boy for me.” Ryan slams into Matt and he cries out. “Tell me what you are.”
“A good fucking boy.”
Ryan slams into him again and I groan, almost coming at the sight and sound of them.
“Who loves your fucking cock in my ass,” Matt adds, groaning as Ryan rewards him with gentler strokes. “You feel so fucking good, Ryan. You always feel so fucking good.”
I clench around Henry and he moans, holding me by the collar as he fucks me without restraint. My pussy’s so damn full, and the pleasure and pain are exquisite, merging and heightening every single sensation sweeping through me. I’m hot and breathless, chasing an even higher high as Henry holds me on the edge of climax, thrusting hard enough that the pain denies me the pleasure of an orgasm.
“Matt comes first, lea,” he says. “He’s been such a good boy for Ryan. You wait, pet.”
“Yes, Master.”
Matt moans and Ryan’s rhythm quickens. Their hips connect and their breathing syncs, both working together as they drive themselves toward their climax. Matt’s still hard and Ryan refuses to play with his cock, leaving it twitching and throbbing and leaking precum everywhere.
“Just my cock, babe,” he says. “You’re coming on my cock tonight.”
Ryan lowers Matt’s head and his thrusts harden as Matt cries and moans in pleasure. His hands curl into fists and he strains as Ryan builds Matt’s arousal with an expertise that leaves me breathless. Ryan knows every inch of his partner’s body and they move with the ease and trust of two people completely comfortable with each other. Completely connected and truly intimate.
“We have that too,” Henry whispers. “You’re fucking perfect, Ivy. Made for me. In every fucking way. Your body. Your soul. Your perfect pussy strangles my cock so damn tight it hurts.”
His thrusts turn harder and the heat inside me turns into an inferno. I’m dangerously close, struggling to hold back an orgasm that will shatter me, watching Ryan fucking Matt as they both lose themselves in each other.
Matt’s fingers lace through Ryan’s and they groan together, breathing and moaning as one. Moving as one. Chasing pleasure as one. And when Matt tips his head back, Ryan drops his, bringing them even closer together.
“Come for me, babe.”
Ryan’s thrusts turn erratic as he loses all control, giving in to the ecstasy of his climax. He roars and cries as he pulls Matt back, and Matt’s back arches as his body tenses and his cock jerks against his stomach. He turns to face Ryan, staring at him like he’s everything he ever wanted, and comes—hard—spraying come onto the floor between us.
Henry’s grip tightens and he works harder, fucking me faster and it’s more than I can take. My pussy tightens as it contracts around his cock and I break, collapsing as my climax devastates me in a wave of fire that makes my body burn.
“Your pussy’s heaven, Ivy. I’m going to mark it with my come so everyone knows who owns it.”
Henry’s groans deepen and he comes inside me, making damn sure I feel every movement of his dick as it fills me with his come. His thrusts slow as my orgasm peaks and I close my eyes, relaxing and letting the warmth wash over me.
I’m dazed and warm and sleepy, content and sure I’m safe in Henry’s arms. He eases out of me and my eyes manage to focus on Matt and Ryan, watching them embrace as they collapse onto each other.
“Such a good girl, lea.”
Henry pulls me against his chest and my fingers cling to him as my eyelids struggle to stay open. As the darkness closes in, kisses tickle my face and Henry sighs so gently it’s almost as if I dreamt it.
“You’re perfect, Ivy—and you’re mine. Mine to use. Mine to give to. Mine to pleasure and provide for. Mine to adore and worship and fuck whenever I damn well want.”