by Joey W. Hill
Don’t tempt your Master and Mistress at the same time, Gideon. Being female, Anwyn has a far less well-developed sense of fair play.
Daegan’s chuckle was muffled and cut short by an oath as Anwyn bit his nipple with her sharp fangs. But point taken. Gideon had had a similar thought earlier, right? Women had honor – it was just quite a bit more flexible than a male’s. That whole context-versus-logic aspect of their personalities.
All tangled in each other’s minds, where there were so many possibilities, he didn’t have a problem with taking some risks, however. Gideon shifted, his thighs pressing up against the back of Daegan’s, nudging until Daegan bent his knees to match, for that nice-and-tight spooned position.
The vampire’s mind became clear as a mirror lake then, a stillness settling on them all. Anwyn had adjusted back when he moved his knees at Gideon’s direction, but Gideon saw her twine her fingers with Daegan’s bound ones on the head board. She had her eyes fixed on the vampire’s face, watching every expression as she provided a reassuring bulwark on that side. They’d hold him between them.
Gideon used his fingers first, making sure the lube was living up to its reputation. Yep, still as slippery and warm in that taut channel as it had been earlier. Even so, Gideon guided his cock between his buttocks, painted some more on the rim with his tip. The vampire made an inarticulate noise, back muscles quivering. Gideon pushed himself even closer, wrapping his arm around Daegan’s chest and putting his mouth against the back of his neck.
“Just relax and push against me. Same way you told me to do it.” Well, at first. Then he’d learned the way of it. Now Daegan could toss him onto a bed and slam into him like a railworker driving in a steel spike.
Daegan’s hands curled in their bonds and tightened over Anwyn’s, but Gideon felt what else the vampire wanted. Needed. He wanted Gideon’s fingers there, holding tight. Wow. That was unexpected. The vampire’s mind was cycling, disturbing that lake calm, becoming harder to follow. Gideon struggled to keep a focus inside as well as outside.
“In a minute,” he said. “You take me deep first. Relax that tight ass of yours. Prove something bigger than a pencil dick can squeeze into that narrow space.”
“As soon as you find one to do so,” Daegan muttered, voice strained. Gideon bared his teeth in a grin and set them to his carotid, eliciting that always arousing I’m-so-going-to-kick-your-ass savage vampire hiss.
“How about…now?”
He didn’t push, he knew enough for that, but he eased in with relentless pressure. When that first ring of muscles gave way, then the next, he slid into the hold of a fucking incredibly tight, slippery channel that held him like a glove, those well-developed muscles rippling inside and out to clamp down on his dick in a way that had him fighting for control.
He gave the feeling to Anwyn and Daegan both, so she’d know the astounding pleasure of it, and Daegan would know the pleasure he was giving. When Gideon got all the way to the hilt, his thighs cradling the vampire’s ass, his balls pinned hard against it, his cock deep inside, he put the hand that had guided it there over Daegan’s head and gripped his fingers and Anwyn’s, a three-way link.
“Given that it’s your first time, I wanted to go in easy-like. But since you heal up so fast, now I want to fuck the ever-living-shit out of you.” Stroking Daegan’s chest, Gideon adjusted himself a little deeper, earning a grunt…and then way more than that.
Fuck.
It wasn’t Daegan’s convulsing muscles that caused the expletive. He should have been warned by that confusing mixture of signals he was getting from the vampire’s mind. Suddenly, it was like he’d dropped two floors, now as deep inside Daegan’s head as he was in his ass. He saw the shift in the colors, the vibrant rainbow clouds sucked away by darker, deeper colors, blood and storms, volatile and decadent both.
It took a harrowing moment of re-orientation to figure it out. Fortunately, the times he’d had to battle Anwyn’s gremlins made it a quick adjustment. The vampire male had turned that corner, was facing the oncoming cyclone, where it was clear control might be wrested from his grasp by the response of his own body and even deeper places. Gideon knew Daegan wouldn’t fully lose control—he was too deadly a weapon to ever do that—but Gideon’s penetration had made him lose his grip enough that it had startled him. That hadn’t happened in a really long time. He hadn’t been prepared for it.
The last time someone had subjugated Daegan, Gideon had had a front row seat. The vampire had chopped up a dozen vampires like a sous chef. Now his eyes were closed, his focus on trying to brace against a force of nature that very few could resist. Especially if the ones bringing the chaos were those he loved and trusted in ways he’d never allowed himself before.
His fingers had clenched over the rope and his body was doing that all-over-quiver thing. He was devolving, not sure what way to go. Not sure how to find a reaction to this. A control.
When the situations were reversed, Daegan would deny Gideon any control, knowing not only was it part of being a servant, but it was in Gideon’s makeup to handle such unpredictability from his own psyche. But Gideon also understood a Dom’s nature better now, especially one as deep as Daegan’s ran.
Even Anwyn could handle this kind of thing better, because she’d once been human. And therein lay the solution. He sent it to her in the same blink of time, not sure if Daegan was even tuning in. The vampire was fighting his need to break free of the bindings, resist where Gideon was taking him. He wanted to dissipate that tornado of feeling with his own indomitable will.
No. This is for Gideon. Give Gideon this.
Hearing the self-admonition, knowing Daegan was holding on against the unknown for his sake, made Gideon’s eyes sting, his throat ache. But he wasn’t going to get all sentimental, hell no. He was going to fuck Daegan with unrestrained power, a hundred percent unleashed testosterone, and sweep all three of them away on that ride together.
Anwyn curled her lovely leg up over both of theirs and clasped her free hand around the back of Daegan’s neck. Her breasts pressed against Gideon’s arm across Daegan’s chest as she followed Gideon’s direction. She sank fully, completely onto Daegan’s cock, all the way to the hilt. At the same second, Gideon pulled back just enough and then slammed back in.
Daegan’s whole body jerked. Gideon shot the warning to Anwyn’s head fast enough she pulled her hand free from their link on the headboard, an instinct that changed to a mental noise of protest when Gideon slid his hand into its place.
That powerful grip constricted, sending blinding pain through his fingers. Jesus. Had he just heard a bone crack? Maybe two?
It didn’t matter. Leaving his hand in that grip was a sheer act of will, as powerful as the one Daegan was imposing on himself to stay still. Gideon found the brain cells to make his next pump into his ass more of a teasing seduction than an invasion, reminding Daegan he wasn’t in a fight.
“We have you, Master.” If Daegan had the same degree of muscles in his ass as he had everywhere else—a very likely possibility—Gideon might end up pulling back a stump. That should be a hell of a bigger concern to him than his fingers. He wasn’t sure if a servant’s appendages regenerated like a lizard’s. He probably should have asked about that. Daegan was always chastising him for leaping before he looked, after all.
“You protect us. You don’t hurt us. Not that way.” Though Gideon hated to admit to any pain, he knew it wasn’t just for him now. You’re hurting the crap out of my hand. Ease up. You don’t want to hurt Anwyn like that.
Daegan’s grip relaxed instantly. Gideon followed instinct, letting go of his chest to twist his upper body around and retrieve the knife he’d left on the nightstand. With one dexterous snap of his wrist, he cut the rope holding Daegan, letting the knife drop behind the bed. He pulled the rest of the bindings away, so the vampire was completely free. Daegan continued to hold the bed rails, though, telling Gideon he still had enough of his head in place to try and follow the dictates of the
wager. The thought made Gideon slide his abused hand under the vampire’s arm to clasp his chest anew with it, dropping the other one to Daegan’s hip.
“Now it’s all about what I want,” he said against the vampire’s flesh, tasting a light dew on his skin. Perspiration. Well, didn’t that just fucking make him harder? He started to piston his hips into that incredibly fuckable channel. Plunge and retreat, the slippery heat making him crazy. Even with the pain to his hand, holding onto control was a bitch. Fucking Daegan’s ass was a zone of red lust, spew-like-a-teenager heaven.
Anwyn, bless her for the tease she was, let him feel how hard and thick Daegan was inside her. Gideon was just as hard and thick. The more it sunk into his mind, all they’d done leading up to this, all the nuances of meaning exchanged, the more territorial he felt. He would come inside Daegan to emphasize what those knife marks on his chest had meant. His Master. His.
Ours. He met Anwyn’s gaze and saw her parted lips, the glaze that said Daegan was going to send her flying pretty soon. With every thrust from Gideon, Daegan was balancing it with a counter thrust into her sweet cunt. Her giving Daegan a target for his own cock hadn’t completely called the savage predator to heel. Her neck was bleeding where Daegan had bitten her. But tied to both of their minds, Gideon could see it was okay.
That whirl of crimson and dark colors in Daegan’s mind like a storm surge had become a little tighter coil. Controlled loss of control. It said the vampire had consciously let himself wade at least hip deep into the new experience and all the sensations it brought. He’d let himself move to the close side of danger, just as Gideon had intended.
The vampire snarled, his body tensing like a spring.
“You’re going to come for me, now,” Gideon rasped against him. “Her cunt is just as slippery, hot and tight as your ass is to me. Fuck, you feel good.”
As he pushed in harder, he reached across Daegan and up, grasping the headboard slat right in front of the vampire’s face so he could drive up higher, deeper. It put his wrist right where he wanted it. Daegan bit into him like a wolf tearing into the thigh of an ox, but it was all right. Gideon understood. He’d reached the eye of the tornado, staring up at all the things that made up Daegan’s world. He understood this, the monster beneath the man, and embraced it. No matter all the things he abhorred about vampires, there was nothing about Daegan he would reject from this point forward. Nothing. Daegan had seen all of Gideon’s darkness, after all. Now it was quid pro quo.
Even among the volatile mix of passion, Gideon felt the miracle of Daegan recognizing that. The storm enveloped them as Daegan became all need, desire and power. If he didn’t come, he might tear them both apart. And they’d embrace the destruction.
“Do it,” Gideon gasped, feeling his own response coming, a result of being clenched by that tight channel. “Come for us, Master.”
Daegan released with a harsh groan, a series of animal grunts that Gideon relished, especially when they combined with Anwyn’s cry of climax, her pussy spasming around Daegan’s cock. Gideon let his own flood gates break. It pushed Daegan to another level, the vampire’s hips jerking in response as Gideon’s seed shot into him. It made Gideon want to do it all over again, over and over. Never mind that a couple of his fingers were probably broken and his arm needed a million stitches. He’d heal. It was all good.
He pressed his face against Daegan’s nape as his cock drained to the last. He was breathing hard. Holding him. Just holding him. As Gideon felt Daegan struggling to get a handle on things and calm down, Gideon wanted to say all sorts of mushy, stupid things, but he didn’t. He settled for holding him like he’d never let him go. And he never would. Anwyn’s arms were wrapped over Daegan’s shoulders, her fingertips brushing Gideon’s face, his hair, stroking and soothing them both. Their goddess.
“My boys,” she murmured, confirming it. “My wonderful boys.”
Her body was still shuddering with those delicious female aftershocks. Daegan dropped a hand lower to palm her ass and hold her more firmly on him. Apparently, Gideon wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to break the joining of their bodies.
He closed his eyes as Daegan put his mouth on his arm, laved it with his tongue, cleaning him up, making sure the blood was coagulating. But it was not himself Gideon was concerned about. As the haze cleared, he realized somewhere during the aftermath, Daegan had closed that gateway between their minds. Fair enough, things being kind of done at this point. But the vampire’s body was making odd little shivers.
“Hey.” Gideon rose on an elbow, putting his arm back across the male’s chest, brushing his jaw along Daegan’s temple. “You okay?”
“Yes.” Daegan had his eyes closed, but he put his hand up over Gideon’s. A long moment passed.
I expected it to be…different. I expected your humor, your wiseass comments. I expected some of your emotions. I did not expect all of mine, or what it all became.
“Welcome to my world, every time the two of you take me over.”
A smile touched Daegan’s lips but he opened his eyes, turning a serious gaze up toward Gideon. “You have given me an unexpected gift. Thank you. But you took an unacceptable risk.”
“No, I didn’t. Because no matter where you go in your head, we’re there. You might strike out, but you always hold back. I wanted you to do a little less holding back tonight and know that we could take it. And that we trust you.”
Daegan frowned. “I could have hurt you both. Badly.”
“But you didn’t.” Anwyn spoke now, touching his face. “Gideon’s right. You couldn’t.”
Gideon tucked his hips in tighter against him. “I fucking never want to pull out. Though it may be a moot point, as tight as you are. We’ll have to go to the ER to get my dick removed from your ass.”
“I’ll find a blade and cut it off at the root first. That would solve many problems.”
Gideon snorted. Daegan put his hand up to Anwyn’s face, his thumb sliding along her cheek, her jaw. “You, cher, I always expect to be a wonder. You never fail to persuade me to do your bidding.”
“Remember that the next time I tell you it’s your turn to take out the trash.”
“That’s why we have a servant.” When Gideon took a shot at his head, Daegan caught his wrist, his quick reflexes back on point. But Gideon took advantage of the turn of Daegan’s head in his direction to crush his mouth to his once more. This time, the tide shifted. Daegan leaned back in his twisted position to grip Gideon’s head and take over the kiss. He made it slow, thorough, long. Somewhere in that, his arm circled Anwyn and brought her into it. She propped herself on Daegan’s body so three mouths were teasing one another, lips and tongues spreading wet heat.
When they finally eased back, Daegan clasped Gideon’s arm, now draped over Daegan’s hips. As the vampire kept Anwyn close, he glanced over his shoulder at Gideon with an expression that made Gideon’s heart literally somersault in his chest. Jesus, fucking the guy had only made his obsession with him worse.
“Have I fairly delivered on the terms of the wager?”
“Hell no. We’re going to have to do it all over again.”
Anwyn chuckled. Daegan curled a lip. “Dream on, vampire hunter.”
Gideon’s own lips twisted at that, but he slid his hand up to Daegan’s chest. It was new, to just touch him casually like this in the aftermath. Maybe Daegan wouldn’t allow it tomorrow, maybe Gideon wouldn’t feel as comfortable about the intimacy, but for tonight…it felt right.
“Yeah,” Gideon said at last. “You did.” He hesitated, then pressed his palm against Daegan’s heart, where he’d put that mark. Daegan’s hand met his, and Anwyn’s joined them.
“Thanks. Thanks for all of it.”
Daegan’s fingers tightened over him. “You will take my blood to help your fingers heal.”
“Already healing.” Gideon wiggled them to prove it. “I think what I took from you earlier is still working.”
“Which would not have been nec
essary, if you hadn’t stuck your chest in the way. As I told you—”
“Yeah, yeah. You could have diced the stake into Lincoln Logs before it came within arms’ reach. You and Edward Scissorhands.” Gideon grunted. “Spare me.”
His cock had softened enough that he put his hand back down on the vampire’s hip and withdrew slowly. Daegan had already slid from Anwyn’s body, so the vampire turned onto his back, considering them both. Gideon had his own question to ask, though.
“What was that look between you two, when I asked Daegan to leave my mind, at the beginning? And don’t get all cagey now.” He narrowed his gaze at Daegan’s lifted brow. “Yeah, I used a word from your pretentious vocabulary. Try not to faint.”
Anwyn reached across Daegan to stroke Gideon’s jaw, capturing his attention. “A Master never abdicates his responsibility to care for his servant. Even when it’s simply care for his state of mind. Daegan wanted me to stay in your head, at least on the surface. He knew you would assume it was because I simply didn’t have enough control.” Now she gave him one of those penetrating looks in return. “And yes, I will make you pay that wrong assumption.”
“Promises, promises, Mistress.” Grasping her wrist, Gideon put his mouth against her palm, enjoying her nails scraping over his cheek, none-too-gently.
Daegan yawned—the bastard actually yawned. It almost made Gideon grin. The vampire must have seen it, because he pulled Gideon down next to him. He brought Anwyn down into a mirror position on his other side, albeit more tenderly. Once there, it was easy for limbs to get tangled, Anwyn’s thigh sliding over Gideon’s where their knees both rested between Daegan’s sprawled legs.
“Enough, children,” the vampire said, closing his eyes.
“You know, I do protect the both of you as much as you protect me,” Gideon pointed out. “Like one of those Egyptian guards, watching over the pharaoh and…pharaoh-ess.”
