by Emma Jaye
Lips twitching, she turned to the door. “I’ll erm, leave you two alone, but I’ll be right outside the door if you need anything. Or anyone, to erm, help.”
The door shut behind her red face. Finn breathed a sigh of relief.
CHAPTER 5
Sweat dripped down his body as Finn ground his teeth in a bid to resist tipping over the edge. He’d positioned himself with his back to the door in case anyone came in, but he’d got to the stage that he didn’t need to touch himself constantly to keep his erection proud and strong. Stopping himself coming was a far bigger problem. He no longer had the hair trigger of his early teens, but hell, this was torture.
At first, to get himself going, he’d traced his fingers over Ezra’s perfect chest and abs. After listening carefully to make sure no one lurked outside the door, he shamelessly indulged in kissing and licking Ezra’s dusky, spicy vanilla tasting skin. He didn’t investigate lower, remove the sheet resting over Ezra’s hips, or get on the bed for some full body contact. If he found Ezra had an erection, he couldn’t guarantee he’d be able to resist climbing on board and taking what his body, his mind, cried out for. Loneliness gnawed at him.
Please, please wake up. I can’t do this on my own. You got me into this, I need you so much. His plea, like the others he’d made since waking went unanswered. But from what the others said, being alone with a conscious Ezra would be dangerous. He didn’t believe it, Ezra wouldn’t hurt him, not now that the bond had solidified. Ezra felt his emotions, his pain, maybe not as strong as Finn felt the incubus’s, but if he hurt Finn, he’d hurt himself.
A knock on the door had him swiftly covering Ezra up and stepping away from the bed. As soon as the skin to skin contact ended, Finn itched to have it back.
Instead, he called out, “Come in.”
The door opened to reveal a grinning Avery. “I see you’ve been behaving yourself. Keeping yourself on the edge on your own isn’t easy, is it? Especially with all those teenage human hormones rushing through you. I’ve always said the only thing hornier that a young human is a vascellum or a sex demon. And two out of three at once, whew.” Still grinning, he wiped his forehead and pretended to flick away sweat. “Are you ready for this?”
“Depends on what ‘this’ is,” Finn replied, staying beside Ezra. Even with his demon unconscious, having him only a foot away boosted his confidence.
Avery jerked a little and looked back over his shoulder. “You could have said excuse me,” he said as he stepped through the doorway.
“I find the direct approach works better when men are thinking with their dicks, which with your lot is... I’m sure you get the picture,” Pixie said before turning to Finn. “Are you alright with what he’s cooked up?”
Finn scowled. “I don’t know. Nobody’s told me what ‘this’ is yet.”
Pixie turned back to Avery, her bright pink eyebrows raised as she put a hand on her hip. “Explain everything. In detail. Before you do anything.”
Finn had to hold in a laugh as Avery did a great impression of a scolded schoolboy. His hands were clasped in front of him, and despite the huge difference in size, he managed to look up at her as he tucked his chin into his neck.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Pixie made a small strangled noise of frustration. “And don’t think that routine is going to work for you any better than it does for Ezra. And for your information, he’s better at it.”
Her comment produced a genuine scowl from Avery and Finn worked hard to stop himself laughing.
“Well thanks for the ego boost, Pixie. Tell Amtai that you can let Ezra wake now. I’ve set up the nearest all-inclusive guest lodge so–”
“How far away is it?” Finn interrupted. Even not touching Ezra when there were less than twelve inches between them made him fidgety.
“About twenty feet from this room,” Avery replied, with no hint of condescension in his voice. “Believe me, I understand.” He hesitated as if about to say something else. Instead he gave Finn a smile that looked a little false. “Now, shall we go fill you up for him?”
“Talking of food, Finn, have you eaten anything today?” Pixie asked.
Finn opened his mouth, but Avery cut him off before he had a chance to answer.
“Probably not a good idea for him to have a full stomach with what I’ve got planned.”
“I–” Finn managed before his former housemate interrupted.
Pixie’s scowl returned. “He needs to eat several times a day, he’s not a higher demon or a fae. Or has it been so long since you interacted with a–”
“Oi, still here.” He indicated his chest as if they hadn’t been able to see him. Avery had the grace to look a little sheepish, so Finn focused on Pixie.
“You know, I think I liked you better when you were just another weird student. I might be a lowly human, but I’m still capable of saying if I’m hungry. I’m not.” He turned to Avery. “Shall we get on with this, before he starts bleeding again?”
Finn marched out of the room without looking back.
Finn stared at the clear plastic device in Avery’s hand, then up at the incubus. Avery wore the grin Finn had started to find irritating. Although he’d never seen one, from the shape, it was obvious what the pieces were meant to contain.
“That’s your plan, a cock cage?”
“Partly. You need to be horny for as long as possible and this will stop you coming. It’ll also keep your partner’s hands off your cock. Ever worn one?”
Finn thought about saying, ‘Of course I have, didn’t Ezra tell you, I’m a Kama Sutra master?’ Instead, the truth fell out of his mouth.
“I’ve never even seen one, except in Ezra’s shop and those were still in packets. Look, in case you don’t realise this, I’m erm... not exactly experienced in the bedroom. Ezra was my first in more ways than one.”
To his joy, his confession didn’t seem to bother the incubus, in fact, he gave a crocodilian smile. Delicious trepidation swirled in Finn’s belly and his cock, which had begun to deflate, swelled again.
“Well you certainly appeared to have rocked the worlds of those three shifter brothers without any pointers, so you have considerable natural talent.”
Finn kept it to himself that after getting the brothers to chase him, it’d taken little more than waving his bare butt in the air to get them to pound him into the mud. Finesse, hadn’t come into it.
“Thing is, we’ll have to give the humans I’ve lined up for you some sort of explanation for why you’re wearing it. I didn’t want to risk you being over filled by a bunch of supernaturals again. You’re Ezra’s and I respect that. Have you heard of BDSM?”
Finn sighed. “I’m inexperienced, not a monk. What have you got in mind?”
“How about you’re my sub being punished, hence the cock cage. How do you feel about being a bad boy giving head to strangers to prove how sorry you are?”
“You’ll stay with me?”
“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world; I might even be able to give you some tips. BDSM is bigger than ever. This place thrives on it. The opportunities for you to fill up at one of the many clubs if you can play a convincing sub are huge. Lots of sex, safe supervision, even if Ezra isn’t in the room, and no long seductions required. A dream come true for our kind, if you can play the part. Right now, you couldn’t be a convincing dominant, but that may come in time. Besides, Doms tend to concentrate on one sub at a time; as a sub, you can be involved in groups too.”
“Are, are you going to, you know, with me too?”
Ezra had explained the addiction and bonding process, but Finn wasn’t sure how many times it would take for him to become addicted to Avery. He could already sense a pull, but that could be the incubus’s natural appeal. He’d already been with Avery once.
“Do you want me to?”
Now that was a question and a half. Physically, it’d be glorious, and his dick throbbed at the thought. But how would Ezra feel about it? Can I be bonded to both?
Will Avery tell me the truth if I ask? All these questions, decisions, were why he craved being compelled. In that state, all he had to do was react and feel. He missed it, he missed Ezra. But he didn’t trust Avery.
“Is Milo here?”
Avery blinked. “The little shifter? Why, do you want to see him?”
The incubus’s reaction was one more suspicious behaviour on a growing list. Is he trying to isolate me from people I trust? Avery seemed to be all smiles, but Finn knew his real motivation; to keep the one and only vascellum in a working condition. And Ezra wasn’t exactly the incubus the stuffy sex demon hierarchy would want to be in control of their destiny. They hadn’t even acknowledged his existence.
Avery had already taken the first step towards bonding him at the pack house. He’d said he’d done it so that he could drain Finn’s energy if Ezra became incapacitated again. But how far did the leader of the supernatural council want to go? Did they want to cut Ezra out of the picture altogether?
How much did Avery care about either him or Ezra as people? Were all demons the same? Ezra hadn’t cared about him at all at the start of all this. The demon had lied, manipulated and used him, caused him discomfort and genuine pain, until the bond kicked in. Unlike Pixie, unlike Ezra, Milo had been in his corner since the moment they met.
“Is me speaking to Milo, alone, a problem?” Finn asked.
“Not for me. Pop into the bathroom and get that cage on while you’re not horny. I’ll fetch him.”
How does he know I’m... oh right, incubus. I wonder when I’ll get used to this?
Alone in the bathroom, Finn examined the device. The semi-soft silicone didn’t look too uncomfortable, but there wasn’t room for his cock to get hard. Will it hurt if I get turned on? With Avery in the mix, there wasn’t much of a chance he wouldn’t.
Ezra, please come back to me; I haven’t got a fucking clue what I’m doing here.
A knock at the door made him jump, the cage still in his hand.
“Finn? You ok in there?” He sighed in relief at Milo’s voice.
He wanted to know if Avery was out there too, but asking the question would only lead to more if the demon heard him.
“I’m alone. Avery said you wanted to talk to me.”
Finn cracked the door open. Without the drop-dead gorgeous incubus in the small rustic bed/sitting room he relaxed a little. Like Ezra, Avery wasn’t a huge man, but every line, every plane of his body screamed perfection. Finn felt inferior in comparison and he couldn’t help his old self wondering if he had been set up for one hell of a fall. Something like the popular kids befriending the dork only to drop him in some humiliating public stunt.
Saying no to Avery had proved as difficult as refusing Ezra. It was a useful attribute for beings who needed people to do things their conscience told them were wrong. It probably came in handy when chairing council meetings too.
The shaggy-haired, dirty-blond shifter sat on the bed, looking as non-threatening and attractive as ever. Milo only topped Finn by an inch, and although the shifter was ripped under his shirt, he felt ‘safe’ compared to most of the other supernaturals Finn had met.
Finn went to sit next to him, and tried to swallow down the ‘human morality’ everyone kept sneering about.
“He, erm, wants me to use this, while I pretend to...” he tailed off. The chances of him saying, ‘be a bad boy who needs to be punished’ was nil. He put the clear silicone device between them.
“And you don’t want to.” Milo angled himself toward Finn a little more. “Look, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. That’s what me and the guys are here for. Avery,” Milo scratched the back of his head, “is a good guy, as far as I can tell. But he does have the big picture in mind.” Milo bumped his shoulder against Finn’s. “I’m a small picture kinda guy, all canine shifters are. Pack first.”
“But I’m not–”
Milo’s hand landed on his knee. “Yes, you are. I don’t know how or why, but me, the twins, Emmett and even Jericho, think of you as pack. And after we shared his memories, that includes Ezra too.”
Finn’s gut clenched at the hardness in Milo’s voice as he mentioned Ezra.
“That bad?”
“Yeah. He–” Milo shook his head. “I don’t even know how to start explaining what they did to him. Put it this way, he reminded me of you when they first caught him. When they finished, he genuinely wanted to die. All I know is that I wouldn’t have lasted a month, let alone a year. Ezra is... very special.” Milo stared at his hands for a moment before carrying on.
“That he recovered enough to want to bond you is astounding. He hated what he is so much...” Milo cleared his throat.
Responsibility weighed heavily on Finn. What if I can’t do it? What if this time, Ezra doesn’t recover? Finn glanced down to check what he already knew. He was failing already. Because he wasn’t currently horny, Ezra might be bleeding again. His hand moved up to his thigh and squeezed.
“But he did it before and he’ll do it again. I think he’s the toughest son of a bitch I’ve ever met. He’ll understand if you don’t want to do anything right now. We all will. The vampires took choice from him. He took the choice to be bonded from you. It’s time it stopped.”
Finn let out a snort of amusement. “I doubt he would have bonded me if he’d known it would be two-way. But I did consent. I wanted him.”
Milo flopped back on the bed with a groan. “Finn, he’s an incubus. Of course you wanted to sleep with him.”
Finn shrugged. “What’s done is done. Whether it’s the bonding or natural, I love him, and he needs this.” Finn tapped the cock cage.
Milo sat up again. “So, what’s the problem?”
“Me. Avery. Ezra.”
The shifter’s blue eyes silently asked for a deeper explanation.
“In the club, thanks to Ezra, I wanted what happened so damn much, but–”
Milo interrupted. “That’s not going to happen ever again. We’ll all–”
“No, no that’s not it, well it is, but it’s not.” Finn blew out a breath, trying to marshal his thoughts. “The night you caught us–”
“Rescued you,” Milo corrected.
Finn frowned. “No, you didn’t. He didn’t compel me that night. Although if I had been, even a little, I might have enjoyed it instead of freaking out. Yes, one guy was a little heavy handed, but Ezra didn’t leave me. He was already coming over to stop it when I freaked out and ran. Me and Ezra, we were getting on great. The bond had kicked in, I felt confident, powerful, with all those guys panting after me, just like in the woods with your cousins.”
Admitting he couldn’t handle it, couldn’t be what these supernaturals took for granted was embarrassing, but it had to be done. Taking a deep breath, he went for it.
“And both times, because I wasn’t compelled, I got scared, and shit hit the fan. Ezra got run over, and I ended up in that damn tree.” He kept his eyes on his hands, waiting for Milo’s condemnation.
“You want to be compelled again?” Milo’s voice dripped with disappointment.
“Yeah. I’m... not good at this multiple thing without it.”
“You don’t have to do it at all.”
Finn met his eyes. “Yes, yes I do. He needs me. The whole sex demon race needs me. And I need compulsion. I didn’t really get it before, but I’m going to need to have sex with succubi, lots of them. The thought turns my stomach.”
“Again, with the ‘you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.’ I mean it. If you only want to be with Ezra for the rest of your life, we’ll make sure that happens.”
“And follow him around while he fucks multiple strangers every night? That’s not what he needs, not what he wants.”
Milo’s lips thinned. “Finn, listen to me, you’re not getting this. Yes, there are reasons for the way he is, believe me, I’ve lived it with him. But you matter too. The vampires treated him as a thing to be used; that’s what he thinks humans are for, an
d I’m not sure Avery doesn’t agree, even if he is nice about it. Me, Pixie and the others, we won’t let the sex demons do the same to you.”
This conversation wasn’t helping, and his arousal had vanished. He pictured Ezra’s wounds bleeding again.
“Milo, I want this, and I want you; I have done ever since you loaned me your jacket back in Brighton. I need a compulsion to carry this off, end of discussion. What I need is for you to make sure I don’t overdo it. With Ezra not firing on all cylinders, I don’t want to have to rely on Avery; I’m worried about his intentions. Being bonded to two incubi would be... difficult, especially as they don’t like each other. I need you to be my safety valve.”
Milo scratched behind his ear, a mannerism Finn recognized as his nervous tick.
“You want me?” Those crystal blue eyes met his.
Finn grinned at the one thing Milo had picked out of his entire speech. “Put it this way, if I don’t get that thing on quick, it’s not going to fit.”
“Do you know how to put it on?”
“Not a clue, you?”
“Nope. Shifter sex is...”
To Finn’s joy, Milo’s cheeks became a little pink, so he helped him out. “Fast and frantic? Don’t forget I was with your cousins.”
Milo snorted. “Those three? Glyn, and especially Gethin, have trouble working out which boot goes on which foot. Emmett’s a little brighter, but not by much.”
Finn stood up, frowning. “Don’t disrespect my guys, they were... focused, that’s all.”
Milo barked with laughter. A knock on the door was followed by the door opening.
Avery’s face appeared. He frowned as he focused on the cock cage laying on the bed.
“Not seeing much lust here. Are we doing this or not?”
“Yes, we are. I just need a little compulsion to get me in the mood.” At Avery’s deepening frown, he added, “I’m meant to be a submissive, aren’t I? I want to play the part well, and I want Milo to stay and to check me after every... visitor.”
Avery, the leader of the supernatural council, stepped into the room rather than the flirty incubus he’d been earlier.
