by Lila Dubois
“Come here, my falcon.”
She went to him like a moth to a flame, but unlike the moth, she knew it was dangerous.
“I’m frightened,” she whispered.
“I know.” He stroked her face, fingers flittering over her brows and cheeks. He held the mask up, flipping the straps out of his way. He brought the mask to her face, his hand behind her head, keeping her still.
She whimpered as the cold leather touched her face. The mask fit perfectly, settling into place over her nose and along her cheeks and forehead. The dim light from the lamp disappeared.
“There is nothing to fear,” William said. “I’m here. Listen to my voice, that is all you need.”
William held the mask in place as Christoffer joined them. He carefully parted Mirela’s hair, pressing the straps flush against her head so that her hair wouldn’t be trapped under them. The straps came together at the back of her head. Christoffer drew them snug, but not so tight that it hurt.
William released her and Mirela touched the mask. Her blindness was frightening, and arousing. She was confused and scared, the emotions rolling slowly through her so that it felt as though her mind were coated in black velvet.
“These chains will prevent you from removing it,” William told her, and the chains she’d seen dangling from the side straps were looped around the collar. She shivered as their fingers touched her neck. She couldn’t tell whose hands were whose.
Then they left her there, alone in the darkness they’d made. Mirela rolled her head, testing the mask.
“How do you like the hood?” William asked. His voice came from far away.
“Don’t leave me,” she gasped out. She stumbled forward, toward his voice.
Strong hands caught her waist. Mirela buried her face against his shoulder, breathing deep. William’s hands settled on her back, stroking as he had in the pen.
“Be calm, my falcon,” he crooned.
Bells jingled and she cocked her head, listening to the sound getting closer.
“Did you know,” William whispered in her ear, “that falcons wore jesses from their ankles? The straps were made from soft leather dyed the lord’s colors. Bells of gold and jewels were added to the jesses of the best falcons. I have jesses for you, my falcon.”
The tinkle of bells fell silent. Hands stroked her legs and Mirela danced nervously in place.
“Be still.”
Cool leather was slipped around her ankles. When she shifted her feet the bells jingled.
Next, leather went around her wrists.
“The jesses had a purpose. They were the lord’s way of controlling and taming his bird, and rings in the jesses allowed leashes to be attached.”
Mirela felt the jesses at her wrists. The leather was studded with small hard objects—the jewels he’d spoken of? A short length of chain, accented with bells, dangled from each. At the end of the chain was a ring.
William’s hands flowed down her arms, over the jesses to toy with the chains, sending the bells dancing.
Her hands were raised, higher, until they were stretched above her head. Mirela moaned, turning her blind face into her arm, wanting to hide from the powerful feelings rolling through her.
“She’s aroused,” Christoffer said. It was the first time he’d spoken and she barely recognized his voice, which was deeper than normal and gravelly.
“Is my wolf right?” William asked, breath washing down her cheek. “Are you aroused?”
She shook her head. She would have answered had she known what to say.
“Hold her up,” William said, and her bells jingled as ownership of her hands was transferred to Christoffer. She could feel the two big men looming over her, their body heat warming her.
Thumbs rubbed her cheeks below the mask, then passed over her lower lip. They were William’s—she was beginning to know each man by his hands. Without knowing why, she licked his finger.
William chuckled but it was not a cruel sound. “My falcon,” he whispered.
His lips met hers and Mirela sighed against his mouth. The kiss started slow, lips soft and tender. Then he deepened the kiss, his tongue wet and startling against her lips, demanding they open. Mirela moaned when William’s tongue pushed into her mouth, flicking against her teeth.
His tongue retreated, his wet lips rubbing against hers. Mirela’s breasts were heavy, her sex throbbing. She pressed her hips forward against William’s. His hands settled on her hips, sliding slowly upward until he cupped the undersides of her breasts. He kneaded the firm flesh and Mirela’s head tipped back, coming to rest on Christoffer, who stood at her back holding her arms above her head. The scent of woods came to her, so different from William’s human smell.
William’s thumbs brushed her nipples and Mirela cried out at the exquisite pleasure. Lips on her neck played with the tender skin behind her ears. There were more lips kissing their way down her chest, and then her nipple was captured by warm mouth.
Fingers petted the hair of her sex. Scared by her arousal, Mirela locked her knees together. That earned her a hard swat on the ass.
“Spread your legs,” William ordered.
Mirela spread her legs, toes curling in the plush carpet. The sting from the spank fed into her arousal, and when fingers spread the lips of her sex she started to beg.
“Please, please, please…”
“What do you want, my falcon?”
“I don’t know. Please, please.”
“You do,” Christoffer admonished, licking her ear, “I taught you the words.”
“I-I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked until I come. I want to come.”
“Who, who do you want to make you come?”
The answer came without hesitation. “My master, my lord.”
“Good girl.”
William’s fingers slid through the slippery wetness of her sex. No one had touched her there before and Mirela was glad of the blindfold. His fingers moved to the top of her sex and pleasure so sharp it was almost pain spiked through her.
“That felt good, didn’t it?” William asked, his voice heavy and satisfied. He touched her again and she screamed.
“That’s your clit,” Christoffer told her, his growling voice warm. His hips were rubbing against her ass.
William’s thumb pressed open one lip of her sex as he began to rhythmically rub her clit.
“Yes, yes, please!” she begged.
“Relax your body, let it come,” Christoffer said.
William’s fingers circled her clit, then stroked up and down, the constant rhythm building something low in her belly. William stood, his fingers still on her clit. He kissed her, drinking in her cries. Mirela sobbed and cried into his mouth, her hips rocking forward. The heel of his hand pressed into her belly. Christoffer’s panting breaths on the side of her neck tickled the soft skin there.
William’s lips were hot and wet against hers, his finger hard and firm on her clit.
Circle, circle, rub, rub.
Mirela lifted onto her toes as the feeling in her belly reached its zenith. One last stroke on her clit and she came.
She sobbed in fear and pleasure—her first orgasm. William and Christoffer leaned into her, pressing her body between theirs, and Mirela was grateful. If they hadn’t been there she was sure she would have been blown apart into thousands of pieces.
“Put her on the bed,” William whispered.
She was lifted and carried, then set down on a soft bed. It was glorious after the hard cot, though that thought was far away, as if someone else were thinking it. Mirela was still reeling from the pleasure she’d experienced.
Her hands were drawn up and there was a rattle. Another rattle and her legs were drawn down toward the foot of the bed.
“My lord? Christoffer?” she whispered, feeling cold and lonely without their touch.
“I will return to feed you,” William said. A soft blanket was draped over her. “Sleep well, my falcon.”
“My lord?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
“It was my true pleasure.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “You are beautiful.”
There was a sound of the door opening, footsteps, then a closing door.
Mirela took a deep breath, feeling terribly lethargic. She tried to shift positions, only to find that her hands and feet had been bound in place. There was a small amount of slack and she wiggled until comfortable.
Licking her lips, she tasted William’s kiss. Her last thought before slipping into sleep was to wonder what William and Christoffer were doing right now.
William slammed Christoffer against the wall. He met the boy’s blue eyes, seeing his own wild arousal echoed there.
His head was full of his own power. The submission and obedience of the falcon satisfied the barbarian inside him. He’d given her an orgasm, but now he wanted his. Christoffer shivered and William grinned. He would have this boy.
It didn’t matter that Christoffer was male. What mattered was that he was William’s. Christoffer wanted William’s touch. Like the falcon, the wolf craved him, and William would satisfy him.
He savaged Christoffer’s mouth with a brutal kiss. Christoffer’s hands fisted in his shirt, pressing their chests together.
Grabbing the boy by the scruff of the neck, William broke the kiss and dragged him down the hall toward William’s own bedroom.
“Strip,” William demanded, slamming the door closed. He jerked his own shirt open, buttons pinging on the floor. Christoffer’s eyes were wide but he scrambled to obey, and within moments was naked.
William caught him by the hips, bringing their bodies together so Christoffer’s cock rubbed over his slacks.
“Take off my pants,” he ordered.
Christoffer dropped to his knees and undid the belt, pulling it free of the loops. When he started to toss it aside, William took it. Feeling dark and dangerous, he looped it around Christoffer’s neck, sliding the free end through the loop of the buckle, keeping it loose.
Christoffer’s eyes dilated and his cock rose until it was nearly pressed to his belly. He undid William’s pants with his teeth.
William shucked his pants and underwear in a single movement, toeing off his shoes as he did. Christoffer looked up at him, his lips hovering near the tip of William’s cock.
But this time would be different. With a tug at the makeshift leash, William ordered Christoffer to his feet and led him to the bed. The wolf looked from the bed to William. Christoffer held up his hand and William released the belt, confused but trusting. Christoffer darted into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of lotion.
With the belt dangling around his neck, Christoffer climbed onto the bed. He lay on his back and opened his arms.
Doubts had crept into William’s mind, but he pushed them away.
He came down on the boy, settling into the cradle of Christoffer’s legs. It was strange but arousing to feel hairy muscled legs rather than soft slender ones. William paused when his cock brushed Christoffer’s. It was so alien to William’s understanding of what was sexually acceptable he nearly pulled away. Christoffer, sensing the problem, propped himself up on an elbow and kissed William, pulling him down as he did so.
The kiss was rough and passionate. William’s stubbled chin scraped Christoffer’s soft cheeks. William broke the kiss and Christoffer stared up at him.
“Tell me you want me,” William demanded.
“I do, I want you. So much.”
William leaned to the side and hesitantly took Christoffer’s cock in his hand. It was disconcerting to hold another man’s cock, but once he overcame the strangeness of it all, William was gratified to see how easy it was to drive Christoffer insane.
He squeezed the shaft as he fondled the foreskin with his thumb. He worked Christoffer’s cock roughly, with force a woman would never dare use.
“I can’t,” Christoffer panted, “hold on much longer.”
“Get yourself ready.” William rolled to the side of the bed. His hand was shaking as he pulled open the drawer with condoms in his bedside table. He turned back, foil packet in hand, to see Christoffer dripping lotion onto his fingers.
William half turned away, not sure he was ready to see this, but made himself turn back. He was done fumbling around. If he was going to fuck Christoffer he wanted to experience it all. William had never had anal sex before. The women the Lord of Eahrington dated were not the sort who offered up their asses.
Christoffer’s eyes were on William as his fingers slid down his own cock, over his balls to his puckered anus. He rubbed the lotion over it, then pushed the tip of one finger in.
“Deeper,” William growled, surprising himself.
Christoffer pushed his finger in to the second knuckle. There were bright spots of color on the boy’s cheeks and his eyes were so blue they were like flame. He fucked his ass with his finger, adding a second and pumping them in and out until his hips were rising and falling off the bed.
William grabbed Christoffer’s wrist, jerking his fingers out. He was surprised to see the boy’s ass gaping slightly open.
More than ready to fuck him, William carefully rolled on the lubricated condom. Once that was done he knelt between the boy’s legs and grabbed his hips. With a powerful tug, he pulled his wolf toward him, lifting his ass up until it rested on William’s thighs.
Using one hand, William angled his cock toward Christoffer’s ass, pressing the tip against the center of his anus.
With steady pressure William pushed his cock into Christoffer, enjoying his wolf’s moans. Midway, William had to stop and adjust his position. Christoffer braced his feet on the bed and levered his ass higher. William grunted in satisfaction.
This felt good. Very good.
When his cock was fully inside Christoffer, William again changed his position, sliding his knees out from under so he could lie atop his wolf.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” William said, wanting to hear the words.
“Please, fuck me, fuck me.”
“That’s right.” He withdrew his cock. “Beg.” He slammed his cock in.
Christoffer cried out, moaning, “Yes, oh fuck. Fuck me. Your cock. Fuck, fuck me!”
William’s hips were pistons, driving his cock into Christoffer’s tight ass. The ring of his anus was like a vise around William’s cock, and when he pulled back enough it clamped around the head, sending waves of pleasure up William’s back.
William knew his orgasm was close, knew it was waiting.
He bent his head, resting it against Christoffer’s sweaty chest. Panting, he thrust in and out, savoring each sensation. The scent of wood and earth rose heavily from Christoffer.
Christoffer shifted, raising his belly so that his cock, which was pressed between them, was being stroked by William thrusts.
“I’m close,” William said, raising his head to look at the boy.
“Me too,” Christoffer whispered, his accent now thick as honey.
William repositioned his elbows and dug his toes into the bed. He pulled completely out, then slammed his way in again. They both cried out as William’s cock pounded in and out of Christoffer.
William came, neck straining as he pumped once, twice and stilled. Mindful of Christoffer’s pleasure, William lifted his belly enough to reach Christoffer’s cock. Thumb on the tip, fingers around the shaft, William brought Christoffer to climax with a few strokes.
Christoffer’s seed splattered along his belly.
William withdrew his cock from Christoffer’s ass and flopped down to lie beside him.
The sound of their panting breaths filled the air. William looked up at his ceiling, marveling at how different his life had become.
Christoffer disappeared into the bathroom, returning with chest, cock and hands clean. William had been half afraid the boy would want him to lick the semen off his chest but, to be honest, the thought disgusted him. Apparently he wasn’t that gay yet.
Christoffer pul
led the condom off William’s cock and carried it away. William grunted in thanks.
Was he gay?
Had he been living in the closet all these years, as Christoffer insinuated?
Christoffer returned to the bed and William tensed, expecting a teasing comment, a question, something. Instead Christoffer lay back, hands behind his head. William relaxed.
It was true that William had never married, but that was because he hadn’t wanted to have a family when his Hunting Pair arrived. He’d wanted to wait until after they were perfectly trained before bringing any other humans into the situation.
Thoughts of the Hunting Pair led him to remember Mirela. His cock had been hard since the moment he’d slipped the hood onto her. He enjoyed controlling her, enjoyed how helpless she was, hooded and bound. She’d been unspeakably beautiful with her hands above her head, body flushed with arousal.
His cock twitched as he remembered it.
Not gay then…
“I’m not gay,” William said out loud.
“I didn’t think you were,” Christoffer replied.
William decided not to remind the wolf that he had indeed accused William of being gay. And old.
“I am attracted to you,” William admitted with British fortitude.
“I guessed.” There was a hint of a smile in Christoffer’s words, but when William looked over he was unsmiling.
“Therefore, I am…straight, with an exception for you.”
“Just me?”
“Yes.”
Now Christoffer was smiling. “I can live with that.”
William lay awake long after the wolf had fallen asleep.
Chapter Nine
Mirela woke at the touch of lips on her cheek. She took a deep breath, scenting the air.
“My lord?”
“Yes.”
Clicks and rattles precipitated the release of her arms and legs. Mirela moaned and she curled into a ball, her stiff arms and legs protesting the movement.
“If you behave I will let you sleep unbound.”
“Thank you, my lord.”
“You may call me Master while we are training. When in front of others you will refer to me as ‘my lord’.”
