Every sound he made struck through her straight to her core. She centered herself and then laid into him until her arm hurt. She wasn’t aware how long she beat him, but when she stopped, his back glowed red in a mass of raised welts and red skin. She caught her breath and tossed the flogger to the bed before bending to untie him. She hadn’t heard him utter his safe word. She crawled around to his face, and the deep satiated look in his eye told her he hadn’t uttered a word through the whole thing.
“How do you feel?” she lifted his face in her hands. His features were half-shaded and relaxed.
“Beautiful, My Queen.”
Guilt coursed through her. She couldn’t afford to lose herself that way, but she wouldn’t apologize to him either. He brought an animal out of her. He woke a beast, and it would be his task to sate it.
“We aren’t done,” she said. She could hear the ice in her tone, and he straightened up. Even untied, he kept his hands behind his back. She peeked over his shoulder before going to the sideboard to find a salve tucked in a pocket of leather. She brought it back to him and spread the gel across his skin. It had a faint hint of a garlic that reminded her of spending Sunday’s making spaghetti sauce with Katherine. She didn’t worry too much, likely he healed fast, being immortal.
When she finished, she put the salve away and returned to him. “Stand.”
“Yes, My Queen,” he said, as he used those powerful thighs to stagger to his feet.
She looked him over, but as she started to question him as to his tastes in areas of domination, a knock interrupted her. “Come in,” she yelled.
The door opened tentatively, and Victor slipped through the small opening. As soon as she saw him an idea struck her. Perfect.
“Come here, Victor.”
He approached and kneeled at her feet, and then she took a moment to breathe and ground herself in the soft curls of his hair. He had somehow become her center, and she hated how their situation hurt him, affected him.
She took a moment to enjoy touching him while Gwyn watched, and Bianca realized seeing them together was a torture for him on its own.
“Go sit by Gwyn.”
Victor cast his eyes up, and for a second she glimpsed a flash of worry before he obeyed with a hushed, “yes, Mistress.”
She smiled keeping her face relaxed, but it stung a little that he didn’t trust her not to breach his limits.
He sat at Gwyn’s feet but kept a few hand-widths between them. She smiled. These were her men now, and they were both gorgeous creatures.
“Get the ribbon, Victor, and tie Gwyn’s hands behind him. Make it tight.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She pointed at Gwyn now. “Take off your underwear.” Which he did with no hesitation and tossed them away.
Victor grasped the ribbon she left on the floor, and Bianca smiled at the discomfort in Gwyn’s eyes. She marched up to him and gripped his chin hard. He stood over a foot taller, but he stared down at her with complete surrender.
“You are going to have to get used to this. He is part of this relationship now, and I see how he discomforts you. It’s written across your face like a book for me to read. Don’t think I won’t use that against you.”
He even held his breath. She didn’t know how she could have inspired so much fear in this powerful man, but it was a heady feeling to control something so feral.
Victor’s arm bumped her as he tightened the last knot and stepped away. She pushed Gwyn down so he sat on the floor, legs spread before him.
Then she straddled Gwyn, and as the length of his very large erection sat pressed between them, Bianca found herself at a loss.
He knew she felt it too because she caught a smarmy grin that she promptly smacked from his face. When he met her eyes again, his face had cleared of the ego he displayed before.
“Victor,” she purred. He skirted around them and filled the space between Gwyn’s legs behind her. She noticed he was careful not to touch the man. He wrapped his arms around her back to cup her breasts and pressed his lips against the curve of her neck. Gwen’s jaw tightened as he watched and something dark surged through Bianca. She could use these men against each other to control them. Each one vying for her attention and each longing to be the only one who received it. The images flashing through her mind in quick succession told her all the ways she might enjoy that, but recalling Victor’s gentle brown eyes held her back. Despite his strength, he couldn’t handle Gwyn even at his gentlest. Immortals often forget the limits of humans. Wasn’t that the part of why fairy tales ensnared them?
Victor picked up her hair and trailed kisses down her collarbone dragging her back from her thoughts. She slid forward on Gwyn’s erection, and he bucked his hips up in response.
She reached out and drew his mouth to her and kissed him. He fought against his bonds and every line in his body tightened against Victor’s restraint with the urge to touch her. She tasted him, truly, here in his element, and he tasted of a cool summer spring trickling from the mountain. She delved deeper, and a groan ripped through her as she entwined his tongue with hers. He tasted like home. When she pulled away, she was the breathless one.
She stared down at his eyes and worried for the first time that maybe he was meant to be more to her than a way to save the world. Maybe she was meant to be his wife. Victor drew her from that path as he trailed his hand down her belly to rub her clit. She exhaled against Gwyn’s lips as Victor circled that sensitive bud expertly. He knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it and Gwyn would see it in her eyes.
“He’s going to make me come,” she whispered, a few millimeters from his mouth. “He’s going to make me come while I sit here pressed against your cock. I will not ride you, you will not touch me; you will observe and learn how to touch me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
His voice held a deeper edge a darker register that sizzled through her. Even if she wanted to punish him for his raging ego, she wanted to ride him until her name echoed off the cliffs outside her window. She would give into that temptation, but not this second. Victor circled her again and she shifted so Gwyn’s length could rub along her wet flesh. The muscles in his thighs tightened, and his neck muscles went taut. He wanted her, and she deprived him. Something he wasn’t used to when it came to women.
And in that moment, she knew she had her tool. He enjoyed pain. It wasn’t a punishment for him. But this deprivation of something he desperately wanted was torture of the sweetest kind. Being forced to watch while another man pleased her was enough to drive him to distraction. This would be his punishment from now on. She wasn’t going to mind using it on him either.
Victor touched her faster, and she ached to slide on top of Gwyn’s cock, but that wasn’t the point of this exercise. She focused on the heat seeping from him and Victor’s expert fingers as they touched her.
“Tell me you want me, Gwyn,” she whispered, teetering on the edge of her orgasm.
“I want you, My Queen. More than I have wanted any other woman in my existence.”
She leaned down and kissed him as she came so he could taste her pleasure on his tongue. Victor removed his hand, and she slid along the length of Gwyn as she descended from the edge. She pulled away from his mouth, but what she caught in Gwyn’s eyes sent a ripple of fear through her for the first time. Every other fear-filled look had been laced with lust. This was naked fear bared open to her. She leaned back to survey him. His body pulled taut, and his hands tugged the bonds. She wondered what his power might do in this situation, and now she knew. If she continued, he would break, and her or Victor could truly be hurt. She kissed him gently before wiggling up.
The air weighed heavy with Gwyn’s power, and she didn’t doubt Victor could feel it too. It was as if Gwyn stood at the center of a storm, and if they didn’t dispel the clouds they would burst into a tornado, sucking them all in.
She swallowed the fear threatening to consume her and reached between them to lift his
cock so she could take him into her. She stared into his eyes while she carefully lowered herself onto him. She had to ratchet the storm up before she could release it.
“Get the collar off the sideboard,” she directed Victor. He ran over and brought it to her in seconds. She clasped it around Gwyn’s neck and tightened it almost to the point of cutting off his oxygen. His eyes went a little wild, but she could tell it worked in establishing a measure of control.
She shifted her hips and slid up and then back down. This wasn’t about her pleasure. It was only about his release and the dissolution of the power she allowed to build between them. She continued rocking, and his body jerked from his impending orgasm. Bianca grasped the end of the collar and pulled it tight, cutting his air supply. Gwyn shifted in her arms and his hot seed spilled inside her. Just as his last muscle spasm passed, she released the collar, allowing him to breathe again. He gasped for air and dropped his head against her shoulder. She cradled it there until he could speak. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, My Queen.”
“My apologies. I didn’t think about the consequences of the magic involved. Next time I will.”
“To be honest, I did not know it would build in such a way. I’ve never had a Dominant female with power.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, petting him as he relaxed slowly. Her skin hummed and buzzed enough she grew a little giddy with it. “I think I need a grounding.”
She reached out for Victor, who approached immediately, bending so she could feel him against her fingers. She pressed her face into his neck, all the while Gwyn sat still deep inside her. After a moment, it became too much and she shifted off Gwyn and collapsed in Victor’s arms. He negated the power coursing through her until she gained control of herself again.
“This is a dangerous game. We have to be careful about how this power builds and grows between all of us,” she said, pressed into Victor’s arms.
She trailed her hand down his stomach and then to his outer thigh and hip. As she touched him, she realized he was the only one who hadn’t finished this evening. She shifted to instigate it, but he stopped her. “Let’s leave it there, Mistress. We should all rest and see where we stand tomorrow.”
Seeing no trace of fear she nodded. Gwyn coughed surreptitiously and they glanced back. She realized she hadn’t untied him. Shifting away from Victor, she freed Gwyn’s bonds before helping him to his feet.
“I want you both to sleep with me tonight.”
Gwyn grabbed his underwear and slid them up his legs, and she couldn’t help but follow their passage with her gaze. Then she climbed into her bed and took a moment to revel in the soft cotton under her palms. Her sheets had to be at least a thousand thread count. “I could get used to this.”
Gwyn grinned as he approached from one side of her bed. She turned on her hip and he snuggled up to spoon her back. Victor climbed in the other side and lay so she could spoon him. The heat of them both began to warm her, and she took advantage to let her hands roam down Victor’s chest and abs. Gwyn was beautiful, Victor too, and neither could deny it.
“Do you consider Victor beautiful, Gwyn?”
He kissed her ear before biting her earlobe. “Yes, My Queen. He is stunning.”
Victor’s shoulders went tight and she swatted his butt. “Stop tensing up, my love. Just an observation.”
She laughed and kissed his neck, and then she snuggled in deeper between her men.
Her men.
Chapter Fourteen
GWYN WOKE TO A comforting heat cocooning him. He opened his eyes. Sometime in the night they had shifted, and rolled toward him. Her leg was thrown over his hip and her face lay against his chest. She had even drooled a little. He didn’t mind though. He feared even breathing so as to not disturb the scene. He glanced over her shoulder to spy Victor entwined with her legs, his head on her back. How they slept at all like that, he had no idea, but he liked the visual waking up. He was hard already, the morning attributing to that fact, and he worried again at waking her because she pressed into him. There were benefits to waking this way, but he doubted they both would acquiesce to his fantasies.
He observed her as she slept. Like this, and really anytime, she seemed so vulnerable. So very fragile compared to his court ladies or other somewhat deities he had contact with. He wasn’t sure she would survive the coming war, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt he might not survive her. If every night ended like the previous, he would be equal parts unstable and satiated. He’d never needed to ground his power in the thousands of years he’d walked the Earth, and the fact that she had to do it for him last night was a testament to both her ability as Domme and her power as Conquest. He glanced out the window. Fairy appeared whole and hearty from the untrained eye, but he perceived how she crumpled at the edges. Fewer and fewer people made sacrifices to him and his people, and fewer strayed to the border of their lands to repopulate. They were a dying culture and part of him wished he could let her die, but if Fairy fell so would he.
Victor stirred and Gwyn surveyed him too. The pair of them were devoted to each other completely, even having known one another a short time.
He touched a strand of her hair and slid his fingers over the ends. She jerked awake in his arms and then froze.
She cleared her throat and glanced between them. “Um, I have to get up.”
Both he and Victor let out a groan of protest.
She swatted at them in turn. “I have to go to work, guys. I may be Queen of Fairy, but I also have a business to run. And I’m pretty sure Victor has a legal practice that will be missing him.”
Victor shrugged noncommittally and began to palm her breasts.
“No,” she said and wiggled from between them to climb off the bed. “I have shit to do that does not involve lying in bed with you both all day.”
How could this woman want to do anything but lay in bed with them all day? He smiled at Victor, who blushed prettily and looked away. Too bad he didn’t like the company of men. There were a few choice things he would like to introduce him to. The whole threesome would be so much better if he could persuade Victor.
Gwyn sat up and stretched before hopping off the bed. He was stiff and sore, but never felt more ready to greet the day. He sidled over and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Bianca’s lips. She allowed it and then marched to her dresser to find clothes. “I’m going to go shower in what I hope isn’t some of sort nymph-filled spring before work. You two shoo.”
Chuckling to himself before heading toward the hallway, he responded. “We got rid of the nymphs in the eighties; they weren’t putting out.”
She rolled her eyes at him before closing the bathroom door.
Gwyn winked at Victor before exiting into the hall. He went to his own room, and upon entering came face to face with the empty breadth of it. He loved his simple clean lifestyle, but without the presence of another it had become barren for him to be there. He quickly grabbed his clothes and showered. He wanted to buy something sparkly for Bianca to wear to their next dinner, perhaps a garment she didn’t have to glamour her way into. Or maybe a little of both.
Later, as he headed toward the front door, he caught sight of Bianca and Victor standing in front of it.
Gwyn gestured between them. “Do either of you need a car somewhere? We can ride together and drop everyone off.”
“I prefer to ride the bus,” Bianca said before slipping out the door without a backward glance. Gwyn raised an eyebrow at Victor. “I have my own car service, but if you are offering a ride I’ll take it. Just to see what car you have down there.”
Gwyn smiled and opened the door to trail Victor out. A pristine red Ferrari greeted them at the curb, and Gwyn laughed at Victor’s open-mouth awe. “I picked her for you.”
Victor ran his hand up the hood before climbing in the passenger side. Gwyn walked around and unbuttoned his suit jacket before stepping into the vehicle.
As Victor petted the dashboard, Gwyn couldn
’t help but laugh some more. “Too bad she has to sit in the same traffic as everyone else.”
“What, you can’t magic your way out of traffic?”
“No, unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way.”
He pulled away from the curb and up to the light at the next intersection. “So how does this work?” Victor asked, still running his hand across the dashboard.
“The car?” Gwyn asked, glancing over at him as he waited for the light.
Victor waved his hand. “The magic.”
Gwyn didn’t understand the question. “How do you mean?”
“You told me I am part of this Wild Hunt now. What does that mean? And how does it work with me sharing power and stuff with you and Bianca?”
It clicked and he heard the question Victor wasn’t asking. “You want to know if you will still be yourself with all of this?”
He didn’t respond, but Gwyn had become good at understanding the questions underneath what people voiced.
“You are you. If the Wild Hunt is called forth, you will transform into a hound and hunt the subject of that chase. As for the other bit, I don’t know. I’ve never had a queen with such power, so I don’t know how it will work with all of us. This is something we will have to learn as we go.”
“But isn’t that dangerous?”
“Life is dangerous, Victor. You can be ripped apart by a passing truck in seconds for stepping onto the street. The point is to live on the fine edge and never stray too far toward the mundane or the parts that will kill you.”
“You sound like a damn bumper sticker.”
Gwyn smiled. He liked Victor, he really did, despite Bianca’s obvious preference. He was happy how the morning went and their first night together. She seemed to accept what they all were to each other and attempted to make an effort on ensuring everyone’s happiness even with the lack of choices. Now he regretted his hastiness. He should have courted her, gone to the club and used a little magic to make her choose him as her slave instead. It was a simple thing in retrospect, but now he had a triumvirate and that wasn’t something small to recon with.
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