Meanwhile, Garrett and the Tucson pack are valuable allies outside of any agreement they hold with Lucius. The real estate deal is done, and I trust them far more than I do nearly all of the vampires.
Including Lucius.
Although Chaldis and Corbin are becoming close friends. The couple will move to Tucson before next winter. When my new resort opens, Chaldis and Corbin will run the restaurant. I’ve already connected him with an expert on running a restaurant to help him manage it. The two men will be able to get a start on their new life together, Corbin will more easily be able to visit his family, and Eilidh will be able to see her friends. She’s looking forward to helping the men with their restaurant.
I think she’s found the thing she wants to do.
Part of me is hoping we can coax Zuzu to our world permanently and get him involved with the restaurant, too. According to Eilidh and Parxon, he is a remarkable cook.
Anyway, I couldn’t be happier, because she is happy.
We still don’t know if we’ll be able to have children. If Eilidh “marking” me also changed my body in those ways, or if my dream and Amber’s vision were correct. I haven’t told Eilidh about the dream I had that day at Parxon’s house, about the baby.
I don’t want to get my hopes up.
I guess we’ll see. I’d long ago shed the melancholy thoughts about additional children, much as I learned to stop mourning the sun.
But now?
The world is alive and surrounds me and my senses with unspoken potential in a way I never dreamt possible. That means I’ll wait before I take any actions. If she does get pregnant, we’ll say we went through a fertility clinic. That is not unheard of among couples in our situation involving a vampire and a human. If I feel we are at risk, I’ll simply move us to Scotland, to my estate. Anywhere away from other vampires who might ask too many questions.
For now, I will enjoy my love and our life together.
Meanwhile…we’ll build.
* * *
Eilidh
Once the sun’s down, we close the sliders and the blinds and take a shower together. I’m tempted to tackle Dexter now, but he has his heart set on going to Club Toxic tonight and scening there with me.
To put on a show.
To publicly stake his claim on me in front of all the vampires, and to make sure we throw off any and all suspicions about him and me, both.
“I thought you weren’t sure you could ever scene with me in public?” I tease.
He pins me to the shower wall by my throat and my pulse spikes even as a flood of moisture pools between my thighs.
His other hand slides in there, two fingers easily gliding inside me while he leans in close. “What was that, love?”
I’m too horny, too eager for him, my body craving him and his domination over me. “You heard me, Sir.”
Oooh, there’s the evil smile. That’s what I wanted.
He hooks his fingers perfectly inside me, thumb on my clit and slowly massaging exactly where he knows I need it. “Tonight, I’m cuffing your hands to a cross and letting you feel my singletail all over your back. I’m going to lick every welt I leave and not let you come. Then, I’m going to fuck you and make you beg for me to bite you and make you come.” He licks my cheek. “Everyone’s going to see the needy, horny girl willingly asking for my marks.”
Yes, please!
His hand withdraws from between my legs, and I’m already whimpering and pleading for more, making him chuckle. “Not right now. You can’t come until we’re at the club.”
I feel like pouting. I guess I actually give him pouty lip, because next thing I know, I’ve been spun around and his bare hand is spanking my ass, every impact pressing me against the shower wall and firing my need.
Dammit! When’d I become a masochist?
Apparently, he turned me into a slutty masochist.
Well, slutty only for him, obvs.
I totally understand sweetbloods now, why some of them are addicted to the process. I guess I am, too.
Only for this particular vamp.
Anyone else tried it, I’d rip their dick off and feed it to them before I stabbed them with a pencil.
I guess it also makes sense now why I never wanted to be with another vampire besides Dexter—because I’m basically an Alpha, too. It took someone like Dexter, a very old, strong vampire with more than enough of his own Alpha in him, to break through my natural defenses. Someone not only strong enough, but someone comfortable enough in his own skin, without something to prove, someone worthy.
I miss Zuzu and hope he can find someone like that for him. I told him we could help him adopt a houseful of children needing his huge heart full of love.
I know Dad and Dexter are right that I have to let Zuzu live his life, but I feel like I already lived one, and now I want him back in it.
After our shower, Dexter dresses me the way he wants me dressed—a tight, short black dress with spaghetti straps. No panties, no bra. The Jimmy Choos.
A leather collar he buckles around my neck. A collar that is huge and leaves absolutely no doubt it’s a collar.
Show-off.
The ring, for tonight, is locked in the safe here in the apartment. That way there’s no risk of losing it. I’ve mastered the signaling and homing abilities with it and can even cross with it during full moon.
Knowing I can do that helped ease my separation anxiety with Dad and Zuzu. Dexter bought them a home close to the stones, and that’s a base of operations, for now.
Dexter’s hand sharply connects with my ass. “Mind on me tonight, girl,” he says. You belong totally to me, and everyone’s going to see that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’m not about to press my luck there. Last time I tried to, he introduced me to tease and denial.
Anyone says that’s not torture is a damned dirty liar.
Dexter wears jeans, a black button-up shirt, a midnight blue vest I love, the black boots, and the belt.
Ahhh, the belt. Next to his hand, that’s been used on my ass almost as frequently.
I loooove it.
We head out to Club Toxic in my new Audi SUV. I wouldn’t let him get rid of my 4Runner, and it’s parked in one of our spots in the parking garage. I don’t know where we’re going to build or buy our Tucson house yet.
I don’t care. Dexter now owns this building, and we’ll be safe here.
It’s Saturday, and the line is down the block. But when we roll up, Theophilus is at the door. He smiles as he pulls the velvet rope back for us. “Look at you, Blondie. Good evening, Dexter.”
“Good evening, Theophilus,” Dexter says, shouldering the strap of the duffel bag over his shoulder. “She is ravishing, isn’t she?”
“Yes, sir. I take it the collar means she is your private property?”
“You take it right, and I will take the hand off anyone who tries to lay their hand on her.”
“Yes, sir. I do not blame you there.”
We head down to the dungeon, where Lucius immediately descends from his throne—jesusfuck that pretentious dude, anyway—to greet us.
“There’s the runaway. Looking ravishing, my dear.”
“Thank you, Mr. F.”
“Ah! You are his now. I insist.”
I glance up at Dexter, who finally nods.
“Thank you, Lucius,” I say.
His smile beams. “Now was that so difficult? May I?” He motions to my hand, and Dexter nods again.
I feel a trill of panic until I realize Lucius is just kissing my hand. “Lucky bastard,” he says to Dexter, shaking with him. Lucius motions to the dungeon. “Anywhere is yours, nephew.”
Of course, Dexter points to a St. Andrew’s cross that’s practically in the center of the room and right where Lucius can easily watch from his perch.
There are several sweetbloods and household humans down here, and several vampires. They all watch as Dexter takes my hand and leads me to the cross.
I was hoping
for a little warm-up, a toe in the water, but we’re doing this.
Sure, I could safeword. He reminded me of that just before we arrived.
Except…I don’t want to.
I want this, and I want Dexter.
We don’t know if what I’ve done to him can wear off, so we’ve developed a ritual. I mark him, and he feeds off me, which makes us both come, and then we both collapse in a gooey, sticky heap, and happily sleep for hours.
I did ask if I could take my shoes off when we scene, though. I don’t want to break a fricking ankle.
Or a heel.
He moves an implement stand over and quickly takes items from his duffel bag and hangs them on it—crops, canes, floggers, a singletail whip, and a variety of other implements.
They’ve all tasted my flesh, except for the singletail.
He’s been saving that for tonight.
He also removes a set of leather cuffs and quickly buckles them on my wrists and ankles.
Then he smiles and kisses me, dipping his knees and catching the hem of my dress with his fingers, easing it up and over my head, leaving me standing there naked.
I keep my focus on him, on his blue eyes. I also asked for no blindfold. If something happens, I want to see what’s going on. He also agreed to use panic snaps on the wrist cuffs, so if I needed to free myself, I could. My ankle cuffs will remain unattached.
I mean, I trust Lucius and the club staff, but it is a Saturday night. Shit can happen quickly.
He hooks the panic snaps to my wrist cuffs, turns me face-forward against the cross, and hooks them to the chains on the cross. The smooth lacquered wood and vinyl padding feels cool against my naked flesh as he turns back to his bag.
Dexter steps behind me, the length of his body pressed along mine. “And for your peace of mind, love.” He presses the fingers of both my hands around items, and when I look, I realize they’re two sharpened pencils.
Yeah, I fricking snort, okay? I’m…
Well, I can’t say I’m only human, can I? Not anymore.
His fingers slip between my legs, where I’m wet for him still. I moan as he teases me, pressing two fingers deep inside me, and he nips my earlobe. “Is this where I make a joke about it being bigger on the inside?”
I laugh so hard my knees nearly give out. “Asshole.”
Never should have got him started on Doctor Who. He’s still salty that I didn’t warn him they fridged Ianto in Torchwood.
Got one hell of a spanking when that episode made him cry.
But everyone was a winner, because I got spanked, and then fucked. Only losers that night were Ianto and Captain Jack.
He smacks my ass, hard, with his other hand. “What was that, love?”
“Master Asshole.”
And then we’re laughing, when I’m not yelping, as he fingers and spanks me and uses nearly every toy he brought on me.
Because we laugh.
A lot.
All the fricking time.
I don’t even know how long we’ve been there because time sort of dissolves when he gets me in the zone.
Yeah, yeah, I get it now. No more looking down my nose at the slutty little club Dobbys. I get it.
He moves in close. At some point, he lost the vest and unbuttoned his shirt because I feel his bare chest pressing against my back. “Almost done, girl.”
The singletail cuts a stripe of fire across the back of my right shoulder, and now funtime’s over. I let out a shriek before I clamp down on it. I’m certain every eye in the place is probably on us now, but I’m keeping my eyes closed.
I just want it to be us.
Me and my Master.
The second hit is to the back of my left shoulder, another deep one that I’m certain drew blood.
He leans in and licks the first one, then the second, slowly, every touch of his tongue making my lady bits clench and ache to be filled.
I hear him smack his lips as he sucks the popper on the end of the whip, too, kinky bastard.
Another two flicks, to my already tenderized ass this time, and yeah, those hurt like a motherfucker.
Except he licks the pain and blood away, and I know what he’s doing.
He doesn’t want me to have open wounds that will attract too much attention and make him have to wave in a DM to back off another vamp.
Because what he’s doing is biting the inside of his cheek, so he’s licking his own blood across my flesh and healing the marks.
He pauses to finger me, and I’m just on the verge of coming before he pulls his hand away and lays two more whip strokes against my flesh. When I think I can’t take any more denial, I start begging.
“Please make me come, Master!”
“Hmm. Someone sounds very needy.”
“I am!”
He chuckles in my ear. “What will you give me?”
“Everything!”
“Forever?”
“Yes, forever. Please! Master, I need you forever!”
He uncurls the fingers of my left hand from around the pencil—How the hell did I manage not to drop that?—and I feel something small and cool slide over my ring finger.
My eyes pop open, and I’m staring at a huge amethyst and diamond ring. “Forever, girl.”
He tips my head back and kisses me. That’s distracting me, so I don’t realize he’s unfastened his jeans and pulled them down until his cock’s already sliding inside me.
And then his teeth sink into the top of my left shoulder.
Fuuuuuck! I come unglued, and it’s a damned good thing he has me hooked to the cross because I want to turn around and mark him.
Oooh, that’s why he kept his shirt on—to hide the mating marks.
That’s literally the last coherent thought I have before the world unhinges around me, and the hardest orgasms I’ve ever had in my life go off like a nuclear chain reaction and pull one from him, too.
And then he’s licking my shoulder, his arm around me and holding me up as he unfastens my cuffs and cradles me against him. A fleece blanket appears from somewhere, and he wraps me up in it, and we go cuddle on a couch.
I’m still holding the pencil in my right hand. I finally tuck it behind his left ear and close my eyes as I rest my head on his shoulder.
This amuses him greatly, because he chuckles. “Love you, Eilidh,” he whispers.
Life is perfect. “Love you, too, Master Fangster.”
He snorts. “Brat.”
“Your brat.”
He sighs. “Thank goodness.”
* * *
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