by Joey W. Hill
Maybe Gideon was the glue that made things work for all three of them, and the only thing standing in the way of it being Super-Glue, not Elmer’s, was his refusal to embrace that, what it meant.
He’d do anything for Anwyn, but that wasn’t the end of it. Standing separately in his mind was how he felt about Daegan. He’d die for the guy, fight to the last drop of blood for him. He’d wanted to tear apart the young vamps who’d gotten the jump on him tonight. He needed to go fight them now, rather than fight the way this felt, unfolding inside him.
“Gideon.” Daegan’s touch softened, stroked his hair. “Easy, vampire hunter. You’re shaking. It’s all right.”
Gideon shook his head. In the darkness, there was nothing but truth. I love you. I love you as much as I love her, damn it. I don’t want to fight that shit anymore. I want you to have everything.
Stillness. Utter weighted stillness. Daegan’s fingers shifted, curved around his throat, brought him up so his ass rested on his heels. The vampire was suddenly on the bed right in front of him, those eyes containing some crimson flame, because Gideon could see their flicker.
“Say it to me, Gideon.” Daegan’s voice had a rough quality. Gideon could make out a strain to his handsome features, an intensity that made him want to touch Daegan’s firm mouth, much as he touched Anwyn’s face when he knew she needed him. So he did. Reached out to touch. He wasn’t at all surprised when Daegan caught his wrist and stopped him. It broke Gideon’s heart open even more, because of what it said to him.
“I’m going to touch you. Only way you’re stopping me is if you break my arm.”
Daegan’s jaw flexed, and then his hold loosened enough that Gideon brought his knuckles to the male’s face and slid his fingers into his hair to tighten, tug. Daegan had opened the silk shirt, and so Gideon let his fingers slide down his sternum, aware of the thud beneath the firm flesh. Daegan curled back a lip, showing a sharp fang, but his eyes kept their intense lock on Gideon’s face.
“Say it to me,” the vampire repeated. “Can you?”
“Yeah. Not sure if I can say it more than once, though.” But that was a lie. His heart had been saying it for awhile now, with every other thump, the in-between beats for Anwyn. “I love you. Master. I mean it. And everything that means to me.”
Daegan nodded. “I want you take your hands off me now, Gideon. Lock them behind your back, lift your chin. Show me your devotion by obeying. For once.”
That made Gideon grin, no help for it, but the wry twist to Daegan’s lips said he’d intended that response and was giving him a chance to ease up. He knew how hard the emotional could be for Gideon. But Gideon didn’t feel overtaxed by it right now. It felt…peaceful. Right. And overwhelming.
He swayed, but Daegan’s arm slid under his, palm flat on the center of Gideon’s back, steadying him, bringing him close to Daegan’s chest. The vampire pushed Gideon’s face down into his shoulder before he leaned over him, punctured his throat from the back, sinking the fangs in deep as they could go as he held a tight grip on his nape, an excruciating physical and emotional demand. Gideon was held fast, curved over in that submissive posture to his Master.
His fingers locked together, biceps flexing with the effort of resistance. He wanted to touch him. Needed. Fuck…Master. Let me touch you.
Instead, Daegan moved off the bed, shrugged out of the shirt, opened the slacks. In a tantalizing moment, he was completely naked, showing a damn impressive erection, already tipped with fluid that Gideon’s enhanced sense of smell detected and inhaled like a cocaine fix. For all that he was pale, the guy had a body meant for fucking. Daegan got back on the bed, his gaze on Gideon’s.
Eyes down, servant. And keep your hands behind your back.
Gideon fought the overwhelming urge to disobey, to simply tackle him. His muscles were quivering with the strain of self-deprivation. When Daegan moved against his body, his heavy, aroused cock dragged across Gideon’s thigh, making the long groin muscle twitch. He had to resist the overwhelming desire to push against Daegan, insist, demand, hell, beg. Especially when Daegan reached behind him, teasingly close to Gideon’s tangled fingers, and gripped his ass, a tight hold as he nudged Gideon’s jaw to the side and sank his fangs in at another spot. It made Gideon curse and draw in an aroused breath at once.
But then he got the keys to Heaven. Daegan’s touch moved over Gideon’s clasped hands, loosened the fingers, a tacit approval for him to do as he desired. He didn’t need a second invitation. His fingers bit into Daegan’s ass as the male suckled his throat. He felt Daegan’s cock brush his belly again, the damp tip marking him. Gideon ran his hands up the male’s back, over the architecture of powerful muscle, lean, perfect, invincible. And all his, in a way that few understood, particularly when it was him who was the servant, taking the orders. That didn’t matter. He knew what he knew.
Sliding his fingers back into Daegan’s hair, Gideon clutched as the male pulled blood from his throat. His chest pressed against Daegan’s, and the slide of a nipple across his own was enough to send fire jolting down into his balls. He pressed into that cock aggressively now. He wasn’t some girl, willing to wait. He wanted to be fucked, wanted his Master to take him down, take him hard. But he also didn’t want to give up this contact.
You will have the chance again. If you deserve it. Back down on knees and elbows, vampire hunter. I want to take what’s mine. Don’t make me force you. I command you to do all this willingly, surrender the same as you started.
Gideon managed it, though he knew Daegan understood just how difficult it was to give up the contact, as well as resist the need to fight. Somehow he swallowed it down. It was worth it. When Daegan’s body slid over his, covering him, his arm braced along the outside of Gideon’s, he felt something powerful and overwhelming move inside his heart. Putting his forehead against the powerful biceps, Gideon closed his eyes. He bit into the male’s flesh, hard, as Daegan slid his lubricated cock into Gideon’s ass, coming in, and in, and in, until he was fully seated, ever the demanding Master. His Master.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Hold me tight, Gideon. I want to feel you come all the way to your soul.” Daegan began to thrust, and he knew just how to do it. Strong and relentless, hitting the right spot inside, so it was an insistent squeeze, stroke and push all together, making Gideon’s world spiral out of control within five strokes.
“You beg when you want to come. I want to hear it.”
“Fuck…” Gideon muttered it, and Daegan caught his hair, giving him that delicious edge of pain in amid the crazed pleasure.
“All mine, vampire hunter. Your fine, fine ass is mine. Say it.”
“Yours. Fuck, all yours. Please…”
He never thought he’d beg. Never thought he’d love one vampire, let alone two, with this all-consuming fire and need. But with them, his soul was split wide open, every dark fear and wish exposed, and the scariest part was, he trusted them with all of it. Anwyn and Daegan. Together or apart, they both owned him. He’d serve them with everything he was, whether they needed him to be a wiseass, give them his challenge and resistance, or this, proof that all of it meant the same thing. He loved them. And nothing would ever change that.
“Keep begging.”
“Please…” He was grunting with every thrust. Jesus, the guy could use that cock, and his strength, to take someone right to the edge of agony and ecstasy at once. Daegan’s balls slapped against his, and then Daegan took his elbows out from under him. With his arm banded across Gideon’s chest, he pressed him down in the quilts, his pelvis tucked in flush to Gideon’s, working him hard against the mattress, pummeling him. He was trapped, overwhelmed by the vamp’s strength, and knew Daegan was making it clear he was completely overwhelmed, submitting to him utterly, no fight. Gideon thrashed beneath him, but the climax was taking him. He humped up against Daegan’s thrust, trying to reach that point, knowing he couldn’t until Daegan said so, but he wanted Daegan to feel the clutch of his muscles, the flex of hi
s ass, and make him come along for the ride as well. That was half of it, right? He might surrender, but he was never going to be docile.
“Never in this universe. Thank God. Come for me, Gideon. Come now.”
“You, too…come too.”
They came together, a hot release of seed, male groans of satisfaction. Slick bodies moving against one another, hard muscle giving way, then arching and flexing once more. In that last moment, Daegan’s hand found Gideon’s, and he was staring at their interlaced fingers, the way they clutched and held on, then convulsed as the male vampire’s body bucked and moved with ripples of sheer power against every inch of his. He could break Gideon’s fingers, but he didn’t. He protected, even as he gave him everything.
When the world slowed, Gideon felt overcome, conquered. Willingly conquered, at least for this moment.
Daegan’s lips curved against the back of Gideon’s shoulder. “I always expect that caveat, vampire hunter. But there are some lines you can’t back away from, not once you’ve stepped across them.”
“I don’t want to.” Gideon was flat on the covers, trapped beneath the vampire, and okay with that, particularly when Daegan nuzzled his throat, gave him a nip and worked his hips against his ass, setting off some low level tremors. “What the hell are you doing?” His words were slurred.
“Enjoying my slave. I plan to fuck his ass several more times before his Mistress returns. I want her to see I used him well, made him sore.” Daegan slid his arm under his waist and brought him back to the all fours position, pushing him gently to his elbows. “We’re going to take care of those five strikes, then I’m going to fuck you all over again, vampire hunter. I want you exhausted by dawn, so I know you won’t leave this bed while I sleep.”
“Only when I…go fetch your newspaper and…slippers.” Gideon struggled to hold the position Daegan had ordered. His cock was throbbing in response to that threat, Holy Mother. He guessed before this was all done, he’d have a better idea how much stamina that third mark actually gave a servant. But no matter what, he had a feeling he wouldn’t outlast Daegan. And that just didn’t sit right. He’d figure out how to keep pace with him. Or make the vampire give out first.
He heard Daegan’s soft chuckle, then the vampire had left him. Gideon stayed on his elbows, forehead on the covers, and knew his mind was drifting in that place Ella talked about. He was in the state where it didn’t matter what his Master or Mistress wanted; he would provide it, be it, do whatever they wished. If Daegan wanted to shove rebar through his chest right now, Gideon wouldn’t stop him.
“But I would stop anyone who thought they could do such a thing.” A paddle teased his buttock, the curve of testicles. His Master had decided to change out his weapon of choice, though Gideon knew the paddle could be just as excruciating. “Your Mistress is on her way home, Gideon. She just told me.”
Pleasure spiraled up in his chest, his lower belly, and he knew Daegan felt it as well. They instantly wanted her here right now. With the sex still ripe and sharp in the room, the idea of plunging her in the middle of it, seeing how she’d twist and sculpt it for her own pleasure, filled the brain waves between them in a heartbeat.
“Soon. She’ll be here soon. She has a special gift for you,” Daegan added. “A surprise. I just made a call upstairs to be sure the preparations are in place for it. And no, I won’t tell you what the surprise is.”
“What am I? Eight?”
“Only in maturity.” Gideon yelped as Daegan spun the paddle, gave him an unexpected smack with it. “Count them off, Gideon. Last five. At least until you need discipline again.”
“Asshole. Maybe you ought to add a few in, start a credit for me.”
“That’s Master Asshole, and you shouldn’t tempt fate, Gideon.”
Part Nine
Round Nine
Daegan was as good as his word. He gave Gideon ten, left his ass on fire, then tied him down spread eagle to his bed. He put his mouth on Gideon’s cock until he was hard and aching, his ass abraded from clenching against the covers. When he was nearly spurting, Daegan released his legs, but only to hook the ropes under his knees and pull them up to the level of his chest so he was spread like a woman, an incredibly unsettling experience.
“What the—don’t—”
“You don’t get the luxury of refusing your Master, Gideon.” Daegan stood over him on his knees, put his cock up Gideon’s ass while staring down at him. Gideon clenched his jaw, his body shuddering, trembling as Daegan slid deep, withdrew, slid deep again, all while facing him, looking down at him, tied and helpless. “You’ll come this way, upon my command.”
And he did, but it fucked up his mind enough that when Daegan released him, he sprang, tried to wrestle him down. The vampire met him strength to strength, hand to hand, and then pretty much smothered him in the bedclothes as he fucked his ass once more.
But that was okay. It was all okay.
Especially when he woke a couple hours—Gideon couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so deeply—and realized Anwyn was home. He could feel her.
She wasn’t in their apartment, but she was upstairs, in the club. He felt the caressing touch of her mind, the sense that she’d be coming to him soon and he needed to wait on her. It wasn’t fair, because Daegan was with her, but since he wasn’t yet sure he had any feeling in his limbs, and he probably needed to take a shower and make himself a little more presentable once he could crawl to the bathroom, that would be all right. It was all good.
A glass of ice water, so cold the condensation dripped on his forearm, appeared in front of him, held by a familiar hand.
“Rough night?”
As much as he wanted to see Anwyn, it was a pleasant surprise, though a bit weird, to have his brother sitting on the edge of the bed, giving him an amused, understanding look. His tone was dry, the voice of experience, and Gideon couldn’t deny it, not with the tangled sheets, his obvious dehydration and nakedness, and the room smelling of sweaty male fucking.
“Yeah.” Gideon cleared his throat and sat up to take the water. “But okay.”
“Hmm. They’re good at that. Taking us way beyond our threshold, but making us okay with it, every fucking time. Even when our heads stay a bit screwed up about it.”
“Yeah.” He was aching and sore in all the right ways, so redundant and monosyllabic were the best he could do.
“Daegan said she’d be down pretty soon. He went up about a half hour ago.”
“Where’s Lyssa?”
“She went to take the tour. Probably picking out a room we can use for a few hours.” Jacob’s lips tugged in a wry smile. “So I’m not going to be too smug. God only knows what will meet her fancy here. You know, it was a little strange, talking to Daegan, knowing he’d basically wrung you out like a dishcloth during the time we were gone. He looked pretty damn satisfied, though.”
Gideon grunted. Fortunately, his brother was used to that. His brother was used to all of this, too, and there was a comfort to that, to not needing to say anything else about it. Hell, he’d come quite a ways. At one time, he’d believed his brother would be better off dead than bound to a vampire mistress.
Hope you don’t feel that way about your binding to me.
And there Anwyn was, leaning in the doorway. All sexy and perfect in jeans, heels and a tight T-shirt with sparkly things on it that etched out a red heart with a silver dagger thrust through it. Since she’d essentially been out on the town having a fun girls’ night, she was carrying that appealing aura of the unattainable and available at once, which just roused the hunter in him more.
Her sensuous lips curving, she sauntered into the room, the jut of her breasts and casual sway of her hips enough to draw both males’ gazes. Jacob’s eyes flickered with renewed amusement.
“Can you give us a moment, Jacob?” she asked.
“I think you’ll need more than a moment, but sure.” He rose.
Gideon glanced at him, feeling a twinge of guilt at how much
he wanted his little brother to scram so he could have Anwyn to himself.
“You heading out before I even get a chance to catch up on what’s happening with my nephew?”
“We’ll have time later. Your Mistress’s company takes precedence over mine.”
“Damn straight. She’s a lot prettier.”
“No argument there. So is my lady. She’s found what she wants and is calling.” Jacob gave him a friendly shove that set everything to aching again, but Gideon managed to cover it with a stoic grimace. When he was even with Anwyn, Jacob paused to give her a nod, a slight bow. “Remember,” he said quietly, a trace of seriousness in his gaze, “You never ask a servant to leave the room. You tell him.”
“I know. But I’m not so much a vampire yet that I’ll be high-handed with family.” She pressed his arm with fondness, then let him go. After he left, Anwyn turned her gaze back to Gideon, studying him from head to toe, the naked body sprawled and barely covered by the sheet, the mussed hair. He knew she’d scent the semen that had dried on his chest and abdomen after Daegan brought him to climax on his back like that, as well as what had dried on his balls and in the folds of his cock. She’d smell Daegan’s seed as well, because he’d been as good as his word, pulling out one time to come over Gideon’s ass, a primitive marking.
“You object to being fucked like a woman, Gideon? Like me?”
He lifted a shoulder. “Didn’t really mean it like that.”
“Sure you did.” When she took another step toward him, she was close enough to run a nail along his shoulder and tip up his chin. As she let the sharp edge drift over his jugular, she held his gaze with those blue-green ocean-colored eyes. “But you liked it when he did it. You came harder when he did that to you than any of the other times.”
Bending down, she brought her mouth so near to his he could feel the sweet whisper of her breath. He gripped the sheet, but knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep from touching her another second, no matter the consequences.