Silas held her face tight and thrust deep as he emptied down her throat, and she swallowed every fucking drop.
When they pulled out, her body sagged between them, used, marked, and full.
But her heart was whole.
She lay boneless in their arms as they cleaned her up with gentle hands, Kenny wiping between her thighs, Silas smoothing a damp cloth over her cheeks, Boone bringing her water.
This wasn’t just fucking, this was home.
Worn out and exhausted, in the arms of her men, she was finally home.
Chapter 19
Silas cleaned her gently, slow and sure, each swipe of the cloth a quiet reminder she was treasured, not just used. Boone’s giant hands rubbed her sore muscles in long sweeps, not digging into them, but relaxing them. They murmured to her in low, soothing tones, the contrasting textures of their touches working her further into that floaty, post-use haze. She didn’t need words for what she was feeling, they already knew.
Boone straightened her in the bed, the silky microfiber sheets cool and soft against skin still buzzing. Silas curled around her from behind, hand covering a boob. Boone pressed in at her front, one massive hand holding an ass cheek, anchoring her with weight and heat and silent possession.
She slept.
And in the morning, she moved like clockwork. She used the bathroom, brushed her hair, washed her face, and walked through Kenny’s door at exactly 5:15 to start his shower. Serviced him with her mouth, drank every drop, washed him, and wrapped her wet hair in a towel when he dismissed her. Returning to her ritual felt like stepping back into her rightful place. She didn’t have to think, didn’t have to guess. The rhythm held her, anchored her.
She waited outside Boone’s door, hands behind her back, facing the wall, at peace in the silence, her body still amped up from her time with Kenny. Peace wasn’t silence, it wasknowingwhat came next. No decisions. No guesswork. Just obedience.
She stepped into Boone’s room when he opened the door and motioned her in, bent over the bed when he told her to, and then fought to accept his huge damned cock in a pussy that’d had too much time off. She whined when he denied her an orgasm and told her to be quiet, but even that was as it should be.
No words. Just motion and breath and the dull slap of flesh against flesh.
She didn’t think. Didn’t plan. Didn’t have to please or perform. She simplywas— a vessel, a fucktoy, a cherished possession. Flesh and bone made useful.
And then dismissed.
No egg or plug today, since she’d be the hawk most of the morning.
She started breakfast, Boone and Kenny arrived to help, and conversation was relaxed. Normal. She kissed them goodbye, went online for a little while until Silas awakened and she saw the new list. The dual speculums with the Jennings gag were now at the top of the list, along with six more horrible tortures to choose from. She chickened out and chose the second-least bad thing — belted to the front of her thighs for two minutes — and then went to knees and chest on his bed for him to fuck her ass. She didn’t bother complaining when he denied her an orgasm too.
And then finally, she walked out into the chill morning air, propped the door to the screened-in porch open, took the dress off, and shifted into her hawk, a rush of feathers covering flesh. She flew into the open air and then launched into the sky, soaring wide arcs above the trees, dipping low over the river and banking hard to climb up the ridge.
No one asked anything of her in this form. She flew for the sheer fucking joy of it, the freedom, the silence. She circled the back edge of the pack lands, spotted a fat rabbit and took it cleanly, gorged herself on tender bunny, then perched in a tall pine and fluffed herself.
She swapped to the high branches of a proud oak near the ceremonial meadow and just watched. So much activity. Deer, squirrels, a groundhog.
But she was full and wouldn’t kill for the sake of killing.
She heard Silas come home and flew to him, circled, and went back to her tree. When the next truck arrived, she flew to the house, into the screened porch, andchangedback to human. Her dress was still out there, so she slid it on over her head and went into the kitchen, pleased to see Silas was cooking burgers.
She always came back to human starving.
He saw her, opened the oven, and pulled fried cheese sticks and fried mushrooms out. “Had them warming for you. Ten minutes until the burgers and fried potatoes are ready.”
Dinner was excellent, withallthe fixins on her burgers — and she ate five instead of her usual three, plus a huge plate of potatoes Silas had cooked in lard.Yuummmm.
She fucked up at dinner. Kenny had even reminded her about the drinks when they sat down, but her mind was off somewhere else, so she didn’t notice Kenny and Silas’s drinks were empty, and Boone’s nearly was.
No one was mad, and Kenny pronounced her punishment in his usual calm voice. The words said as only a true Dom can manage. Or an alpha wolf, she supposed.
“Tomorrow, you’ll fill a snack-sized ziplock baggy full of dry rice and pack it with my lunch. When I’m finished using you, you’ll spread the rice on the floor and kneel facing the corner for thirty minutes, and then you’ll pick up every motherfuckinggrain and put it back into the bag. You’ll store the bag in my cabinet, beside the glass cleaner, for future corrections.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for caring enough to punish me.”
