Emotions tangled with the sensation — power in directing him, vulnerability in the surrender to it, love flickering at the edges like a promise. Spence was hers,theirs, and this was proof, his body a conduit for ecstasy between the three.
Her breathing grew ragged, hips bucking up to meet him. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, voice breaking, the world blurring at the edges until nothing existed but the friction and drag over thatspot, pressure mounting like a storm about to break. Her toes curled, muscles locking, and then it hit, shattering through her like lightning forking across a midnight sky.
Emmy’s orgasm detonated, waves crashing from her core outward, heat flooding her veins in pulsing surges that made her back arch off the bed, and a keening cry tore from her throat. It was out-of-this-world visceral, infinite pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, her inner walls spasming wildly around Spence’s cock, milking him in rhythmic clenches that stole her breath. Scents exploded in her awareness: her own arousal, spicy and wild, Spence hanging onto an orgasm he wasn’t allowed to have without permission, and Zander’s coolness cutting through it all. Sound blurred: her gasps, the wet slap of skin, chains rattling. Tactile overload hit, every nerve alight, thighs quivering, nipples tightened to aching points.
“Keep moving, boy,” Zander ordered, his voice a low growl, thrusting deeper into Spence to force the rhythm. Spence groaned but complied, rubbing over that spot through her climax, prolonging it, drawing out aftershocks that made her shudder and whimper, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity. The overstimulation blurred lines, pleasure twisting sharp again, her body a live wire stillsparking, connected to them both in this endless loop of give and take.
And then, finally, Zander took over and pounded Spence, “Don’t you dare come without permission, boy.”
Zander’s power thrusts moved the bed and rocked them all, with Spence sandwiched between, overwhelmed.
“Please, Sir!” Spence begged.
“It isn’t me you need to beg tonight. Emerald gets to decide whether she wishes to have your essence in her, on her, or kept inside you. She can deny it outright, if she wishes.”
Emmy opened her eyes and met Zander’s gaze. They hadn’t discussed this. She’d assumed Zander would keep this right-of-ownership, but she knew what to do, so gave him a tiny nod and met Spence’s gaze. “After your Sir has filled you and plugged you, I’ll consider allowing you to jack off on my stomach.”
Zander’s eyes flashed with dark approval at her nod, a predator’s gleam that sent fresh heat pooling low in her belly even as aftershocks still rippled through her. He moved faster, vampire strength unleashing in a blur of motion, pistoning into his boy with ruthless speed. The bed frame creaked in protest, and each thrust slammed Spence forward, burying him deeper into Emmy before yanking him back, the chain on his wrists rattling. Spence was a bridge between them, his cockhead grinding over that swollen spot inside her again and again until the aftershocks never truly ended, turning her overstimulation into a fresh wave of blisswith an edge of pain that made her gasp and clutch at Spence’s clamped nipples until he whined and yelped.
“Fuck, yes,” Zander growled, voice fraying at the edges, centuries of control slipping as he chased his peak. “Take it, boy. Milk me with that tight ass. Show Emerald how perfectly you submit.”
“Please,” Spence gasped, voice shredded. “Ma’am—Sir—please—”
Spence’s pleas dissolved into broken sobs, his hips bucking wildly between obedience and overload, the nipple clamps swinging with each brutal thrust. Emmy watched his face — eyes wild, mouth open on silent cries. Power surged through her, intoxicating, the emotional tether pulling tight: Spence giving everything while she and Zander held the reins.
Zander’s rhythm faltered, hips snapping erratic now, and he snarled while burying himself to the root. His hips snapped forward one final time, locking deep. Spence’s spine bowed, a strangled cry ripping free as his own cock jerked inside her, denied, trapped on the edge by nothing more than Zander’s will and her word. She pulsed around him, and his cock swelled thicker inside her, his orgasm hovering close while he hung onto it with everything he had.
Zander held there, grinding slow circles, milking the last drops into his boy. Then, with deliberate care, he eased out, slow enough that Spence whimpered at the drag.
She noted Zander reached for the same plug Spence had worn all day to prepare. “Hold still,” he ordered, voice roughwith satisfaction, working it in with slick efficiency. Spence whimpered as the bulb stretched him wide, and gave a little yelp when it seated inside him.
His scent screamed frustration now, sweet arousal laced with the bite of denial, andso muchneed.
“Please, ma’am,” Spence begged, turning pleading eyes to her, chains clinking as he strained. “Emmy—ma’am—let me come. I need … fuck, I need to mark you. Please.”
She cupped Spence’s cheek, thumb brushing sweat-damp skin. “Thirty seconds. Jack yourself off on my stomach. Miss the deadline, and you stay denied. Clock starts…”
She removed the cuff on his left hand and then looked at Zander, who had his phone in his hand. “Now.”
Spence’s hand flew to his cock and he pumped furiously, veins bulging under his grip. Emmy watched, transfixed, the sight of him frantic and beautiful, pushing her own arousal to a simmer. His breaths ragged, muscles rippling, nipple clamps glinting as he twisted for friction.
His scent spiked, sweet desperation flooding the air, wolf and man both begging.
“Twenty seconds,” Zander intoned, voice a velvet tease, leaning in to nip Spence’s ear.
Spence gave a broken sob and his strokes blurred, hips jerking, a low keen building in his throat. At fifteen, his balls drew tight; at ten, his scent exploded into a pure, desperate release. His whole body seized, back arching, thigh muscles cording. He aimed true, ropes of hot cum striping her stomach in thick pulses, splattering up to her breasts, thewarmth of it branding her skin. He milked every drop, shuddering, eyes locked on hers in grateful submission.
“Time,” Zander declared, but Spence had made it, and he gave a sob of relief.
Emmy’s laugh was breathy, triumphant. “Oh, how well trained you are.” She released his other wrist. “Now clean your mess. Lick every bit off me.”
Spence dove in eagerly, tongue lapping warm trails over her skin, gathering his essence with reverent swirls that sent shivers racing through her. The intimacy of his submission, his service, his obedience — wrapped around her heart like a vow. She eased the clamps off gently, and then Zander cruelly rubbed the blood back into them while Spence licked and cleaned.
When her stomach gleamed clean, Spence nuzzled into her side, spent and pliant, his breath warm against her ribs, contentment rolling off him in waves. Zander moved him a few feet away, settling the blanket around Spence’s body with a tenderness that belied the raw power he’d just unleashed.
He pressed a lingering kiss to his boy’s forehead and then turned to Emmy, blue eyes blazing with that ancient hunger. He settled between her legs again, his gaze locked on hers, the air between them crackling with unspoken challenge.Mine, his look said, possessive and proud.
But Emmy wasn’t prepared to submit. She wasn’t done claiming. Tonight was about balance, about taking as much as giving. She surged up, pressed her handsto his chest, cool marble under the heat of her palms. She pushed sideways, catching him by surprise, and straddled him in one fluid motion, thighs clamping his hips. Zander’s brows arched in surprise, a flash of delight sparking in his eyes before he settled.
