Emmy sank down slowly at first, savoring the stretch, the way he filled her completely, cool shaft contrasting the feverish heat of her core. A low, visceral moan escaped her as she seated herself to the hilt, inner walls clenching around him in greedy pulses.
Emmy rode him hard, hips snapping in a frantic rhythm that built like a gathering storm, the slap of skin echoing sharp in the room, her breasts bouncing with each descent. Power thrummed through her veins, heady and electric: this was her claiminghimnow, dragon topping ancient vampire, the emotional stakes twisting tighter with every roll of her hips. Love warred with dominance — vulnerability in exposing her need, triumph in seeing Zander’s control fray at the edges. His eyes darkened, cool hands gripped her hips, bruising without breaking, urging her on.
And then she was on her back, looking up, Zander’s growl vibrating through her core, his weight pinning her to the mattress.
The shift was seamless, Zander reclaiming the reins, but his gaze held hers, the power struggle a dance they both craved. “My turn,” he rasped, voice frayed with want, and then he pounded into her fast and hard, finesse woven through the brutality, each thrust angled to drag over thatdevastating spot inside her, cool cock heating from her body’s fire.
Zander proved he was no passive conquest, but it wasperfect, and Emmy shattered all over again, the orgasm ripping through her like wildfire. Waves of heat crashed through her and she clenched around him in violent spasms that milked his length, her cry echoing off the walls.
Pleasure bordered on overload as she squeezed his biceps, holding him in place while he pounded her. He followed her over seconds later, burying deep with a snarl, cool seed flooding her in pulsing jets that prolonged the bliss, binding them in this final, visceral claim.
He collapsed over her, and Emmy wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.
The power settled into equilibrium, struggle resolved in mutual surrender. Spence stirred beside them, and Zander reached out, tugging him into the tangle of limbs.
Eventually, Zander rose, cleaned her with a damp cloth, and made them both drink an electrolyte mixture, but Emmy didn’t argue because her body needed the liquid and the calories. And then the three lay together, tangled and sated, the bond between them no longer a promise but a claim. They cradled Spence between them, both of them holding him, touching each other as well as their boy. Magic hadn’t been spoken, no ritual performed, yet she felt bound to them in ways that transcended contracts and oaths.
And those were her last thoughts before sleep took her.
Chapter 9
Spence woke to warmth.
Emmy’s body curved against his side, one leg thrown over his hip, her breath slow and even against his shoulder. The room was dim, no sunlight to mark the hour, just the soft glow of a single lamp Zander must have turned on in the outer room before he left.
These months without sun were always tough. Zander was always awake, and that part was nice, always having his presence in the back of his mind. But still, going so long without the sun was harder than anyone who’d never experienced it could possibly understand. People are tortured and broken by being kept in a hole away from the sun, after all.
The Silo had full-spectrum bulbs fourteen hours a day, and dimmer light the other ten. It probably helped, but not enough.
He shifted slightly, testing his body, and winced. Good pain, the kind that sang through muscles and reminded him exactly what had happened. His ass throbbed around the plug still nestled inside him, five pounds of steel keeping Zander’s essence locked deep. The weight of it pressed against his prostate with every tiny movement, a constant reminder of being filled and owned all the way to his soul.
His wrists held the ghost of the pressure from the cuffs. His nipples were tender, hypersensitive. He breathed in, wishing he had belt marks, or perhaps cane stripes, but content with what he had.
Emmy stirred against him, mumbling something incoherent, and Spence’s chest tightened with emotion.
She’d been magnificent. Everything he’d dreamed of and hoped for — and more.
The way she’d commanded him and hurt him. Held him.Lookedat him.
No, not just looked at him.
She’d seen him.
And then afterward, when Zander had taken Emmy and they’d all tangled together, Spence had felt something shift. Not just physically, but deeper.
He wanted it to be permanent. Wanted to wake up every morning between them, wanted to serve them both,wanted—
The outer door opened, and Spence smelled food. He heard something being put down, and then Zander was in the doorway wearing a sweater and canvas pants. Dressy and casual, rocking the billionaire outdoorsman look like no one else. It’d taken Spence some time to get used to his always-in-a-suit Sir looking casual, but it suited him.
Mostly because it was camouflage for the always-strategic brain.
“Good morning, Dearest. I felt you wake.”
“Morning, Sir,” Spence murmured, careful not to wake Emmy yet.
“I brought food. You’re both going to need it.”
Spence breathed deeply and picked up bacon, sausage, eggs, and honey. Something yeasty as well, probably biscuits.
