Emotion surged in his chest, and he soaked it all in — her grip on his hair, vulnerability in her open thighs, power in how she enjoyed what he gave.
Zander didn’t pause, thrusting harder now, the slap of cool skin on Spence’s ass echoing lewd and perfect. “Again,” he ordered, voice a growl, and Spence obeyed, fingers pumping through her aftershocks, tongue lashing her clit until she came a second time — longer, deeper, her back arching off the bed, a keening wail that made Spence’s heart swell with pride and need.
He could feel the two of them looking at each other over him, could feel their shared hunger, the bridge of Spence’s body connecting them.
Zander slowed and ordered, “Face up, move forward with me. She needs your dick.”
Seconds later, Spence groaned when her heat surrounded him, squeezing him and engulfing him in sensations.
But he wasn’t allowed an orgasm without permission, which may or may not come, so he had to keep a tight rein on his arousal levels. Spence was forever grateful that Zander knew what Spence needed. That he never had to askfor it. Zander just gave him … not what he wanted, but what heneeded.
And sometimes, even when he desperately wanted the blissful release of orgasm, what he needed was a master capable of denying him that pleasure.
The position was perfect — Spence inside Emmy, Zander impaled in Spence’s ass, the three linked in a chain of motion. Zander set a vicious pace, fucking Spence hard and fast, each slam driving Spence deeper into Emmy, and it was all Spence could do to make sure he hit her g-spot. She wrapped her legs around Spence’s waist, heels digging into his back, urging him on.
Her next orgasm built slower, fingers clawing his shoulders, her gaze going past him to lock on Zander, and the emotional depth made every thrust feel soul-binding with Spence the bridge between the two.
Spence held back his own release by sheer will, focused on Emmy — angling just right, grinding with intent on the upstroke. She shattered again, walls milking him in rhythmic spasms, cries blending with Zander’s grunts. The crescendo built, Zander’s thrusts turning brutal, vampire speed blurring, pounding Spence’s prostate until stars burst behind his eyes.
“Come for us, boy,” Zander snarled, and Spence did, his Master’s permission unleashing him, cock pulsing deep in Emmy as Zander flooded his ass with cool seed. Emmy’s final, shattering climax clenched around Spence, drawingout his release in endless waves. Pleasure crashed over them all, visceral and boundless, hearts pounding in sync.
Finally, they collapsed in a heap, Zander pulling out gently, gathering them close. Emmy curled into Spence, Zander spooning behind him, arms encircling both.
And Spence lay between them, catching his breath, his body spent but his heart impossibly full.
Thiswas what he’d been made for — not just the submission, though that sang through his bones, but being the bridge between vampire ice and dragon fire. The willing vessel for their desire, their dominance, their care.
Emmy’s heat pressed against his front, all shifter warmth and fierce life, her heart still racing. Behind him, Zander’s cool presence anchored him, solid and eternal as a granite mountain. The contrast should’ve been jarring — hot and cold, wild and controlled — but it felt like balance. Like he was the fulcrum that let them meet in the middle.
Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Spence’s chest while Zander’s hand possessively held his hip, and Spence let himself simply be held and claimed. Loved.
He couldn’t tell if he was imagining it, or if the bond between them was truly growing stronger. Maybe it was the post-orgasmic haze, the endorphins still singing through his bloodstream, the bliss making everything feel softer and more significant. But he swore he could almost sense the gossamer threads of magic weaving between the three of them, delicate and new but undeniably there.
The crazy thing was that part of Spence wished Zander had denied him orgasm, so he’d still be hard and needy. But Zander made those decisions, and he’d wanted them to all come together. Spence found peace in that, and he was happy for the orgasm.
And yet … he looked forward to a time when the people he belonged to were sated while he was left needy and wanting, without release.
Emmy’s breathing evened out, and Zander pressed a kiss to the back of Spence’s neck, cool lips lingering.
And Spence closed his eyes, wrapped in them both, and let himself hope.
He had so much to do, but for now, he just lay in their arms and enjoyed them — his chest so full he thought ithadto be love he felt.
But Zander had told him to be patient, so he would.
For now, this was enough.
More than enough — it waseverything.
Chapter 10
Emmy stood naked in the bedroom she was supposed to be sharing with her friends, looking at the corset. The eggplant gown lay across the bed like a work of art, all brocade and silk with lavender accents that caught the light.
“We’ll do the corset later,” Rhea said. “Hair and makeup, first.”
The two women did their own faces as well as Toby and Felix’s — pale powder, rouge cheeks, lipstick, and beauty marks.
Then came the wigs. Emmy’s was tall and elaborate, white powder making it look like spun sugar.
