And still, Zander drank, consuming her while his venom pulsed pure pleasure through her body. His lips warmed, as did his cock.
When he finally pulled his fangs free of her flesh, he pounded her hard through countless more orgasms, one blending into another. Spence wild under her, both cocks creating heat and friction, relentless pleasure coursing through her.
She heard Zander deny Spence again when he begged, and then, when she was just coming down from yet another magnificent release, Zander went in andheld, emptying himself inside her with a groan so deep she felt it as much as heard it.
And Spence, beneath her, still rock hard, his body trembling with need, closed his eyes and gave his own pained groan.
Zander eased out, helped her off Spence, and then the three lay together, tangled in the silk, theCarnivale’s frenzy swirling around them like a decadent whirlwind.
Later, the three showered together, and then Zander dried her and tucked her into bed with Spence, who now sported a shiny stainless cock cage to make sure he couldn’t get hard.
She’d need to talk to Zander about his reasoning for that, but later. Not around Spence.
But then, when Spence joined her in bed, he answered the question she hadn’t voiced.
“It’s okay,” Spence said, the words soft, almost confessional. “Zander always knows what I need, even if it isn’t what I want.” He hesitated, then added softly, “My purpose is in seeing to your pleasure, and his. It isn’t about my pleasure. As long as I can serve the two of you …trulyserve…” His thumb traced the edge where unyielding steel met skin. “I can wait forever and still feel fulfilled.”
His gaze dropped to the gleaming steel cage that locked him away from himself. “This is … a reminder of that.”
He met her gaze again. “Like I said, he always knows what I need. When he locked me after, when the cage clicked shut, it was relief. A reminder of where my focus is.”
Emmy’s chest tightened. She slid her hand up to rest over his heart, feeling the steady, too-fast beat beneath her palm. “And if we keep you like this for days? Weeks?”
His smile was small, almost shy. “Then every denied pulse, every frustrated throb will be a reminder to focus on the two of you, rather than my own carnal needs. It’ll be proof of why it’s needed, why it shouldn’t come off.”
He lifted her hand to his lips, pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “You don’t have to worry about me, Emmy. I’m not suffering. I’m … full in a way I never was before.”
She searched his face, looking for cracks, for hidden resentment. She found only quiet certainty — and beneath it, a deep, humming contentment that made her own pulse stutter.
Chapter 12
Zander sat at his desk and considered his options. Aaron Drake would undoubtedly hear about the events of both balls through the grapevine within days.
And that wasn’t the way he wanted his old friend to hear about Zander’s dalliance with Emmy.
And if he found out in the next couple of hours? That, too, was a possibility, which meant he was going to have to set up a time to meet with Aaron now, so when Aaron found out, he’d understand Zander didn’t intend to keep it a secret.
It was bad enough Aaron had found out about his daughter being poisoned through the grapevine. Zander had leveled with him, telling him Emmy specifically asked him not to tell them, and Zander figured she should have some medical autonomy. That hadn’t gone well.At all.
This would be so much worse, but it was imperative Aaron hear it from him, or at least have evidence Zander was about to tell him.
He headed upstairs to talk to Lucien about where they were on planning the upcoming hunt, and an hour later, had arranged for Aaron and Sophia to come to Mordnik for a visit, under the auspices of picking slaves up from the Concilio stronghold and escorting them to northern Alaska. There are only a handful of people certified to transport multiple high-risk supernaturals. Aaron has a few on his payroll, but it isn’t unusual for him to handle such jobs personally.
It’s absolutely uncharacteristic for him to bring his wife, but they were coming because Zander promised them dinner with their daughter.
And now he’d have to convince Emerald why it was so important she and Zander come clean sooner, rather than later.
Zander waited for the two daywalkers to awaken and eat, and then sent Spence off to handle a minor issue.
Emmy was seated at the small desk he’d brought in for her from upstairs, staring at her laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration.
“Looks like you can use a break, and there’s something we need to discuss.”
She looked up, and he watched her expression shift from mild curiosity to wariness. She’d gotten good at reading his tones.
“Okay,” she said slowly, before saving her work and turning towards him.
He settled into a chair facing her, partway across the room.
