Emmy shattered again, harder, her nails raking his chest now, walls fluttering wild around him, her cries long and loud as pleasure tore through her. Zander didn’t slow, driving them all higher, the slap of cool skin on his bruised ass a counterpoint to the tight heat gripping his cock.
Another orgasm ripped through Emmy, body convulsing beneath him, ass clenching vise-tight in endless waves that nearly undid him. His balls ached, and his insides burned with every thrust, his need a living fire he fought to contain.
Finally, when he was raw and trembling, every nerve screaming for release, and he could tell Emmy was right on the edge of another, Zander’s voice rasped against his ear: “Come for us, boy.Now.”
Permission unleashed him, and Spence plunged deep into Emmy’s clenching heat, the orgasm igniting through his core like wildfire, cock pulsing thick and endless inside her ass, hot ropes flooding her in violent, milking spasms as her walls squeezed him dry. Zander buried to the hilt behind him, cool seed spilling deep in claiming pulses that prolonged the bliss into infinity.
All three shattered together, Emmy’s cries blending with Zander’s guttural growl, while Spence could only manage broken moans betweenthem. Their bodies locked in shuddering unity, pleasure crashing endless and raw until the world narrowed to sweat-slicked skin and shared breath.
They collapsed in a tangle, Spence managing to land beside Emmy instead of atop her, limbs heavy and spent. Zander shifted to his other side, cool arm draping over them both, pulling Spence close against his chest.
And then, while Spence lay boneless, gentle hands massaged sore muscles and put soothing ointment on abraded, raw skin. Emmy’s warm fingers traced the diamonds on his torso. Zander’s cool digits soothed the welts on his thighs.
And all the while, they kissed his body as they worked on it, wrapping love around him like a warm blanket, and Spence floated, utterly secure, cradled by the people he loves most in the world.
The telepathic ping from security let Zander know someone was bringing the meal he’d ordered.
He’d judged well, telling them when to get started. Aftercare had eased into a quiet, floating hush with Spence cradled between them, rope marks blooming like love letters across his skin, Emmy’s warm fingers still tracing lazy patterns over welts and marks while their wolf drifted in sated bliss, breath slow and even, the triangle’s foundation steady beneath them both.
He heard security enter the outer room with the kitchen staff who’d brought the food, tracked their minds as they set the table and left, and then he pressed a kiss to Spence’s temple and rose with fluid grace. “Food, my loves. Come.”
They stirred reluctantly — Emmy stretching like a cat in sunlight, Spence wincing beautifully when he sat up. Both followed him into the living area, with only two places set.
Each plate held three Wagyu ribeyes flown in from Japan hours before. They were rested, rare, and glistening, seared just enough to caramelize the fat into golden lace. Beside them were matsutake mushrooms sautéed with cipollini onions in a reduced bone-marrow demi, the earthy perfume rising in delicate steam, rich and savory enough to make even a vampire’s mouth water.
Zander guided them to their chairs and then settled onto the low sofa across from them, legs stretched, hands loose on his thighs. He had no need for food, but watching them eat was one of his deepest pleasures: the way color returned to their cheeks, the small sounds of satisfaction, the primal satisfaction of providing for what was his.
Spence cut into his steak first, juices pooling dark and fragrant. He closed his eyes on the first bite, chewing slowly, savoring, and then, without a word, his boy opened the link wide.
Flavor flooded Zander’s mind like liquid silk — the deep mineral earthiness of perfectly seared beef, the fat melting on the tongue. Another bite, and the umami depth of marrow and mushroom weaving through it all. Zander’sbreath caught; his body, long beyond hunger, responded as if the meal were his own. Heat bloomed low in his belly, pleasure rolling through him in slow, decadent waves.
He leaned back against the sofa cushions, letting his head rest against the leather, eyes half-lidded as Spence fed him sensation after sensation, and he moaned in pleasure. Another bite, richer this time, the onions caramelized sweet against the steak’s iron tang, the matsutake’s piney perfume lingering like forest after rain.
Emmy’s voice came, confused with a little concern. “What are you doing to him?”
Spence swallowed, cheeks flushed with simple joy. “Sharing. I can let him taste what I do. It’s … intimate.”
Zander lifted his head to watch them, and Emmy sat with her fork in the air, quiet. Thoughtful.
Zander met her eyes, steady and patient. He wanted to be able to telepath with her, to share more than spoken words, but he would wait until she brought it up.
She’d been taught since toddlerhood to keep her shields fortress-strong. Dragon minds are vast and dangerous things, and if she was to lower them and let him in, it would have to be her idea. Her decision.
But there was a different conversation the two needed to have. He was tempted to bring it up, but the threesome, thetriangle, needed one more big scene, first.
For now, he simply savored the taste of rare steak on a tongue that hadn’t fed on food in centuries, and the quiet, perfect happiness of watching his lovers eat.
Chapter 19
November slipped into December, and they had an opportunity for another magical ball up top with the aurora painting the dome in brilliant, moving colors.
Emmy was lost in her work, genetic patterns emerging, and the promise of Anchorage trials glowing like a beacon, but she made time to meet her friends in the workout areas and the cafeteria.
And of course, there were the nightly feeding frenzies. Most nights, she was with another vampire while Spence was with Zander, but he changed things up every once in a while. She was Sleeping Beauty to Zander’s Prince Charming, the on-stage faux rape waking her, because kissing isn’t nearly debauched enough.
They had a talk about it afterward, about how the silo experience had taught her something new about herself — that she enjoyed role playing rape scenes.
His smile told her this pleased him, but he merely said he looked forward to exploring this in-depth with her when they were back in Anchorage, and both had more time to play.
