“Yes, master,” Carver moaned.
“Why?” Roger asked.
Carver only moaned more as Takashi stroked him.
Roger caught Takashi’s eye and shook his head.
With a grin, Takashi slid his hand up to Carver’s tip and then locked his hand in place. Carver whined and tried to buck into Takashi’s hand, but that didn’t work. “I was almost there!”
“I asked a question,” Roger said.
“Vincent Talmadge posted something on the Fang app,” Carver blurted out. He squirmed. “Please.”
“Hm, I suppose,” Takashi said. Then he slowly began to slide his hand down Carver’s length again.
As Carver was shuddering and nearing release, Roger ducked back into the master bedroom. The scent of blood and the powerful rocking of the desires emanating from Carver and Takashi almost sucked Roger back into a trance of his own lust. But there was something to be seen in order to understand one of his partners.
He didn’t have the Fang app on his phone, but Zack did. Since Zack’s phone wasn’t in plain sight, Roger called it. Following the vibrations, he found it in a bedside drawer, which was an unusual place for it to be. Typically, Zack kept it on asurface or plugged in. With a few quick swipes and presses, he managed to open the Fang app.
Apps had clearly been invented by bored mages who wanted to siphon even more money from the general populace. That, or a brilliant inventor who had made a deal with a devil for eternal youth. Navigating took a little work, but Roger managed to open some sort of message bank. There were hundreds, and more were added as Roger attempted to read a few.
They were, almost without a break, slurs, insults, and outright threats. Zack couldn’t know this many people, and there was no reason for them to suddenly turn on him. Had he been dealing with these kinds of remarks for months? Had his family set this off? No, that didn’t make sense. The Wrights didn’t have any access to the Fang app. Besides, Carver had told him to check Vincent Talmadge’s post.
The shower turned off the same moment Roger finally found the video. Zack had been giving the camera his strained smile—the one he used when he was playing along but hated what was happening—and then the other boykissedhim. Then laughed at him.
And now, the internet seemed to be laughing at him in unison.
No wonder Zack was having trouble containing his temper.
“What are you doing?” Zack demanded.
Roger glanced up from the phone, an explanation ready on his lips, but was speechless at the sight of Zack next to nude. He had the towel around his shoulders, shaking the last of the water from his hair with it, and hadn’t covered up his lithe, athletic frame. The temperature of the shower had brought a flush across his chest and downward toward his groin. His shoulder scar was a shade brighter. For the most part, the various bite marks Roger had given him had healed with little to no scarring, except for the one on his throat from the very first time.
Roger let his awe fill his voice. “How could anyone look at you and decide that mocking was the best approach?”
Zack blushed, and then his features hardened, and he glared. “You’ve been on my phone?”
“I don’t have the app on mine,” Roger said.
With a snarl, Zack ripped the phone out of Roger’s hands and shoved it into the bedside drawer. “You shouldn’t have bothered.”
“You were upset. I had to know why,” Roger replied.
“So you invaded my privacy?” Zack snapped.
Roger put his hands on his hips. “Were you going to tell me otherwise?”
“It doesn’t fucking matter.” Zack stalked over to his clothing and picked up his underwear.
“The fuck it doesn’t,” Roger returned.
“Vincent’s right. This—” Zack motioned between them. “—won’t last forever. You’re going to replace me as black collar. Sooner, if you want to stay in Seamus’s good graces, I’m sure.”
“Screw Seamus. We’re not talking about him right now.”
“Fine. Then let’s talk about the kind of rules you’d have as coven leader,” Zack replied hotly. He threw the towel off to the side. His eyes were hard as he turned on Roger. “Would I have to wear a fucking collar to be your boyfriend? Are you going to expect me to carry on head pet duties when I don’t have to pretend to be a pet anymore? What am I going tobein this new domain of yours?”
“Is that what you’re worried about?”
