Page 58 of Bottoms Up
He chose a bottle of grape juice, twisted the cap, and brought it to me. Cool condensation brushed my fingers when he placed it in my hand, then he bent and pressed a kiss to my forehead — so tender, it made my throat close.
That gentleness always wrecked me more than the pain.
He walked toward Atlas, speaking again as he crossed the room. “I’ll pull the needles from his eyes and ears and put a blindfold on him. It’s doubtful he’ll begin healing with the bracelet on, but I don’t want to chance it.”
I sat up slowly, sipping the juice, and watched my giant vampire. Watched the care in his hands even as he moved toward the brutal, final steps of the scene. Watched the man I loved, the man I belonged to, take responsibility for both of us.
Julian sank to the floor, his legs folding with an elegant control that made my breath catch. He moved with precision, as if dismantling a bomb, while he extracted the long-ass needles from Atlas’s ears and eyes.
My body flinched with each slow pull. Julian’s hands were careful, steady, and gentle. He went slow, pulling the needle out without jerking. There was no blood, at least none I could see.
Even blindfolded, even deaf, Atlas didn’t flinch. Was Julian talking to him telepathically? I didn’t know, but it made sense, probably using that calm, assured voice to talk him through it.
Or maybe not.
One never knew whether Julian would make it worse, or better.
There were moans when the ball crusher and cock cage came off, little yelps when the nipple clamps were removed, and a gasp when the plug was pulled out.
Thirty minutes later, I found myself back in a knees-and-chest position near the edge of the bed, head turned to one side, breath hot and shallow against the sheets. Julian had aimed Atlas’s dick into my ass and ordered him to shove himself in, and he’d obeyed.
Now, he was moving inside me while Julian pounded Atlas’s ass.
I was raw, sore, and gloriously stretched. Atlas is well endowed, but nowhere near as thick as Julian.
My vampire had prepped me with a single cool, slick finger, and now I was being used. Fucked. Filled.
While Julian stood behind Atlas and drove into him with enough force to rock the whole fucking bed.
My lover. My cruel and careful sadist.
I was nothing but nerve endings and sound. Flogged raw and still needy, every slam of Atlas’s cock against my wrecked hole only pushed me higher.
It wasn’t long before another orgasm crashed over me, followed fast by another. And another — not pulled from me so much as forced out. My body didn’t feel like it belonged to me anymore. It belonged to Julian.
Eventually, Julian sank his fangs into Atlas, drawing power and permission in the same breath. I felt the moment Atlas was allowed to come — a full-body jolt, and he pulled out and came on my back.
“There you go, Muscles,” Julian told him. “Rub it out, empty those balls so you can lick yourself off my lovely Silver’s back, out of her crack, and wherever else you spilled.”
“Can he hear you?” I asked, my voice more gasp than voice.
“I’m telepathing and speaking. He can feel the vibrations, but his hearing isn’t back yet. No more words until I say you can. Be quiet and obey.”
He made Atlas lick every bit of his mess — off my back, from the top of my right butt cheek, and even my hole.Inside and out.
Shapeshifters don’t have to worry about germs.
I’d have protested if Julian hadn’t ordered me to silence, but since he had, I spread my cheeks so Atlas would have better access to my hole.
Eventually, Julian walked Atlas to the door and had him stand with both hands on it. Still blind and deaf.
Julian slid into black dress pants like he hadn’t just flogged me and fucked me until I’d blacked out — and then had someone else fuck me to evenmoreorgasms.
I chose a soft, casual cotton dress, with fabric substantial enough it wouldn’t mold to my dick. No bra, no underwear because I couldn’t bear the friction. I just needed coverage. A buffer between my aching body and the world.
Julian didn’t take Atlas by the hand to walk him across the hall; he gave him telepathic commands.
Once we were in the room and Julian removed the stasis bracelet, Atlas walked to the raw beef without needing further instructions,changedinto a breathtakingly beautiful jaguar twice the size I’d expected, and devoured ten pounds like the fucking predator he is.
