Page 43 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
Iwake in the big bed, somehow before either of the ladies are stirring. Bryn’s lying on the far side of the bed, reading. His eyes flick to me with a smile. Then both of our eyes fall upon Adi and En’s wrists, wearing the golden torcs they’d accepted last night. I look at his arm and the matching one he has.
He folds the corner of the page and closes his book. “Think you can be quiet, metamour?” The nickname doesn’t really fit, anymore, but I’m glad he’s not giving it up. I like it and I love hearing him call me it.
Bryn crawls over Adi and En’s still-sleeping bodies and straddles my lap. My hands grab his ass and he grins at me.
I tilt my head. “What did you have in mind, love?”
He angles to the side and yanks the sheets off from between our bodies and settles back onto my lap, leaning forwards to kiss me deeply and slowly.
Finally, he shifts back, but not before my hips are thrusting against his body and my cock is dripping next to his. “I want to suck your cock until you give me every last drop of your cum. Then I want to make unequivocally sure I got it all.” He raises a sharp eyebrow as he says this.
“Yeah, alright.”
His mouth quirks but he says nothing, instead wrapping a hand around my cock. I groan and close my eyes as I feel hisbody slide down mine. His tongue touches the underside of my head and I no longer can think.
My love. My guarded love who keeps us all safe, no matter the cost. He’s mine to protect, just as much as the ladies, though he’d never admit it.
He shoves himself down on my cock and I gasp as his throat wraps around me. “Fuck, Bryn...that’s good.”
His eyes flick up to mine and I feel a shimmer of satisfaction from him. Is it pleasing me that is making him satisfied? Or the praise? Perhaps Bryn likes dirty talk and approval too. Might as well test this theory.
“Yes, love, that’s it.... Suck my cock. Put your other hand on my balls, Bryn.... Good, good, metamour. Don’t stop. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you every drop.”
The pleasure coming from him makes me grin. I’ll make sure I remember this. I reach down and grab his cock. He groans around me and his hips rock into my hand.
“That’s right, Bryn. You’re so fucking turned on by sucking my dick that you need to fuck my fist. Go ahead, love. Just don’t take your fantastic mouth off me.” I keep my voice low.
The noise he makes is pure need. Who would have thought our dominant Daddy Bryn would have a praise kink too? It makes me grin. He’s more like Adi than he realizes. My thoughts stop as his mouth gets me to the edge; his hips grinding into me help too.
My muscles tense and I feel my cock twitch and jump in his mouth just before I spurt into his greedy throat. I growl and my hips flex as I start to relax, but his mouth is working my cock hard. He slips down to the base of my cock with his mouth, only able to do so because I’m softening, then grips me in a vice-like grip with his lips. He drags them upwards slowly, pulling every last drop out.
“Hungry little cock slut,” I growl softly. His eyes flick to me and I see annoyance in them. I chuckle as I start to stroke his cock hard. “Come for me, metamour. I want your seed painted across my skin.”
He groans and his eyes close as he thrusts into my hand harder. He quickly gives me what I want, coming hard and squirting all over my leg and chest. His back is arched and his eyes closed, utterly silent.
I smile at him as he lies down across me, in our mess, and I wrap my arms around him, feeling our bodies relax against each other.
BRYN AND I STRIDE DOWNthe corridors to the kitchen level. It’s been less homey since Rory left, but many of the servants are ones we know. I push open the stainless steel doors and hold it behind me as Bryn walks though.
“Maudey,” he says in a kind greeting as she dries off her hands on her apron. She pulls us down into an embrace in her thick arms. Bryn’s body doesn’t stiffen quite as much as I expected. Maudey always smells of freshly baked bread and other things that feel like home and I smile as I stand upright.
“Come, come, boys,” she says over her shoulder, already threading her way through the kitchen to her back room. We enter and she shuts the door behind us, enclosing us in the small but comfortable room with a large well-used dining table and bright tapestries on the wall.
We sit as she pours some tea and pulls out a plate of warm cookies before settling opposite me. She takes her tea cup delicately and blows upon it, waiting for us to get a sip and a bite before starting conversation. It makes me smile.
“Lads, Idohave news for ye. It must not be traced back to the kitchens, though, ya ken?”
We both mutter reassurance; we’d never let Adi’s safe place from her fucked-up childhood come under fire.
She flicks her black gaze between us before blowing out a deep breath. “I know which houses have aligned against my Adi-girl.”
Nairna
BRYN PREPARES THE MIRRORbefore kissing Adelaide deeply. “Youwillreturn to me within two hours or I will burn that sithen to thefuckingground, do you understand?”
She agrees, kissing him deeply.
His eyes go to Ossy and me, letting the same sentiment soak in. We nod silently. He turns abruptly, off to meet with Filib.
