the few times she’d tested Gideon with those different-sized phalluses in his delectable ass. She’d been preparing him all along for this, for Daegan to take him. And when Gideon’s expression flickered with reluctant arousal, she knew she’d let him hear the musing, and it had given him a searing jolt of retroactive lust, confirming this was meant to happen. Was going to happen.
One finger slid in past the tight ring of muscles, and Gideon groaned again. “Oh yeah, he’s as tight as you’d expect a virgin to be, cher.” Daegan was hard as iron himself, and she could sense how aroused he was. Being a vampire, she wasn’t sure he would have stopped now even if she had told him that Gideon had been pushed too far. But Gideon’s mind, though a tumultuous storm, was suffused with lust and dark, driving needs, his focus on what Daegan was doing.
A second finger worked in and Gideon gasped.
“Relax, vampire hunter,” Daegan said in a rough, male croon. “You tighten up, it will burn like a son of a bitch. I intend to fuck you no matter what. You cannot stop me. Nothing you say or do will keep me from taking this ass, making it mine. And when I’m done, I’ll be the one sliding my hand back in there with salve, easing the burn, making it better. You’ll rely on me for all of it. I’ll take care of you in a way no man has before.”
Take away all choices, and certain slaves let go. Gideon’s muscles trembled, rage crossing his face, but his body was jerking, humping air, responding to Daegan’s erotic threat. Those words electrified his mind like lightning flashes, and Anwyn saw a jumble of memories. A father swimming in the waves, a young boy’s fear of not being grown-up enough to take care of his brother, of never having any male he could trust enough to let go, to know he could let go and the whole world wouldn’t fall apart.
Anwyn swallowed over the ache, let those images fill Daegan’s mind, let him see what he was doing to the other male. Daegan’s gaze flickered to her, a nod, his jaw flexing. Leaning over Gideon, he pressed his lips to his neck, spoke against him there.
“Trust me, Gideon. You want this, and so do I. It will be all right.” He’d seated his cock at that lubricated opening. “It’s going to stretch, a lot. You’re going to feel like I’m splitting you, but let it slide all the way in. Let it in.”
Anwyn knew she didn’t need to breathe, but she was holding her breath again anyway as Daegan slowly, slowly eased into that passage, nuzzling Gideon’s neck. Reaching beneath him, he pumped his slick hand up and down Gideon’s organ, bringing back the surge of blood that trepidation had stolen away. “Let me in, and then you’ll be able to fill Anwyn with your cock. Your Mistress is feeling generous, because you’ve given us this. Ah, God, you feel fucking good. Let me in deep. Take all of me, vampire hunter.”
It took some time, some coaxing from both of them and concentration on Gideon’s part, but then Daegan was in to the hilt. Gideon was gasping, his eyes watering, not with tears, but with the effort of holding him. Anwyn knew how it felt the first time. Even she, who’d been familiar with anal play, had been stretched hard the first time by Daegan’s size. No amount of practice with poor substitutes could change that for Gideon, either. It was excruciating, but also a feeling of such connection and pleasure. She didn’t see that in Gideon’s reaction exactly, but there was some type of relief, a shadow of it, playing among his other roiling emotions.
“There you go.” Daegan licked his neck, teased the skin, careful not to score him with his fangs. “Uncomfortable?”
“What, from that little thing?” Gideon coughed into the floor, his fists clenching in the restraints. “Didn’t even notice it.”
Daegan smiled against his flesh, withdrew slightly and pushed back in, earning a guttural cry from Gideon. “Then I’ll make sure you remember it for days, servant.” He glanced at Anwyn, and spoke aloud, though she knew he didn’t need to do so. “You may come to him now, cher.”
She took her time, rising to her feet, knowing that Gideon was drinking in the way her thighs slid against each other as she dropped her clothing, piece by piece. Running her hands slowly down