Page 66 of Bottoms Up

He kissed my pussy, my spent dick. Rolled me over, kissed my cheek, tucked the sheets around me, and turned off the light on his way out of the room.

Lesson learned.

Don’t complain and things go much, much better.

Sex-on-demand means exactly that. He demands, I comply.

No softness. Just ownership.

And yet… he saw to every one of my needs.

Once again, I slept like the dead.

Chapter 22

Julian

Benji was with us a little over three days, and I was happy Silver had the time with her brother. They needed that — all the easy laughter, all the hard conversations.

It also gave me opportunities to enforce our sex-on-demand dynamic, and that felt important.

Silver doesn’t want twenty-four/seven control over her life, but she absolutely wants that for sex. Rules. Boundaries.

She wants to be used. Not asked.

And I needed to give that to her — not just because she wanted it, but because I needed it, too.

It settled something in both of us.

The predictability. The clarity. The silence between command and compliance.

When I force her body open even when she’s tired or aching or wrecked from a long day? That isallmine.

And her scent when I push her, it’s like my own personal aphrodisiac.

My Silver doesn’t get all hot and bothered by the gentle romantic stuff, but when I shove her knees up and force my cock into her pussy or her ass whether she’s ready or not? She comes so hard I can feel it in my bones.

I love being rough with her. I love the way her breath catches before she moans. The way her body tenses right before I enterandtakeher. Those moments turned me on more than any sound or word.

I can’t go full tilt on her, though. Can’t fuck too hard, can’t drink too deeply, have to follow infection protocols if the skin gets broken, can’t bruise too deeply.

Silver can take pain, and plenty of it, but I could break her if I let myself forget what she is.

She’s human, and humans are breakable.

Shapeshifters, on the other hand, can easily heal if you break them.

Which brings me to Atlas.

I fed from him one of the days Silver was out with Benji. It was supposed to be a quick fuck-and-feed — nothing complicated — but the moment I stepped into the room and caught his scent, I had a feeling nothing about Atlas would ever be simple and straightforward.

And I was right, which was more than fine, it turned out.

Atlas was already naked and positioned on a feeding station when I entered — lubed, feet planted wide, hips bent over the crossbar, left hand gripping the forward brace situated far from his hips to stretch his body long and taut. Right elbow anchored on a platform to help support his chest.

A setup meant to simplify the feed-and-fuck process. It’s meant to dehumanize the food — for both vampire and daywalker. It isn’t comfortable for the human, but it’s about making it convenient for the vampire to enter the room and proceed without any niceties.

Atlas was rock-hard when I walked in, and I decided perhaps our Atlas needed some pain without arousal.