Page 30 of Bottoms Up (Mythic Beast #4)

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 even more orgasms.

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, changed into a breathtakingly beautiful jaguar twice the size I’d expected, and devoured ten pounds like the fucking predator he is.

Gavin walked in while the sleek, magnificent jaguar was tearing into his food. “One of my dungeon masters will monitor him. He might need another couple of changes , but he’s happy with his time with the two of you.”

He looked at me a few seconds and then focused on Julian again.

“Your time as a slave made you stronger. I, too, was a slave during my first centuries, but I didn’t come out of it with a support system, as you have.

All the control necessary to survive the rigors of slavehood has given you…

” He shrugged. “It might take a decade for you to figure it out, but it’s possible you’ll get there in a year or less. Draw on the power of your control.”

He focused on me again. “If I’d had someone who loved me from the start, I’d be a different vampire. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it’s a truth I’ve only recently understood. The two of you are a matched set.”

He looked back to Julian. “The two of you regularly share a member of Marco’s flock, and I’d suggest you need to find a permanent pet. Not a third. Not a poly group. A pet you’d treat as a beloved animal — no romantic entanglement. Just stability for all.”

Gavin glanced at Atlas again and motioned for us to follow him.

Outside the door, a clear plastic bag waited. Gavin handed it to Julian — our clothes from earlier. It seemed their cleanup people were faster than we’d realized.

“Room service is twenty-four hours,” he said, “and Silver needs food. Your phones will tell you which restaurants are open, though I recommend the TexMex spot Lauren loves.”

We found ourselves at the elevator before I’d even processed half of what he’d said.

Back in our suite, which we’d only been in briefly, I had to decide whether to order room service or go out to eat.

“Let’s go to the TexMex place Gavin told us about,” I told Julian, and when he nodded, I opened my suitcase to figure out what to wear after I showered.

Something fast, because I really was starving.

Dressing like a man would get us out the door the fastest. A compression shirt might actually feel better on my sore breasts, once it was on. Silk boxers and loose jeans, though.

I took a quick shower without getting my hair wet, and dried my upper body with care so I could get the compression shirt on.

All the twinges, all the sore places, and I looked at myself in the mirror to see a very tired yet incredibly happy version of myself.

I had my Julian back in my life as he was supposed to be.

I felt tired, happy, and very, very owned.