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Chapter 11

Adventures with…Mori and River

MORI

T onight was our seventh anniversary.

Seven years since that evening on the beach when I’d made River my mate. When I’d stopped fighting the inevitable. When I’d allowed myself to be happy.

And fuck, did River make me happy.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” River asked, snuggling into my side. “Like, any clues at all?”

“Nope,” I said with a smile. I did that a lot these days. Smiled.

River still gave me shit for being grumpy, but the truth was, it happened a lot less with him in my life. That’s not to say I was never grumpy, especially when River played the brat.

Something he did all too well.

“Spoilsport.” He sighed dramatically. “It better end with an orgasm, lumbersnack, or you’re going to have a very unhappy camper on your hands.”

I snorted. “We went camping once, remember? Happy was the last thing you were.”

“Because you tried to make me sleep outside,” River protested. “You wouldn’t even let me sleep in your car.”

“Not sure I would even now, to be honest.”

I hiss as he tickles my side. Little git.

“Well, I was happy when you let me into the tent,” River said dreamily, leaning his head against my shoulder. “I remember you grinding against me before you were even awake. See? Your cock knew we were mates before you did.”

“Because you were glamoured,” I reminded him with a chuckle. “And going back to what you said before this devolves into an argument, tonight will definitely end in an orgasm. More than one, if you behave.”

River’s face lit up. “I can behave. I can be the best behaved person to ever behave.” I raised a brow, because we both knew that was bullshit. River deflated almost immediately, shooting me a sheepish grin. “Fine, I’ll try and behave. But you love my bratting. Don’t try and deny it.”

“No denials here.” He was right. I fucking loved it.

Just as much as I loved him.

We turned a corner and a distinctive building appeared. Beside me, River sucked in a breath. “Wait, are we going to The Window?”

“Yep.” The kink club had opened a while ago. The owner, a jaguar shifter called Cash, had gifted us lifetime memberships upon it opening. Thanks to an insanely busy period at The Closet, we hadn’t had a chance to make use of them.

Tonight, that was going to change.

River paused and grabbed my face in both his hands. He placed a smacking kiss on my lips, his grin stretching wide as he pulled back. “Fuck, you really are the best. I’m so lucky to have you.”

I looped an arm around his waist, hauling him against me with a growl. “I’m the lucky one.”

I kissed him, more thoroughly than the brief offering he’d given me. I plundered his mouth, taking exactly what I wanted, until I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh. River moaned as I slid my leg between his, giving him more friction to push against.

“Enough,” River said breathlessly as he broke the kiss. “We’re in public.”

I palmed his arse. “And I seem to remember you enjoy fucking in public. That’s kind of the whole point of tonight.”

I waited for the penny to drop. It took mere seconds. River’s eyes widened before heat took over. “Have you arranged a scene for us, lumbersnack?”

I grunted in affirmation. “Happy about that?”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed. He pulled away abruptly, stalking off towards the old church before glancing over his shoulder. “Hurry up! You don’t get to tempt me with public scenes and then make me wait.”

I bit back my laughter, following my mate with a shake of my head.

Seven years, and he still kept me on my toes.

* * *

River

I officially had the best mate ever.

This wasn’t news. Mori had proven that he was meant to be mine every single day. We challenged each other. Made one another laugh.

We were happy.

And, after this date he’d planned for us, I suspected we’d be fucking ecstatic.

The ropes were a mainstay in our bedroom. We’d expanded our kinky collection over the years, even going so far as to put a spanking bench in the basement. Not that Mori spanked me on it. No, he liked to tie me to it and edge me for hours. Sometimes he’d fuck me, right up until he felt my orgasm start to rise, only to pull out. My poor, empty hole would be left gaping, twitching, gripping nothing but empty air.

He’d leave me like that for a while before repeating the process. Again. And again. And again. Until I was nothing more than a weeping, inarticulate mess.

There was no getting away from it—our sex life was wonderful. Epic. Transcendent.

But there was nothing we got off on more than public sex.

With compulsion nets, we were never caught. No one could see or hear us.

There was a deeply buried part of me that wished they could. An exhibitionist that wanted to come out and play. To know others were watching Mori fuck me. Hearing the moans he drew out of me. That they could watch him touch me, but never be able to do it themselves.

Fuck. It got me so hot.

It was something Mori and I had discussed often, but without a safe venue to do so, it wasn’t a fantasy we’d believed would come true any time soon.

And then The Window had opened.

Honestly, I should’ve guessed sooner that this was what he had planned. Tonight was our first night off in months. I’d figured we’d get dinner, maybe go for a drive down to the beach where we’d become mates. You know, romantic shit.

This was so much fucking better.

Two bouncers were on the door. Like Mori had at The Closet, Cash had opted for supes over humans, which made sense. If your job was to evict troublesome patrons, a great number of them being supes, you needed someone who could match their strength and powers.

The jaguar shifter checked our IDs while the vampire beside him cross referenced our names with the membership list. Once they were satisfied, we were welcomed inside.

I let out a low whistle as we stepped into the vast space that held the bar. “How do you think God feels about one of her churches being turned into a BDSM club?”

“Not sure she cares,” Mori grunted, putting his arm around my shoulders tightly and glaring at a handsome vampire who was eyeing me up from across the room. “They can look, but they can’t touch.”

“Relax, lumbersnack.” I patted his chest. “I’m all yours. Everyone in here can tell we’re bonded without you needing to piss all over me.”

His grip relaxed slightly, but he didn’t remove his arm. I didn’t care. I loved these possessive little demonstrations he liked to throw my way occasionally. Intentionally making him jealous was still a frequent part of our foreplay routine. The sex that followed was always out of this world.

Toxic? Perhaps. But with the bond between us, we knew neither of us were ever upset about it. Mori loved reminding me who I belonged to.

And I loved being reminded.

Tonight wasn’t about that though. No, we had something far more exciting to look forward to.

Cash, the owner of the club, spotted us from the bar and waved us over. We weaved through the crowd, both of us grinning at the giant jaguar shifter. He was as tall and wide as Mori, his long, dark hair wild and down to his shoulders. His keen eyes didn’t miss anything.

Of all the supes in here, silently mixing in with the oblivious humans, Cash stood out the most. There was a stillness in him that was rare to witness outside of nature. He was every inch a predator.

But underneath that predator was a caring man. Cash was a Dom. Not in the way Mori was—tying me up inside the bedroom and taking control. More like Toby, my twin’s mate. It was a full-time role for him.

Like several other supes who had a hand in running the club, he’d become a good friend.

“Glad ye could come, finally,” he said as we drew near.

“Thank you for accommodating our request,” Mori said, reaching out to shake Cash’s hand. “It means a lot to us.”

Cash waved him off. “No problem. It’s literally what we do. Do ye want a drink first, or head straight to your scene?”

“Scene,” I said immediately. “Please.”

Cash chuckled. “You’ve got a live wire there, Mori.”

“Don’t I know it,” he said, kissing my temple. “And what my brat wants, he gets.”

A new voice piped up. “I think you’ll find the position of brat has been filled, thank you very much.”

I detached myself from Mori to pull Alexis into a hug. Out of all the new residents of The Window, he was the one I’d grown closest to. Probably thanks to the shit we liked to put our bed partners through. “No one can take your title, don’t you worry about that.”

The twinky vampire was dressed in just a pair of skin-tight hotpants. His long hair was in a bun, and he had glitter dusted over his cheekbones. “Good. It’s a title I’m very proud of.”

“And he wonders why he can’t get a Daddy,” Cash said to Mori in a faux whisper.

Alexis sniffed and raised his chin. “Why settle when I have all eternity to find the right man?”

Honestly, you couldn’t argue with that logic.

Cash apparently agreed, instead asking Alexis to show us to our room. We bade the shifter farewell, promising to be in again soon. Then we were back amongst the crowd, heading towards a door in the corner.

We passed a stage where a human was spanking a demon. Not just any human, I realised, but Bear. He worked at Bailey’s gym and therefore fell under our protection.

Not that he needed it right now, given the cries he was deftly drawing out of the demon.

Bear didn’t know about the supe world as far as I was aware. Given he both worked and socialised in places filled with them though, I couldn’t help but wonder how long that would last.

Mori noticed my attention lingering on the stage and smirked. “We can do that another time if you like.”

I shivered and dragged my gaze away. “That’s not why I was looking, but fuck yes. I’m down.”

Mori glanced back and I saw recognition dawn. “Oh, it’s Bear. We probably shouldn’t say hi.”

“No.” I chuckled as we neared the door Alexis had disappeared through. “I definitely don’t think he wants to be interrupted right now.”

We followed Alexis down a corridor that had pairs of doors all along it. He opened one and led us into a room with a comfortable looking bed, lube, and a massive mirror on the wall.

I thought about who could be on the other side of the mirror and my cock stirred. Fuck. People were going to watch us fuck.

I couldn’t wait.

“This—” Alexis tapped a switch on the wall. “—turns the glass transparent. It’s completely up to you. There are members in there watching. The humans have been compelled, so anything supernatural that they see will be accepted then forgotten. For some people using this room, just knowing they’re out there is enough. Others they want to see their reactions.”

I bit my lip to hold back my grin. Oh, I already knew exactly which one we’d be doing.

Alexis asked us if we had any questions before telling us to enjoy our scene with a wink.

I snorted at that. Any sex with Mori was enjoyable. This, though?

It was going to go miles beyond enjoyment.

As soon as Alexis left the room, Mori strode over to the switch. Fingers hovering inches away, he raised a brow at me. “Yes?”

I rolled my eyes, kicking off my shoes. “Obviously.”

Mori’s eyes narrowed as my hands went to the button on my jeans. “What are you doing, brat? That job’s mine.”

A shiver went down my spine. “Then flick the switch so you can come over here and get on with it.”

He did and the mirror cleared instantly. On a platform in the room beside ours were three humans and a demon. I did a double take as I recognised the latter. Adam was a regular at The Closet and possibly the most demonic demon I’d come across.

Which said a lot, given the ones I spent most of my time with were the sons of Lucifer.

Mori wrapped his arms around me from behind, unbuttoning my shirt slowly, putting on a show for our audience. His lips brushed my ear and he murmured quietly, “Are you okay with Adam being there? They always ask a supe to sit in just in case of any issues. But if you’re not comfortable, I can ask for someone we don’t know.”

“Nah.” I winked at Adam, who gave me a lazy salute in return. “Let him see how a real demon fucks.”

From the middle finger he sent my way, there were microphones in here. That knowledge sent another frisson of excitement through me. “Hurry up and get me naked, lumbersnack.”

He pinched my nipple, drawing a hiss from me. “Patience, brat.”

Ha. Seven years together and he still hadn’t learned that that wasn’t a word in my vocabulary. “Or you’ll what?”

A band of fire appeared around my throat, not burning me, just gently squeezing. “Or I’ll be forced to punish you before we get started.”

Adam smirked at that. One of the humans was already jacking off, his hungry eyes devouring my now naked chest. I hoped he had good staying power, because there was no way either of us was going to make this fast.

Mori slowly stripped me, his big hands tugging and teasing at every sensitive spot. After seven years, he knew them all. His mouth caressed and sucked at the back of my neck. My ears. My shoulders. Whatever he could reach. Normally I’d want his eyes on me, but tonight I had the eyes of others. Their desire, their wanton lust had me flying higher than ever before.

When I was naked, Mori reached around to tug on my balls. I hissed, precum shooting from my cock. “Want to show them one of your special skills?”

I smiled coyly over my shoulder. “Which in particular did you have in mind?”

Mori didn’t answer with his words. He lifted me off the floor and dropped me on the bed. It was soft, the linens clearly fresh.

Best of all, it was high. The perfect height for me to drape my head off.

And for Mori to fuck my throat.

He unbuckled his belt, his fierce gaze fixed on me. “On your back, brat. Hands in the air.”

I sprang to obey him. He might call me a brat, but I was too amped up to actually do any bratting tonight. I wanted to obey. I wanted Mori to own me and wreck me. To show our audience that while they could look all they wanted, they could never touch me.

That was a privilege reserved for my mate alone.

He fastened his belt tightly around my wrists, knowing my pain threshold could take it. He let go and hauled me into position, moving me like I was nothing more than a rag doll. A toy for him to use and play with.

I fucking loved it.

When he was done, my head was hanging off the edge of the bed along with my arms. My bound hands hung in mid-air, swaying slightly.

I was completely helpless. Well, not completely. I knew that if Mori felt the tiniest hesitation in the bond, he’d stop immediately.

My mate would never hurt me. My happiness and safety came above all else. It was how I was able to fully relax with him, in a way I hadn’t been able to with anyone before.

Mori was my mate. The other half of my soul

“Open up, Riv.” His voice was like gravel as he tapped on my chin. I obliged, stretching my mouth wide to accommodate him. I darted a glance at the glass to see all of the humans touching themselves. Adam, however, was just watching us intently, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his fists.

Mori freed his cock from his jeans and my mouth started to water. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get that inside me. Any part of me, to be honest.

“Hold your breath, brat.” That was all the warning he gave me before plunging right down my throat. My eyes streamed, my legs flexing automatically as I fought past my gag reflex.

It only took a second. It was barely there as it was. Deep throating Mori was still one of my favourite activities.

“Fuck, Riv,” Mori groaned. He put his hands on either side of my shoulders, bracing his weight there. “Ready for more?”

I gargled a noise that was meant to be an affirmative. Bit difficult to be articulate given my mouth was otherwise engaged, but fortunately, Mori understood. Using the bed as leverage, he pistoned his hips forwards and back, fucking my throat. He was relentless, only pausing every minute or so so I could breathe.

As for me? I was a wreck, just as I’d hoped. Saliva and tears mixed on my face, creating an unholy mess. My arms swung uselessly as Mori used my body. The best thing was knowing people were watching us though. That they were getting off on what we were doing.

Mori gave a low groan and the bond thrummed. He was getting close. Fuck, I was torn between loving having my wrists bound and wanting to touch him.

My own cock was needy and aching. I wasn’t worried. Mori never left me unsatisfied.

“Riv,” he panted, “hang on.”

He withdrew and I scowled up at him. “Why’d you stop?”

The rasp in my voice had someone groaning behind the glass. I glanced over to see that one of the humans had come already, the others not far behind.

Adam still hadn’t touched himself.

“Be patient.” Mori scolded me, flicking my chin. “I’m just readjusting so I can do this.”

He moved me back slightly so I was still hanging off the bed, but only just, then he crowded in close. Before I could ask what he was up to, his shaft filled my mouth once more, stealing my ability to speak.

Seconds later, my question was answered as Mori leaned forwards and swallowed my needy cock whole.

I moaned loudly around Mori, my hips instantly thrusting upwards as I sought more. More touch. More heat. More friction. To his credit, Mori didn’t gag once. He just sucked me off like a machine, exactly the way he knew I liked it.

Lust was building rapidly in the bond now, tugging us both towards the inevitable end. I wasn’t sure which of us was driving it either, we were just along for the ride.

Mori fell first, the familiar taste of him filling my mouth as I swallowed rapidly. I followed him almost instantly, thrusting up once more as my vision whitened out.

My mate planted a kiss on the crown of my softening dick before carefully extracting himself from my mouth. Using the belt, he lifted me easily until I was sat on the bed.

“Thanks,” I said as he held a bottle of water to my mouth for me to drink.

“Want to carry on?” he asked quietly. Too quietly for the microphones to detect. “Or do you want to stop? I don’t mind.”

I winked at him. “I’m not calling time if you aren’t, old man.”

His grin turned into something predatory. “Oh, you’re asking for it now, brat.”

That’s how I found myself on my knees, tied to the end of the bed using Mori’s belt and screaming as he fucked me relentlessly from behind. He’d rimmed me first, making sure to position me so our audience could see exactly what caused each and every one of my moans.

And, when I was ready for him, he’d entered me as swiftly as he had my mouth. Thankfully, I was well used to taking him now. His girth was a familiar friend, one that drove me fucking insane as he hammered against my prostate.

Two of the humans had come now, but all three were still captivated by the performance we were putting on. Adam’s cock had finally appeared too, his hand idly stroking it as my cries got louder and louder.

“Look at them all, Riv,” Mori panted in my ear, lifting my chin to turn my face towards the window. “All of them are watching me fucking own you. Do you like that? Do you like having their eyes on you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last. From what I felt in the bond, neither was Mori. “So fucking hot.”

“Then come, Riv,” he grunted, slamming home. “Come for me, baby.”

My release hit me like a train, my throat constricting as I cried out. Cum sprayed over my stomach. My thighs. My chest.

Then Mori was coming too. His fingers dug into my hips so hard that I was glad I was immortal.

Our panting breaths filled the air. Mori collapsed on my back, pressing a kiss to my sweat-slicked skin. “Happy anniversary, Riv.”

My lips curled up in a grin. “Happy anniversary, lumbersnack.”