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Discipline

D espite her brave face in front of Teddy’s parents, our girl is as jumpy as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Her eyes keep darting around, watching the people as they stare at us. Saoirse’s choice of costume was brilliant, but the dissonance between our getup and everyone else’s only underlines that we are different.

Supes in the Hollow live a very heteronormative existence—probably because of the towns deal to place the kids. No one ever made a big deal about Prez and me, nor did they say anything about the Mayor, but that wasn’t thrust in their face all the time. Even though shifters have multiple mates in other conclaves, the Hollow’s conservative atmosphere makes us seem out of the ordinary. The infamy surrounding Jolene and Teddy’s family connections doesn’t help, either.

I know my sugarplum doesn’t care what they think, but she also doesn’t like them treating her like shit because of their opinions. It makes her angry because she believes they will treat us poorly. She isn’t ready to admit how she feels, and I know that has to stem from a past trauma. The four of us talked after the visit to State U and we agreed to let her lead the discussion until she’s comfortable.

She’s tapping her foot, her arms crossed over her chest as the elites and debutantes mingle on the floor. They’ll start dancing soon, and I know the formal part of this will be hard for her. I look over at Teddy, catching his eye as he sips his bourbon. His lips curve and I flush, tilting my head towards the hallway to the back rooms. He elbows Prez before leaning in to whisper in his ear. The two of them converse for a moment and then my darling doc turns to Doyle.

While they converse, I walk up behind our girl, whispering in her ear. “Follow me, sugarplum. I have something to show you.”

“You do?” she asks curiously.

Excellent. Distraction was my aim and I think I hit my target. “I do. Come with me.”

I hold my hand out, grasping hers as I lead her through the crowd. People stare at me, but I’m not shy about my body. Nudity isn’t a big deal to my people and I don’t care what anyone but my family thinks. Sugarplum glares at the women and it makes me grin. She’s getting closer to admitting her feelings every day.

When we reach the back hallway, I turn to look at her. “They don’t show you these rooms when you come through here to school. This area is only accessible once you come back as an adult.”

I let go of her hand, pressing my fingers to the biometric pad. Her eyes widen as the lock clicks and the door swings open. She follows me past the row of closed doors until we reach the one at the very end. Pausing, I wink at her as I show her into the library. Jolene’s gasp is reward enough when she sees the interior.

Whistler’s Hollow Junior Society headquarters houses the town’s most valuable times in a two story room that makes most libraries look small. Ladders climb to the ceiling on shiny golden rails in front of shelves full of first editions and historical texts from around the world.

Of course, the level below the building contains a vast collection of Society volumes, but that is only accessible through the tunnels under the town. Those have to be entered through the meeting place, and she hasn’t been inducted yet. But that doesn’t matter, because the majesty of this level is enough to make her squeal in excitement.

“Wolfie, this is amazing!” she cries, throwing her arms around my neck.

“I know. They have built it over hundreds of years.” I watch her explore, listening closely to the change in music in the main ballroom we just left. The presentation music is starting and I want to keep her occupied through the debs’ dances. I know that was the scene of her humiliation all those years ago, and she doesn’t need to relive it.

“Ahem.”

Sugarplum turns to look at Teddy with a beam of excitement. “Teddy, look at this place! Books two stories high, ladders, thick carpet, big chairs… it’s gorgeous.”

He chuckles, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. “It’s something, that’s for sure. Looks like the Pup had the right idea bringing you back here.”

“This is every girl’s Beauty that’s how good this is!”

I wince. “Don’t get carried away, sugarplum. We don’t want people knowing we’re back here.” Also, her singing is like someone is strangling a cat, and I have the most sensitive ears of all of us.

Eyes narrowing, she stomps over to one of the tall ladders, climbing up and swinging her arms until it slides along the wall. “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that, darling boy.”

Teddy gives me a bemused look, his heels clicking on the parquet floor as he heads over to her. “Tilly, you shouldn’t start something you don’t intend to finish.”

She climbs a little higher on the ladder and wraps one leg around it. Her back arches as she hangs off it like a pole dancer and pouts. “Maybe I intend to finish it. Are these rooms soundproof? Can you even get out of that getup, Teddy Bear?”

Oooh, now she’s pushing. She’s crazy if she thinks Edgar is going to back down from a challenge like that. His scent changes, and he smirks at me. We know what these rooms in the back are like—we have used them for function and form for many years. Sugarplum has no idea how they’re equipped and we do. Business upfront and playtime hidden beneath is almost the motto of the supes in the Society.

“Pup, our girl wants to play. I think I’d like to accommodate her—this time. I’ll get the party favors and you go warm her up.” His eyes flash black and my cock hardens so fast it hurts.

Since he and Prez marked me, I’m instantly ready when they use the ‘tone’. I don’t know if that’s because I’ve been claimed three times or if it’s a function of the mate bond. It’s different with my sugarplum because her supe sides haven’t emerged enough to complete our bond. The small dusting of stars that formed along my Adonis belt is faint and you’d never see them amongst the tattoos if you didn’t know to look.

“Wolllllfffieeeee,” Jolene coos, bending impossibly far back until the ends of her hair touch the ground. “I’m waaaaiiiting…”

Holy fuck buckets. The crimson of her lips and her tits almost spilling out of the low cut costume is entrancing. I walk closer, licking my lips when I hear the dark growl from the other side of the room. Grinning to myself, I give my walk a little shake as I approach her, feeling his gaze on me as I go. A wall of lust fills the air and the temperature rises, telling me at least two parts of our lover are taking notice.

My hands land on her breasts, tugging them free of the neckline to flick my fingers over her nipples. She’s got new jewelry on them—shields with fangs and blood drop gems piercing through the center. It makes my gut tighten, and I lean down to nip at them. A moan of pleasure makes me grin, so I continue playing with them the way Prez showed me.

“ Drugar , you look stunning upside down and flushed. Give our pup some love as well. I want you both ready for me.”

I can hear him rooting through drawers, and I’m about to respond when I feel teeth pulling the tiny gold briefs down. Sucking in a breath, I use one hand to hold myself up and the other to run up her thigh. Before I can reach her pussy, she’s wrapping those cherry red lips around my cock and swallowing me down. I don’t know what the fuck she did in the past, but a Cirque du Soleil-style upside-down blowjob is pretty impressive.

My hips thrust involuntarily as her tongue plays with my piercings, and I sink two fingers into the dripping wetness between her legs. Another moan vibrates over me as I circle her clit and bite down on her nipple hard. I have no idea how long we can do this, but the fog settling over me is making it hard to care. All I want to do is make her come while I fuck her mouth.

“Beautiful,” Teddy whispers, appearing behind me like a ninja.

The heat emanating from him mixes with desire and I roll my hips to move between my sugarplum’s mouth and the planes of his body behind me. The bite mark on my shoulder burns, and I struggle to keep my true nature contained. I know my ears have slipped—that’s always the first—and a tiny nip at one tip makes my cock kick. The swarthy man at my back has figured out it’s an unignorable turn-on for me, and he’s using it to push the level of ferocity in the room.

“She’s getting closer, Pup. You might lose control. What should I do about that?” he whispers, nipping again and chuckling when I shudder from head to toe.

Fuck if I know.

He’s claimed me, he’s touched me, and I’ve tasted him more times than I can count. Prez enjoys watching and my sugarplum likes to join in. I’ve been letting him lead since this is new to him. So I whimper softly, turning my head to look at him as I add a finger to make her moan around me again. “Please.”

“Oooh. I like when you beg me, Pup. Maybe you deserve a treat,” Teddy says before leaning in to kiss me hard. When he lifts his head, his hands slide down to squeeze my ass.

Sweet baby Hercules, I’m getting fucked and I have zero intention of stopping it.

Popping her lips free for a moment, Jolene pants against my skin. “I’m the one with the blood gushing into my brain, assholes. If you don’t flip the skirt up and make me scream, no one’s getting fucked.”

There’s a lot of rustling behind me, but I’m more entranced by our girl lifting her hands to grip my waist. Once she holds on tight, her left leg stretches up to wrap around the outside of the ladder, spreading her legs wider in front of my face. How in the fuck did she?—

Her breath is warm against my dick as she laughs. “I suppose you idiots could have asked if I’m a better dancer than I am a singer, but that’s your loss.”

“Not today it isn’t,” Teddy growls, his cock magically freed and rubbing against me in a way that makes my teeth sharpen. He knows he’s doing this and she can’t see, which makes it even more dangerous and hotter than fuck. His teeth nibble on the mark and I tremble. “Feast on our girl while I get you ready, Pup. We’ll punish her later for the omission.”

There’s so much sensory stimulation happening I can’t do much more than whimper, so I let him kick my legs apart further while I dive under her skirt. The crotchless panties I exploited earlier make it easy to lap up the juices flowing from her and just as she suckles again, two fingers coated in warm lube slide inside of me. I can’t stop myself, so I nip her clit firmly, knowing it’ll break the skin. She cries out around my dick and I know this is going to be loud and hard.

“That’s a good boy, Pup. Make her scream for us. She can’t see but she can feel and you know what to do. You’re aching to do your part, and I’ll make you howl for me.”

Jesus fucking Christ on bicycle, I’m not gonna survive this.

Teddy adds another finger and my sugarplum swallows me down so far that I wonder if she can breathe, but the humming vibration making my cock sing says she can. I know he says she can’t see, but I’m fairly certain she’s going to notice if my skin changes colors, but I don’t know if I can control it. My teeth scrape over her as I tease and suckle my way around her drenched sex, grinning when I feel the shivers.

Our girl is going to have fun once we can show her what each of us can really do when we’re not hiding behind the human guises. She likes a little rough in her stuff.

“Are you both ready to fly?” Teddy whispers in my ear. The gravelly tone lets me know he’s going to unleash a bit of his hound, and I almost lose my balance. I press my hips back into his hand and then rock into the hot warmth of my sugarplum’s mouth eagerly. His hands join Jolene’s at my waist and I feel the head of a hot, broad cock pushing against me.

Fuck yes, I am.

Sugarplum starts a deep, teeth scraping rhythm and I bury my face in her dripping pussy, lashing tongue and teeth over her. I almost scream when Teddy pushes his dick in because not only is he bigger than Prez, but the heat from his hound makes my eyes cross. Just when I think I’m going to explode before everyone else like a fucking teenager, the stretch starts and my eyes fly wide open.

“Teddy! What in everything unholy?—”

This time, he doesn’t laugh; he damn near roars. “ Drugar , hold on tight with those pretty thighs. This is gonna be rough.”

For once, she does as she’s told without a fight, squeezing my head as Teddy takes control of the rhythm, rocking us so hard and fast that the ladder creaks. It occurs to me it could break, but my eyes lose focus as the heat, fog, and a sprinkling of my magic fill the air with so much sensation that my thoughts scatter to the wind.

The orgasm that rockets through us makes the world melt and I can hear the sounds of pleasure, but I’m too far gone to make sense of it all. Teddy is the one howling like he’s calling a pack, and I think the trilling is me… but the shriek that shatters the barware set isn’t either of us.

When his hips finally slow and I lift my head, the muscled man who’s laid claim to both of us literally lifts us from the ladder, carrying the both of us to the wide flat couch. He lets sugarplum slither onto the cushions first before crashing us down and curling around us with a grunt that passes for a command.

There should be words here and I should make sure we say them, but we need a few to come back to Earth.

Also, I’m gonna need the wings to go back to where they belong. If I can figure out how with my brains scrambled.

They’re gonna kill us for letting them miss this shit; I know it.