Page 27 of Stormbringer (Tracthesian Academy #1)

J arred was holding one full bag of groceries and another with everything a quick internet search recommended for a spa experience at home. His backpack had all the other essentials for this night, like lube, cock rings, and vibrators.

He knocked at Wayla’s door and waited, then knocked again. It was utterly silent until the door opened. Wayla’s moan filled the air, and he barely noticed Ginny stepping out of the way as he barreled inside.

“I activated our barrier spell, so the apartment is soundproofed,” was the first thing Ginny said as she closed the door.

“Not just her room?”

Ginny shrugged. “We had the barrier in place, and I have earplugs.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.” Ginny grinned. “You can leave the food stuff for me. I’ll put it away.”

Jarred thrust the bag at her. “Thank you,” he said, this time earnestly.

“Go,” Ginny shooed him. “Take care of her.”

Jarred didn’t wait to be told twice and headed over. As soon as he was through the door, he took in the scene. Hellion was sitting on a chair by the bed, panting and dick half-hard. Marc was cradling Wayla in his arms like a breakable treasure and fucking her with slow, measured strokes.

His bulk over her smaller frame drove home how small she really was compared to all of them. Marc was the shortest of them, and he still stood a half a head taller than her, and twice as wide. Not that Wayla was complaining, based on the way she clawed his shoulders with every thrust.

“You need a snack?” Jarred asked Hellion, who took a deep breath and shook his head.

“I’m good.”

“Great. Then get your ass up from that chair and help me set things up.”

“Set what up?” He looked truly baffled, and Jarred groaned. Thank gods it had been Marc to call him.

“The mood, idiot.” Jarred turned on a playlist on his phone and connected it to a speaker. He didn’t have any idea what kind of music Wayla liked, but this was a recommendation from the spa site, and that was the one he was going with until told otherwise.

Wayla’s moans sounded nice on top of the gentle instrumental music, at least to his ear. Hellion’s eyes widened, and then he got up as Jarred started pulling out the candles from the bag.

“Spread these out and light them.”

Hellion did as he was asked, but when he was about to light the candle with a spell, Jarred growled.

“Use a lighter.”

“Oh, right,” Hellion mumbled and then looked at Jarred pleadingly. “Please tell me she melts your brain, too?”

“Mm,” Jarred replied, and made sure they had towels easily at hand and arranged the massage oils and lubes at the edge of the table. When he pulled out the cock ring that had the vibrator attached, Hellion’s eyes widened.

“Damn, man. You came prepared.”

“We went shopping today,” Jarred replied and then pulled his shirt over his head. He noticed a half-empty drink bottle on the table and dumped its contents into a mug that had a lid and a straw. He’d get ice on the next round.

Wayla’s small shriek pulled his attention back to her. His cock, already hardening, took notice too. Marc was still keeping his pace steady, but his hand was now playing with her breast and tweaking her nipple.

“It’s all right, sparkle,” Marc murmured to her. “Let it come, I’ve got you.”

Wayla thrashed and shook her head, even as her back bowed and another hoarse shriek came out. Jarred found himself kneeling by the bed. As soon as she slumped back to the bed, he leaned over.

“Drink, precious,” he coaxed her.

Wayla’s eyes opened sluggishly, but she took a drink when he pushed the straw against her lips. “Hi, pet,” she mumbled and then drank some more.

“Hi, precious,” he replied. “Feel like eating anything yet?”

“Your cock,” she said. Jarred’s laughter died in his throat when her eyes opened again and narrowed. “Why aren’t you naked yet?”

“In case I needed to get you something to eat, precious.”

“Fine. I don’t. Get in here.”

“Bossy,” Hellion remarked behind him, and Jarred glared over his shoulder.

“If you have a problem with that, get out.”

Hellion lifted his hands in the air and took a half-step back. “It was a compliment.”

“Pet!” Wayla’s snapping voice made Jarred’s head whip around. “Naked. Now.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Fuck. Why is that so hot?” Hellion asked the room in general. No one answered him as Jarred stripped out of his jeans. Anticipation ran in his veins as he waited for Wayla to notice the cock ring he had slipped on before leaving the house.

Her reaction didn’t disappoint. Wayla licked her lips as she stared at the deep purple ring that had a tongue-like attachment. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to his.

“I didn’t expect us to test that out quite like this,” she whispered.

“I don’t mind,” Jarred assured her. Wayla nodded.

“Turn it around, so it’s cupping your balls.”

Jarred reached for the edible lube and rubbed it around his base and balls, before twisting the ring around. Now the tongue appendage was probing his balls.

“Turn it on,” Wayla purred. When he clicked the button to bring the thing to life, she sighed. “Good pet. Now get on the bed.”