Page 9 of Sunrise (Monarch Club #3)

Vault

Knox fucks Sophie all over the suite. He switches from an animal to a god to a submissive pet and back again like some kind of sex-crazed shapeshifter. I can’t pull my gaze off them.

Is this what he endures when he watches Sophie and me together?

I know he’s done it before. Sat in my office, pulled up our room, saw how we play together.

I consented to the idea, but never really knew for sure if he showed up on those nights or not.

He never left evidence behind, nor brought it up.

Holy fuck, I can barely breathe.

He’s got her pinned under him on the bed. I zoom the fuck in for a better view, my dick hardening as he says, “You take this dick so fucking well, baby.”

Is he talking to her, or reminding me?

Earlier he looked at the camera and asked, “ Do you fucking miss this ?” and I’ve been a live wire ever since, with electric lust buzzing through my fucking veins. The currents make me dizzy with need.

My mouth runs dry when he stares at the camera and smiles. Entering her from behind, his head tips back in bliss as he pushes slowly into her again.

“God damn, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans.

The collar around his neck looks dynamite on him .

His tats are the icing on the cake.

Fucker got his nipple pierced too. I didn’t know that.

Knox has changed so much and yet not at all. Deep down, he’s still the same person I grew up with and spent most of my life with. The one I trust the most, even if I’ve led him to believe otherwise.

His kinks include praise, bondage, anal, primal, and light impact play, among some other fun things. He’s a switch, but prefers being a sub. I know because I created the app, K!nkLink, which he helped me with during its beta testing period.

But reading about it in a profile like a shopping list, and seeing it played out for real, is not the same.

I’m going to come if he keeps fucking her like this.

Jesus, they’re perfect together. She takes everything he gives, which is no small feat.

Her cries are music to my ears. I zoom in even more and my hand wraps around the fleshlight hidden in the back of my top drawer.

Yanking my pants down to my knees, I shamelessly drizzle lube all over my dick and fuck the silicone toy.

Mounting it to my desk with a discreet system I built a year ago, I fuck it fast and hard. My thrusts rock the goddamn desk.

“You like it when I fuck you?” Knox asks my girl.

“Yes,” I answer, as if he’s talking to me.

My hips jackhammer as I match his pace. My mind’s split in two: getting fucked by and fucking the same person. In one half of the fantasy, I have all the control. In the other half, I’m relinquishing it .

Next to my keyboard is a pair of Sophie’s panties. She dropped them off before heading into the Butterfly Suite. Gathering them into my fist, I bring the fabric to my nose and smell her delicious cunt.

Knox’s jaw tightens, the tendons in his neck nothing but taut ropes. He’s going to blow.

Sophie arches her back and screams my goddamn name. She comes so hard, she’s out of breath. Knox deadpans the fucking camera, his pace speeding up. Then he blows.

My dick jerks right along with him into the fleshlight and it feels like he’s watching me do it. I pitch forward, knocking my energy drink off the desk and can’t seem to stop my hips from thrusting a little more into the toy, letting it milk the last drops of cum from my body.

I’m so sensitive. So wired.

So messed up.

I should have joined them. That was probably my moment, and I lost it. I came with a toy, like usual, instead of going down the hall and participating in what was so obviously meant for me. I don’t care that Sophie told me to stay. I should have disobeyed.

Knox pulls out of Sophie and sighs, laying back on the bed. She giggles and rolls over, resting her hand on his thigh. They’re both breathing hard, like me.

“God, that was so good,” she says in only her thigh-high boots.

“I’m glad I pleased you, Mistress.”

Pulling my pants up, I don’t bother to clean off. Hell, I don’t even buckle my pants. Numbly, I leave the office and float towards their suite. It’s like a walk down death row. Lonely. Terrifying.

Final .

Bracing against the doorjamb, I suck in a harsh breath and blow it out. A panic attack could hit if I’m not mindful. It could hit even if I am.

Open the door .

All I have to do is turn the knob and push.

Open the door. Open the door .

I’m invited. They want me. I want them.

Open-the-door-open-the-door-open-the-door .

“Baby steps,” Ryker says from behind me. Heat flares in my cheeks because I can’t believe he’s this fucking close, seeing me at my worst, and I’m too weak to hide it.

This isn’t your worst , I remind myself. Knox saw that .

Ryker, out of all of us, knows how dangerous sex can be. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s hovering. “All because you go in…” He stands next to me. “Doesn’t mean you have to do anything.”

He’s right.

“You’re safe,” he reminds me.

Tears prick my eyes. “I know that.”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

I close my eyes and count to ten. I want to detach. Be a robot. I’m good at being a stone top for Butterflies, but I’m not a stone top with Sophie. And I was a bottom with Knox.

“Do you want what’s behind the door, Alex?”

“More than my next breath.”

“Then open it.”

“What if I crash out?”

Ryker leans against the wall and doesn’t speak until I finally look at him. “I’d follow Knox off a cliff. Do you know why?”

I shake my head.

“Because he’d catch me at the bottom.”

Ryker’s right. We’ve all been through some awful shit, and Knox has always held us together. He lifts us up when we can barely stand. Understands us in ways that no one else can. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for us.

For me .

My grip tightens on the knob, and I turn it.

“Push,” Ry whispers.

To settle my nerves, I practice breathing how Sophie taught me and open the motherfucking door.

???

They haven’t budged from the bed. Sophie rolls onto her stomach when she hears the door open. Her smile lights up the room. Dreamy and sated and stunning.

“There you are,” she reaches out for me.

Knox doesn’t move a muscle. Dick limp against his thigh, he watches me like an apex predator who’s not hungry, but not above letting a second meal go to waste either.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I’m almost a robot, but the numbness doesn’t kick in.

“How much did you enjoy it?”

I tear my gaze from Knox to address Sophie. “I came hard.”

“Let me taste you.”

As if she needs proof?

My belt isn’t buckled, and my pants stick to my dick when she pulls them down.

Taking my flaccid cock in her mouth, she rolls her tongue over it and groans.

My eyes lock onto Knox again. He swallows hard, not looking as Sophie sucks me, but staring at my face like he’s trying to make sure I’m okay. Reading my subtle cues and shit.

She pulls off me and crawls up to Knox. Prying his mouth open, she spits into his mouth and closes his jaw again. I watch him swallow.

I think I’m going to pass the fuck out.

How did we get here? How did we leap from one kind of love to another to… this ?

And how do I get it to last?

“Does Vault taste good?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Knox is back to glaring at me. “Extremely.”

“Better than me?”

“No, Mistress.”

“I think that’s a lie.” She slides off the bed and prowls towards me while I pull my pants back up. “Do you think that’s a lie, Vault?”

“He wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Now I think you’re both lying.” Sophie lowers me to my knees by pushing down on my shoulders. “If you want a taste, you may have one. In case you need a reminder of what’s down there.”

I gulp.

This particular creampie might be the greatest on earth.

She’s giving me a choice. If I want a taste, I can have one. I can also deny it. Either way, there are no hard feelings. The control is all mine.

Baby steps .

My tongue flicks out, and I lick her clit. She sucks in a little breath, reassuring me she likes it. I lick her again, my tongue starting a tiny bit lower this second time. She moans. I lick her again and again and—

Thick wet pleasure hits my mouth when his cum drips out of her cunt. Slowly backing off, I let it sit on my tongue for a heartbeat and swallow.

Chills run down my spine. I feel giddy and sick and confused. I want more but am afraid to take it.

“Do you want to taste him again?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You can.” She rests one leg on my shoulder and braces herself at the foot of the bed. “Go ahead.”

I don’t take baby steps with this next round. Shoving my tongue into her pussy, I twirl and suck and take all I can fucking get. Sophie groans and runs her hand through my hair. “That’s it. Feast on us.”

Gripping her thighs, I’m desperate to keep going. Sophie’s worked with me a lot to get me comfortable at giving control away. I’m a Dom for the other women, but not with her, so I know that in both roles, control is still there. Trust is key.

I trust Knox with my life.

I trust Sophie with it, too.

I’ve given them both my body, my heart, and if they want, they can have my fucked-up soul as well.

“Slow down,” she orders, pulling my hair just enough to give a warning. “We don’t have to rush.”

But if I don’t rush, I’ll regress. I’ll run. I’ll…

Sophie looks over her shoulder. “Knox, come over here.”

The bed groans a little as he gets off it to obey our Mistress. “Get on your knees next to Vault.”

He slams down on the floor beside me .

“Open your mouth.”

He’s like a bird, head tipped all the way back with his mouth gaping open.

“Do you want to lick me again, Vault?”

I know what she’s doing. Fuuuuck. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Would you like to spit in his mouth afterward?”

Jesus . “Yes, Mistress.”

“You may.”

My body tingles when I shove my mouth between her thighs again, lapping what I can from her pussy, and then I turn to Knox. He’s still in position, waiting patiently. That collar is begging for a leash. His nipple ring wants to be pulled.

“No touching until I say,” she warns when I reach over to him. I stand up and put my hands behind my back, then I lean over Knox and let thick, cum-soaked spit fall onto his waiting tongue.

“Swallow, pup.”

Knox closes his mouth and does what Sophie tells him.

“He obeys so well, doesn’t he?” She runs the back of her hand down his jawline.

I’m in awe. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Give him an order. See if my pup listens to you, too.”

My knees almost buckle.

We didn’t discuss any of this ahead of time. I don’t even know what safety system they have in place. Sophie and I use the color system, so unless she says otherwise, it’s safe to assume she uses that with him, too.

So will I .

Holding my middle finger out, my hand trembles. “Suck.”

Knox deadass stares at me while pulling my finger into his mouth, down to the last knuckle. He rolls his tongue over it, thoroughly. “Good boy.”

Sophie’s tone is sultry when she says, “He deserves a reward for that.”

“I agree.” My confidence finally makes an appearance. Shoving the same middle finger into Sophie’s pussy, I coat it with her cream and hold it back out for him. “Again.”

He takes the whole thing into his mouth, but this time he bites me. Not enough to hurt, but enough to fuck with my head.

Blood rushes to my dick.

“That’s going to cost you,” I warn.

Knox leans back and grins. “I sure fucking hope so.”