Page 61 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)

Micca

I hadn’t considered that Bran would be expecting an invitation to my wedding, but when Aaron gave me a heads up about it, I paid a special supernatural courier to hand deliver one with all the necessary pomp and circumstance within hours.

Some people you never, ever, want to slight, and Bran fell into that category.

I added a handwritten note that it was a sunset wedding, and I knew he likely couldn’t be outside for that part of it, but I hoped he could find a way to attend so he could join us for the reception, and possibly the evening hours the rest of the weekend.

Early Friday, we rode to the lodge in a Drake helicopter with Nathan driving or piloting or whatever you call it.

It was a beautiful day, and Saturday night promised to be the ideal weather for a wedding.

Tonight was a fancy dinner inside followed by wine, cheese, and other snacks on the sunset lawn two hours later.

A laidback evening with friends, and I was looking forward to it.

Drake was handling security, so we knew there’d be no wedding crashers. As far as we knew, none of the gossipmongers had a clue, but just in case, there was security at the gate and on the perimeter.

I’d visited the lodge once, flown in by Heather on a slower helicopter, though it was still a whole lot faster than driving.

The facilities were exceptional in every way, and I was beyond excited about our weekend, and our honeymoon.

The first week on a private BDSM island, where Davy could be naked everywhere, even in the restaurants.

He could even be bound and flogged in most public places, if we wanted.

And then a regular honeymoon on a different Caribbean Island, relaxing on the beach in between rounds of sex.

Then the rest of the planet. And yes, we were starting in Europe and ending in Hawaii, with dozens of stops between. I couldn’t wait.

But first, our wedding weekend.

* * * *

Davy

My dick was free, boot camp was over, and I’d never been more in love with my two Masters. The lodge’s master suite was huge, and there were windows everywhere showing us the incredible views. We were on the top floor, though, so Master felt it would be fine for me to be naked in our suite.

We hadn’t had sex in a week. None of us. So even though my cock cage had been off for two days, I hadn’t had an orgasm in twenty-three days.

Master had changed his will and let us read it. If something happened to him, Micca and I would own all the songs he released as himself, while the Mythic Beast band members would control all the work they’d released as a band, though Davy and I would get a quarter of any future royalties.

Technically, Micca and I would own a fifty-fifty share of a corporation that owned all his original work, the Beast Castle, all his cars, and a variety of other things.

He’d also leave both of us a hundred million dollars.

The band members would get all the equipment in the practice room and recording studio, and there was a note that he hoped we would let them live in the mansion as long as they wished, but if they needed to go, there were things they could take with them.

He'd done that a month earlier, long before the wedding, but it was on my mind this morning because it once again struck me how hard he’d worked to be fair.

He’d leave Angie, his house manager, two million dollars.

And he’d been clear that, whatever funds were left over after everyone got their share, half went to the RTMC’s pet charity, a women and children’s shelter, some went to Sam Levi’s charity, where she goes around the country training the people who teach women her basic self-defense techniques, and the rest was divided into his other pet charities, including a scholarship fund for any child who goes to his old high school with a GPA of at least three point five.

He’d been doing that one for years, and he made sure there was enough money for it to continue.

What I didn’t know, however, was that he’d started the same thing at my old high school, but in my name instead of his, and I was touched.

How long had Master spent thinking the changes to his will through and talking to his lawyers? I had no idea, but I wanted to cry on this Saturday morning, thinking of how thoughtful my Master is.

“What’s wrong, Davy?” Micca asked, her arms coming around me from behind since I was between my Masters this morning.

I shook my head because nothing was wrong, but I had to answer her honestly, so I told her, “Nothing’s wrong, Sir, I’m just thinking of Master’s will, and how thoughtful and fair he was.

Beyond fair, actually. He’s that way with everything, isn’t he?

Thoughtful, caring. Just an all-around good person. ”

“I’m still alive, you know, and I can hear you.

” He was turned away from me, and he rolled over and held me as well.

“No thinking of me dead on our wedding day, and that’s an order.

I’m fine, and I’m going to be fine. I let the two of you read the will so you’ll know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you’ll both be okay no matter what.

” He gave me a quick peck on the lips. “And that, while our government will only let me marry one of you, and while one of you is my partner and the other is my slave, I don’t love one of you more than the other.

Different, yes, like grapes and broccoli, but I don’t love one of you more. ”

He'd explained the grapes and broccoli thing before. His favorite fruit and his favorite vegetable. Both are important in his life for different reasons. Sometimes he prefers one over the other, but he values both in his life exactly the same.

In fact, Micca had both available as finger foods at the reception because Matty had been so big on being symbolic with as much as possible.

The three masks we’d worn when Master had proposed to Sir had been put together in a pretty little display and then recreated a couple dozen times in different sizes, so they were all over the reception hall, an image had been on the invitations, and several were on the railing lining the area where the wedding ceremony would be, outside, with amazing views all around us.

Also, Master had once told us about this apple stack cake dessert his mom had made when he was growing up, and I researched it and found out it’s actually called an apple stack cake.

I’d watched some YouTube videos about it, and I’d made it for Master.

He’d gotten so emotional I thought I’d fucked up, but he’d hugged me and thanked me through his tears.

I made it for him now when I thought he needed comfort food, and it no longer made him super-emotional, so Micca had one of them for the reception food, too.

Well, two, actually. The second would be brought out when the three of us were ready to eat, to make sure there would be some for Master if the first one was eaten before we got around to the food.

Micca got out of bed and went to the bathroom, and she put a robe on and stopped in front of a window when she came out. “How many bikers did we invite? That’s a lot of motorcycles.”

A lodge employee told us the bikers had drawn a lot of attention on their way through Highlands, and I didn’t doubt it.

The guest list had kind of gotten away from us, with all three of us adding people not on the original list.

“Nine, Sir. Razor let Matty ride his own bike, and Animal rode his with them, so that would make eleven bikes.”

“I count twelve.”

I smiled at that, and explained, “Angelica was lobbying hard to ride her own bike and not have to be on the back of Bash’s.

Maybe he let her.” Talking about them reminded me of werewolves, and that reminded me of vampires.

I knew some were coming, but they weren’t staying at the lodge, and I wondered if Micca knew more.

“We ended up with four vampires, and they’re all staying nearby somewhere, but not here. ”

She nodded. “Bran has some kind of super-duper sunscreen he can wear for special occasions, but he won’t exit his sunproof limo until the ceremony starts.

Hailey, too. The rest are Strigorii, so we won’t see them until the sun is down.

” She turned away from the view to look at us.

“Did I tell you what Kirsten did last night? She saw the hourglass in the little arrangement on the table that will hold the cake, and she popped to Alfheim and got the hourglass we used to keep track of the time while we were there, popped back with it, and traded out the one in the arrangement with the real one. We need to make sure we get it before we leave, so it can go somewhere in the Beast Castle.”

“The masks are going to hang in our bedroom, so maybe the hourglass should go on a nearby shelf?” It seemed like a private thing, and that reminded me of meeting Benji. “Did any of us know Silver has a brother? He seems really nice.”

“I didn’t,” Will said. “I’m glad she’s comfortable enough with all of us to introduce him.”

“Him calling her Jules doesn’t really answer any questions,” Micca said. “Julie, Julia? Julian, Julius?”

Master gave her a look that clearly meant he wasn’t pleased, and Micca glared right back at him.

“I’m allowed some behind-closed-doors curiosity!

” She crossed her arms. “I’d never say that where anyone else could hear, and I know it’s none of my business, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still be curious. ”

Master must’ve decided to change the subject, because he said, “I know we agreed to this crazy idea of no sex for a week, but damn do I want to feel our boy’s mouth on my dick.” He rolled out of bed and stood. “If I can’t fuck, I want to eat. How long until breakfast?”

“It’s at ten, Master,” I said. “What time is it now?” We had an alarm set for nine, so it was earlier than that.

He lifted his phone and set it back down. “We have an hour and twenty minutes. Damn . Let's get ready and head to the main building to see if any of our early-riser guests are there, enjoying the coffee.”

“Permission to get a shower, Master?”

“After me, because if you join me in there all naked and sexy, I’ll end up finding the back of your throat no matter the crazy idea I agreed to during a moment of insanity.

” He walked into the bathroom butt-assed naked, his cock rock hard, and said, “No rules against me beating off. You, however, will just have to suffer. Change out the stainless plug for the big purple one.”

“Excellent,” Sir said. “I’ll put it in for you. Get it from the suitcase and bend over the bed, slaveboy.”

She paddled my ass until it was bright red after she crammed the huge plug up my ass. Not enough to bring me to tears, but there was no doubt I felt it.

When it was time for me to get into the shower, my cock was standing proud and throbbing . My mind went back to the whole money thing, thinking maybe I could get my cock to deflate if I got my mind off the plug and how hot my ass was after the paddling.

I’d asked to make some changes to my contract a few days earlier. A trip to the storage room with Master and Sir, and I’d told Master I didn’t want to have my own money anymore. I wanted to be a slave in every way, and that meant what I made went to him and Sir, not to me.

I’d had a small list of things to ask for, and Sir noted that every request would push me more towards a total slave. “Most Masters have to deal with slaves who want more privileges. You’re asking for less.”

I’d shrugged. “Sometimes it feels like the two of you are being more lenient because you love me, and that’s what I want, the whole beloved slave thing, but I also don’t want to feel like either of you aren’t enjoying me as much as…

” I shrugged. “I don’t want to create more work for my Masters, so, no extra rules unless it’s something one or both of you want to add. ”

“I’m probably guilty of that at times,” Sir said, and she’d shrugged before adding, “But I’m not going to change. Sometimes I’m harder on you because I love you, other times I give you some leniency. You’ll just have to deal with it.”

Master had smiled at her, and then looked back to me with his face serious.

“We will discuss you quitting your job when we decide to add kids to our little family. Until then, I believe it’s healthy for you to have a little of your own life, outside of our home.

We might look into you taking more time off for the band’s next tour, so you can spend more time with me.

Maybe a month with me and then a month back here, but that’s a discussion for later.

” He’d sighed. “Actually, all of this is a discussion for later. Your requests are noted, but we have too much going on right now to decide big stuff. We’ll talk again when we return from our honeymoon. I’ll put it on our calendar.”

And he had. The day after we returned, he had the three of us slotted for a three-hour meeting in the turret — meaning he’d be telling me his decision and not negotiating with me, and that was a relief.

I didn’t want to go back to the storage room to negotiate anything.

I’d made my requests, and whether I got new rules or not would be up to Master.

I’d fought so hard to keep some autonomy when we first got together, would he let me hand it all over?

Master won’t let me pay for anything. Not the clothes he buys me, or groceries, or even my car insurance, since he said it’s so expensive on the car he bought me.

Would he see this as me trying to contribute to the household?

I didn’t know, and he hadn’t given me any clues, just that we had too much happening right before the wedding — which I couldn’t argue with.

My cock was still hard as a rock when I got out of the shower. That line of thought hadn’t helped me think of things besides slavery and sex.

“Oh, it looks like someone needs his balls iced,” Sir said when I walked out, and my cock throbbed even more with the threat.

She was right, though. The jeans Master had picked for me to wear would broadcast my hard-on to everyone. I hate having my balls iced, but I stood quietly and let her do it.

Okay, so it was mostly quiet, since there were a few gasps and yelps when they were first submerged in the ice water.