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  Peyton was her name from what Tessa had said, and she and Hannah were glued together normally in classes and when playing. Guess being the only girls made the pair close.

  After lunch, I caught Lucy out in the hall as Tessa took the children to class.

  “Do you have a minute?” I asked as Lucy watched her two children continue on with Tessa.

  “Sure, everything okay?” Lucy frowned softly, and I led her to the library.

  “Everything’s fine, I just wanted to smooth things over with us. I’m sorry if I was asking too many questions earlier,” I said once we’d slipped into the room.

  Lucy sighed as she plopped down onto one of the armchairs, and I sat in the one across from her.

  “It’s fine. I’m sorry for getting defensive. It’s automatic,” she apologized, surprising me. “Losing my mates, well, it killed me inside. I wanted to die when I lost them all. But I knew they’d want me to continue on. So I did,” Lucy stated as she played with the hem of her floral green dress.

  “I’m sorry you lost them,” I said, giving her a sympathetic smile as she met my eyes.

  “Thanks. But I have my children now, they give me purpose. I’ll focus everything on them here on out,” Lucy said firmly. “I want them to have the best chance at life.”

  I nodded, astounded by the fierceness in her eyes and her clear drive. Her children really were her new lifeline, and she wasn’t about to give that up easily.

  She smiled at me, and I knew she was doing her best to rebuild herself after everything she’d been through.

  “Hey Sav…” She frowned at me as she bit her lip.

  “Yeah?”

  “Nothing. Don’t worry,” she said softly as she shook her head. But I could see that she was mulling something over.

  “You sure?” I checked. It was clear there was something she wanted to share with me.

  “Nah, it’s fine. Another time. I’ll go see if Tessa needs any help with the kids,” Lucy said, her mouth curving upwards as she rose from the armchair. “Thank you though, for everything. I know it was thanks to you that we’re all free now. We owe you for that.”

  “No you don’t. Just knowing you all have a chance at normal lives is enough,” I said as I stood.

  I was still sure there was something she was keeping from me, but I didn’t push. I didn’t want to risk ruining the fragile relationship we had at the moment.

  Instead, I watched her head off as I wondered how things were going on the Collector front.

  23

  Tristan.

  I lounged against the pillows on Sav’s bed as Dominic and Sav sat on the edge of the bed. Savage was being the perfect subject as Dominic carefully did her nails.

  “I got my nails done for the first time when I was seventeen by a professional. Decided I wanted to learn how to do the same fancy nail art that they did,” Dom said in response to Sav asking what got him into nails.

  He’d never worn fake nails, but he did have nails naturally, and he did enjoy painting them every once in a while. Since things had settled down with Sav, he’d grown more comfortable again and had started it back up.

  Seeing Sav getting along with him so well put me at ease. The tension between them ever since she’d first come here had been an issue, but they’d overcome their differences, and Dom had accepted that Sav was my mate. But he was still someone I cared deeply for, and Sav was amazingly fine with allowing me to continue my relationship with Dom.

  I knew Nate had been intrigued by this, especially since the mating bond normally killed your desire towards any others, but Dom and I had history. Our feelings had remained the same despite the mating bond. Maybe it was thanks to me being demon-born too.

  “So, how’d you two end up… y’know,” Sav asked as Dom carefully painted her nails. She’d chosen a blood-red base with pink and white floral designs that he was carefully painting with the thin nail art brushes he had.

  Dom shot me a look, and I smirked, shrugging at him. I knew he was wondering if this was dangerous territory to enter, but it wasn’t.

  Sav was genuinely interested.

  “Well, I’m sure you know that Mr Oxley took Tristan in as a baby. He had another witch caretaker until he was in his teens,” Dominic began.

  “Old Regina, yep, charming old lass,” I snickered, and Dominic rolled his eyes. I remembered that old wench. Sure, she’d been my caretaker, but why Mr Oxley chose her was beyond me. Melinda was less sour than she’d been, and that was saying something. But then again, I was a demon-born, and I’d been a handful growing up.

  When I was only seventeen, she called it quits, saying she was sick of dealing with a shitty, stubborn brat. And she was getting too old for it anyway.

  I was old enough to take care of myself, as were the others who’d since come along, all three of the other guys.

  Sav was listening in to my inner monologue thankfully.

  “So anyway, I came along when Tristan just turned nineteen, and we hit it off. He ended up asking me for some help on setting up his ’special room’, which ended up being the dungeon,” Dom snickered, but his hands remained steady as he worked on my nails. “One thing led to another, a kiss was shared, and the… tension between us exploded,” Dom said carefully.

  “So you were the first one to test out the dungeon huh?” Sav smirked, and Dom’s mouth quirked up.

  “Guess so.”

  “He was my test subject for a few things,” I chuckled. “He was a much better caretaker than Regina, took care of certain… needs,” I said with a wink.

  “And you guys have been a thing since then?” I asked.

  “Yeah, sorta,” Dom shrugged. “We weren’t official, Tristan still had his fun with girls and the odd guy when he was away. I knew he needed more, but he always came back to me. I was fine with it until he became mated to you. I thought that would end everything, hence why I was a bit iffy,” he said sheepishly.

  “It hasn’t, and I don’t mind, you know that now though,” Sav checked.

  “Yeah, I know that now. And having you here has actually helped the guys come closer together, so I’m grateful,” Dom said softly as he inspected Sav’s nails. “All done,” he declared once he was satisfied.

  “They’re gorgeous, thank you,” Sav marveled over her fancy nails.

  “They do look amazing,” I admitted, causing them both to grin widely at me.

  I smirked at the pair of them as Dom began clearing away his nail polish bits and pieces.

  I cocked my head at the pair, imagining just how fun it’d be if Sav joined Dom and I in my dungeon one time.

  How I’d let Dom take me from behind as I had my way with Sav. There were a number of ways we could do that, although I knew they wouldn’t want to do anything with one another.

  But being sandwiched between the pair sure was enticing.

  I pushed the mental scene to Sav, causing her to whip her head up and stare at me, wide-eyed.

  Her mouth curved upwards as she watched my little scene play out in her mind.

  ‘Is that what you really want?’ she asked as she checked her nails, her eyebrow arching up as her mouth tugged at the corners.

  ‘To be shared by you both, hell yes,’ I stated.

  I could tell she was actually mulling over it, considering the possibility. That only excited me more.

  Would Dom be open to it though?

  ‘I think we’d have to work up to that, Dom might not be too eager for that, and I’m still deciding,’ Sav pushed into my mind.

  ‘I think it’d be wicked fun. I’ll have to see if Dom will consider it,’ I sent back.

  ‘Do you just want some backdoor play?’ she purred mentally, those wicked blue eyes catching mine.

  I groaned inwardly at the devilish look in her eye as Dom stood up.

  We were definitely having some dungeon fun tonight.

  ‘Maybe I’ll finally use that strap-on,’ she teased, and the thought of my wicked little kitsune brandishing the strap-on I ha
d in my dungeon made my cock stiffen instantly.

  ’That’s not exactly small!’ she gasped into my mind as she peeked the weapon I had.

  ‘Neither is Dom, I enjoy them large,’ I chuckled.

  Sav frowned, flicking her eyes to Dom as he carefully packed all his things into a small case.

  I knew she was super curious now about Dom’s dick, which weirded her out too.

  I snorted as she shook her head, appalled at her own wicked curiosity.

  My little kitsune, always keeping me entertained.

  24

  “So, what have you got planned for me?” I asked as I strode into Tristan’s dungeon room before him, eying the royal red heart-shaped headboard over the velvety red bed and assorted sex toys and bondage equipment all around the room.

  My eyes flicked to the butcher’s hook and the wooden table, bringing back fond memories.

  “Just a little wicked fun,” Tristan mused, his devilish smirk making hot tingles course through me as my lady parts reacted.

  He closed the gap between us, claiming my mouth in his as he guided me back towards the bed.

  I moaned as I wrapped my arms around him, relishing the feel of his body pressed against mine.

  My wicked demon-born.

  He broke the kiss as he guided me onto the bed, giving me a wicked grin.

  “Trust me?” he asked as he stood before me, looking all delicious and tempting as hell.

  “Always,” I breathed, rolling my eyes over those gorgeous brown eyes, down his angular jaw cover in a slight stubble, down his neck and toned, lean body.

  My eyes paused at the excitement bulging in his pants.

  I quivered as I licked my lips, imagining him bending me over and taking me on the bed.

  “Oh, that will happen, eventually,” he purred, his velvety smooth voice making my chest flutter as he gave me a tender kiss before pulling away, leaving me wanting more.

  “Now, strip for me,” he commanded.

  I arched a brow at him, but decided to humor him.

  Besides, I’d have my fun soon enough.

  I rose, swaying my hips as I gazed at him through hooded eyes, parting my lips softly as I began slowly twirling and pulling my shirt off.

  I gave him a small show, those dark eyes watching my every move with restrained desire.

  I sashayed out of my shorts, giving him a seductive smile as I danced my fingers up his chest.

  He smirked down at me, those dark eyes taking in every inch of me in my underwear.

  Just as he reached up to stroke my face and touch me, I twirled away from him, managing to unclasp my bra as elegantly as possible and toss it to him.

  He arched a brow as he caught it, and I continued to do a dance for him, twirling and rocking my hips as I held my arms up, giving him a good show of my boobs.

  Then I winked at him, bending over so my ass was facing his way as I slowly slid my panties off in a fluid motion.

  I heard his sharp intake of breath, and I smirked to myself as I rose up and twirled back to face him.

  “Good enough show?” I asked innocently, and he smirked at me as he closed the distance between us.

  “Should’ve been a stripper,” he chuckled as he kissed my neck and pulled my naked body hard against his.

  “Would’ve been fun,” I murmured as his lips trailed over my skin, sending heat right down between my legs.

  “You would’ve made a killing,” he stated, his warm breath washing over my skin before he nibbled on the sweet spot where my neck and shoulder met.

  I chuckled as I spun us so that he had his back to the bed, and then I shoved him onto it, drawing a sound of surprise from him.

  “Now, your turn to strip. We’re going to have a little fun,” I grinned wickedly as I eyed the room.

  Time to play with my little monster.

  I strode over to the wall, removing an interesting looking whip. A quick peek in Tristan’s mind revealed it to be a flogger’s whip. Poetic.

  I turned back, running the leather strands through my fingers as I arched a brow at Tristan.

  “Strip. Now.”

  He smirked at me as he began tugging his shirt off slowly, and I smiled smugly to myself as I enjoyed the tease.

  I eyed that toned, sexy body, imagining myself running my hands down it, tasting his gorgeous skin before having my way with him.

  “Stop,” I commanded when he went to remove his jeans. He froze, glancing at me with intrigue. I was surprised he was listening, but then again, he probably liked to be the one getting the abuse every once in a while.

  I strode around the room, wondering where I could find the special item I wanted, before a devilish thought hit me.

  “Get me the strap-on. And you’re going to put it on me,” I instructed as I turned back to him, whipping the flogger into my hand.

  His mouth curved upwards as he moved over to a set of drawers by the bed.

  He rummaged through it momentarily before returning with the decently sized strap-on.

  “Well, get to it,” I growled when he paused before me.

  Those eyes flashed with wicked delight as he knelt down before me, making me draw in a sharp breath at how close he was.

  I wouldn’t break though. I wanted to toy with him first.

  I relaxed as he set about putting the piece of equipment on me.

  Once he was done, I had to keep from sniggering at the size of my new black dick.

  Once you go black, you never go back.

  Tristan snorted at this, and I sniggered before regaining myself.

  “Now finish stripping and get me some lube,” I commanded.

  He obeyed, stripping slowly before wiggling that fine little ass at me as he rounded up some lube.

  “Bed, now,” I instructed as I walked over to the bed. “On all fours. Wait, scratch that, just on your stomach, legs over the side,” I rectified as I realized just how high the bed was.

  He obeyed, and I held the bottle of lube in my hand as I stood behind him.

  Well, I certainly hadn’t done this before, but it was never too late to learn.

  Besides, having him submitting to me, bending over for me, it was turning me on hardcore.

  I slathered a hefty amount of lube on the toy before splaying his butt, which caused his head to shoot up as I dumped dollops of lube on his puckered little soon-to-be wiener hole.

  He snorted at this, shuddering as the cold lube was smeared all over his rim, and I made sure to ease some inside of him with a finger.

  Well, that was the start sorted.

  Surely thrusting like a guy couldn’t be that hard.

  I positioned myself behind him, coaxing him into a slightly more raised position to make it easier.

  I gripped his ass cheeks, biting my lip gently as I inched forward, holding back a snicker at my newly lubed, black dick.

  If I’d taken Damien, Tristan could take this. Besides, why buy a toy you couldn’t take?

  I nudged his rear entrance gently, before slowly easing in as I rocked my hips forward.

  Tristan moaned as I slid into him, his back tensing with the sensation.

  I assumed he’d let me know if I needed to go slow or down or something. But I wasn’t going to lie, this certainly felt weird. But I wasn’t going to let it stop me.

  I was going to own his pretty little ass.

  I eased in slowly, surprised that he hadn’t needed any warming up. Guess he’d gotten used to it over the years.

  My black appendage sunk all the way in, and the soft sounds Tristan was making informed me I was doing something right.

  I pulled back out slowly, before thrusting in again gently.

  We continued this dance until I was giving him a good pounding, and his muscles were quivering as he clawed at the bed.

  So this was what fucking me was like. Sort of.

  Could he finish this way?

  I finally remembered the flogger, which I’d set on the bed as we’d gotten started, and I snatched it
up in one hand, my lip quirking upwards as I did a light thrash on his ass with it.

  He arched and moaned.

  “Again,” he hissed.

  Well, didn’t my little demon-born love to be the submissive one?

  I continued to whip him, increasing the strength behind each thrash as I continued to thrust into him.

  He drove back into me, beginning to hiss and moan louder.

  I continued my pace, flogging his now reddened cheeks harder.

  He cursed as he arched upwards, and I felt the sensations of his finish sweep through my mind, causing me to shudder.

  I eased out of him, allowing him to flop onto the bed.

  “Well, that was different,” I chuckled as I removed my slick strap-on before climbing onto the bed and nestling into his side.

  “Never thought you’d actually do it,” he mumbled as he drew in ragged breaths.

  “Well, I’m full of surprises. Didn’t take you as the submissive type either,” I noted.

  “I’m normally not, but you seemed to be keen for it, so I rolled with it. Felt pretty good actually,” he admitted softly as he rolled over to hover over me.

  “That’s good,” I smirked.

  “Now it’s your turn,” he stated as he dipped down to kiss me.

  “Think you can get that hard again?” I asked, already keen on how I wanted to finish.

  “Easily,” he quipped as he sunk his body down, kissing my neck before meeting my lips in a hungry kiss.

  He explored my body with kisses, nipping my nipples and playing with my boobs before finally sinking down between my legs.

  I shuddered as his warm breath caressed my inner thighs.

  Such a tease.

  I gasped as his tongue flicked out as he spread my legs, tasting my wetness before swirling it over my clit.

  “Someone’s keen,” he mused as he continued to tease me with his tongue.