Savage Satisfaction (12 page)

“Can I kiss her again?” Christoffer asked William.

Part of William wanted to say no, wanted to keep this
beautiful girl he was coming to love all to himself. But another part of him
took taboo pleasure in sharing her with Christoffer. Christoffer was no threat
to William because, like Mirela, Christoffer belonged to him.

“Yes.”

Christoffer immediately swooped down on Mirela, nipping and
sucking her neck until she turned her face to him.

William slipped his fingers down between the lips of her
sex. Now she was wet. He coated his fingers in her, then rubbed them under
Christoffer’s nose. Christoffer broke away from kissing Mirela long enough to
suck William’s fingers clean.

“That’s you he’s tasting,” William told Mirela.

“I wish I could see you,” she whispered.

“Bad girl,” William scolded, slapping her breast lightly,
“You know why you have to have the hood on.”

She moaned in pleasure at the slap and Christoffer chuckled.
“She liked that. I think she might be into some darker stuff.”

“I think you’re right. Would you like that, my falcon?”

“Wh-what?”

“If I bent you over my knee and paddled your bottom? Or
maybe I’ll have Christoffer do it for me.”

Mirela caught her lip. “I don’t want to be whipped.”

“It’s not a whipping. A spanking would be…play.”

“Oh.”

“Can you imagine it?” Christoffer whispered into her ear.
His blue eyes watched William. “I take you and bend you over my knee, hold you
down if you wiggle, and then I spank you.”

“Ohh.” It was a bare breath of sound and Mirela shifted foot
to foot.

William grabbed her thighs and lifted them around his waist.
He grabbed her ass, holding her up even as Christoffer grunted with the effort
of keeping her arms in place.

William flexed his hips, the head of his cock settling in
the groove of her sex, sliding up and down to bump her clit.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, dirty words from a girl who’d been a
virgin less than twenty-four hours ago.

William slid the head of his cock into her, mindful of the
fact she would be sore today.

“Do you like that?” Christoffer whispered in her ear, his
voice low and velvety. And though he spoke to Mirela his words washed over
William. “Do you like the feel of your Master’s…our Master’s cock in you? It
feels good, doesn’t it?”

William slid his cock into her in one long, smooth stroke.

“And your nipples, are they hard for him? I bet you wish he
was touching them, biting them, pinching them.”

William hiked her hips up and pulled out, then thrust in
again. She didn’t wince this time.

“And your lips, do they want his kiss? Or do they want to
feel his cock?”

William began to thrust in earnest, fucking her with an easy
rhythm. He loved the way she looked just now, her head tipped back, long
tendrils of dark hair stuck to her breasts by sweat.

“Have you sucked his cock? Was it hard but oh so soft?”

Mirela’s lips were parted, her tongue darting out to lick
dry lips. Each time he thrust she made a small squeaking noise. It was
unbearably sexy.

“He’s fucking you now. I can see his cock fucking you. It
must be torture not to be able to see him, see his big cock. It’s thick. I bet
it’s stretching your pussy.”

Through it all ran Christoffer’s low-voiced dirty talk.
William was far too English to talk dirty in the bedroom but he loved the way
Christoffer did it. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. He needed to shift
his hand so he could reach between her legs and touch her clit.

Or maybe…

William caught Christoffer’s eye and grinned. Christoffer’s
face was a study of arousal. William ground his cock into Mirela, pressing her
back into Christoffer. The wolf moaned in pleasure.

Capturing Mirela’s lips in a kiss, William slammed into her,
grinding her back into Christoffer’s cock, which was trapped between Mirela’s
ass and his own belly. William’s climax was fast approaching. He didn’t stop.
He swallowed down Mirela’s cries, felt her breasts rubbing against her chest,
felt her hot pussy around him. He opened his eyes, tracing a path from her
jingling jesses and bound hands to her hooded face.

She was beautiful in her bondage, more accepting of what
he’d done to her than he had any right to expect.

The visual stimulation was the last thing he needed to push
him over the edge. He slammed into her, his hips pistoning. Both Mirela and
Christoffer cried out at the force of his thrusts. William came, the orgasm
beginning deep in his belly. He thrust slowly, panting, to bring himself down.

Mirela’s bells jangled discontentedly. “God, faster,” she
demanded, clearly unhappy with his new pace.

He pulled out. Mirela froze. “I-I’m sorry. I did not mean to
be disobedient.” Her head swiveled to the side. “Christoffer?”

“Shh,” the wolf whispered. He knew what had happened, but
also seemed to somehow know that William’s finish was no accident. “Master has
a plan for you.”

William smiled with satisfaction. The wolf was very clever,
and coming to know William’s ways. “Mirela, if you would like to orgasm, to
come, you will have to beg Christoffer for it. Christoffer, please take my
falcon and clean her. Why don’t you shave her too?”

Christoffer trembled at the order to wash and shave
Mirela—an order from his Alpha. The falcon was precious to the Alpha, washing
her was a task that would be trusted to none but the Beta.

Christoffer was nearly exhausted from the emotions he’d been
through in the past hours—from anger and betrayal to grief and guilt at how
he’d hurt Mirela.

He dropped Mirela’s jesses and she pulled her arms into her
chest. William undid his bindings. Christoffer caught William looking at his
cock, which was dripping with pre-cum. He had a brief fantasy that William
would whisk him away and make love to him as he had last night, but William
only motioned for him to take control of Mirela.

Christoffer took her hand with his left, right hand on her back,
and led her out of her room into the shared sitting room beyond, then into the
bathroom. He was glad she couldn’t see him because he felt flush with shame.

He’d been awful to her—calling her a stupid animal. Yes, she
could be annoying, but she was suffering under a much stricter regime than he
had. Hadn’t he just attacked William? Yet he wasn’t being punished the way she
was.

Christoffer guided Mirela into the tub, then took off the
jesses on her ankles. Putting the plug in, he began filling it with warm water.
He wasn’t exactly sure how he should do this, since it wouldn’t be good to get
the leather mask wet, but her hair needed to be washed.

“Christoffer?”

“I’m here, just looking for stuff.” He hit the jackpot under
the sink. There was a neatly displayed basket of girly-looking bath
products—probably meant for show only, but he was going to use them.

“Do you really think I’m…stupid?”

Her question startled him so much he banged his head into
the underside of the cabinet. “Ouch. No, I didn’t mean that. I was angry.”

“But is it maybe true?”

“No, you’re not stupid. Why do you think that?”

“Because he does treat me like an animal.” Mirela shook her
wrists, setting the bells jangling.

“No, he treats you like a prized falcon, which you are.”

“But he treats you like a person.”

Christoffer’s heart ached for her. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t tell him,” she whispered, “because it will make him
angry with me, but I want to kill myself.”

“Mirela, why?” Dropping the bath supplies by the tub,
Christoffer turned off the taps and eased her down into a sitting position. Her
hair floated on top of the water like ribbons of oil.

“I have never gone so long without flying. My body feels
heavy and dead. I am all alone in here.” She touched her mask. “My mind feels
tired, and it’s better that way. I don’t have to think, all I do is obey him. I
eat when he wants, drinks when he wants. I wait for him whenever he’s not
there. If I let myself think I’d be mad by now.”

Christoffer braced his arms on the side of the tub, wrists
dangling. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t stop to imagine what it must be like. It all
seemed rather sexy and exciting when it happened.”

“I like the sex. When he was touching me I wasn’t sad. But
then he left and I was all alone in the dark. And he doesn’t talk to me, not
the way you do. All he wants is to order me about and call me his falcon.” She
grimaced.

Well, this is a huge clusterfuck.

Christoffer had seen the way William looked at her, with
longing and satisfaction. Seeing that look as William pumped into her had nearly
reignited Christoffer’s anger. But now it looked as if any feeling between
William and Mirela was very one-sided.

Christoffer loved William, who wanted him but didn’t love
him. William wanted, and maybe loved, Mirela, who wanted and obeyed him, but
didn’t have feelings for him.

Mirela laid her head against Christoffer’s forearm.

And Mirela had feelings for him.

“Oh hell,” he said, lifting her head. He awkwardly
positioned his hand under her neck and tipped her head back to wet her hair.
Once she figured out what he was doing, Mirela took over.

Christoffer tapped some shampoo into her palm. “We’re in
trouble.”

She froze. “Because I didn’t beg for sex? I’ll beg if I need
to. I just wanted someone to talk to.”

“No, we’re not in that kind of trouble. Sorry to scare you.
I didn’t really mean trouble. I just mean the situation is…messy.”

“Messy. Yes, it is. Did you enjoy it when you had sex with
him?”

Christoffer waited until she’d rinsed her hair before giving
her some conditioner and answering. “Is it weird for you to talk about it?”

“Should it be? I mean, we’re not like normal people who
marry and have children, are we? We’re a different kind of people, and we
belong to him anyway.”

Here he was, the well-sexed, well-traveled man having a
recent virgin tell him how to handle his non-standard sex life.

“You’re very smart, Mirela.”

She smiled. God, she was beautiful. “Thank you.”

The water seemed too soapy, so he helped her stand up and
then pulled the plug. He lifted the shower head down and rinsed out her hair, getting
water everywhere in the process. When the tub was full again he grabbed a razor
and looked at her legs dubiously. He knew William hadn’t been talking about her
legs, but they needed to be shaved.

“Do you think you can shave your legs yourself?”

“Yes, but won’t he be mad?”

“Uh, no. I’ll explain when you’re done.”

He used some of his own shaving foam, smoothing it over her
legs for her, then settled against the wall to watch. Mirela stroked the razor
over her legs, movements slow and gentle, being very careful since she couldn’t
see. Christoffer’s cock started to harden. He rubbed it, mindful of his balls,
which still ached from her grip. He had no idea watching a woman shave her legs
would be so sexy.

“So what’s it like out there?”

“You mean the grounds?”

“Yes, what sort of land is it? I saw the trees at the front.
Are there trees in the back? Meadows?”

“There’s a large lawn, and formal gardens with flowers on
the side. There’s forest behind that. Part of the forest is fenced off, and
there’s a herd of deer living inside the forest…”

Christoffer told her about his runs with William. She didn’t
ask what had happened to make William angry at him. Maybe because she hadn’t
been able to see she hadn’t understood the magnitude of what had been going on.
He didn’t tell her.

It would be torture to tell her he’d attacked William,
purposefully goading the horse to throw the lord, and yet he hadn’t been
punished the way she was still being punished.

How could he have been jealous of her, he wondered as he
watched her shave her other leg and then helped her do under her arms. He hated
that William seemed smitten with the pretty falcon, and yet after speaking to
her Christoffer realized that to William Mirela was just a pretty toy he wanted
to play with. Christoffer might be jealous of William’s feelings for her, but
he had no doubt that the trust and respect William had for him was far more
valuable. After all, he wasn’t in bondage and locked away.

Though they’d reached a tentative peace among the three of
them, Christoffer wondered what he’d feel—and do—if William ever started
treating them as equals.

He helped her from the bath. After several disastrous
attempts at wrapping her hair in a towel he let her take over.

“Time to shave you.”

“I did shave.”

“Uh, those aren’t the places he was talking about.”

Mirela’s hands crept tentatively to her upper lip and
Christoffer barked out a laugh. “No, you’re fine, you haven’t grown a mustache.
Lie down on this towel.”

Christoffer helped her to lie on a towel. He grabbed a hand towel,
the razor and shaving cream. He found a small scissors in his nail kit and set
that down too.

“Will you tell me what you’re doing?” she asked, voice
tight. “I hate not knowing.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to figure out what I need.” With
tools in place he dropped to his knees. Taking her smooth ankles in his hands,
he spread her knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Spread your legs,” he said.

She unlocked her legs, letting him spread them. Christoffer
positioned her legs with knees bent, feet flat, and lay down on his belly, head
near her sex. He placed his hand over the pelt of black hair. “This is what I’m
shaving.”

Mirela’s mouth formed an O.

He picked up the scissors, selected a small tuft and snipped
it off. She yelped and jumped the first few times. “I’m not hurting you,” he
said exasperated.

“I know.”

“Don’t move or I’ll tie you down.”