“Have you ever done this before?” he inquired, watching with me as Cian helped Akiva out of his shirt and harshly tied his hands together in front of him.
“Watched a lich get dominated by a vampire?” I quipped.
Indra smiled. “Indulged in the lifestyle.”
“No,” I admitted after a pause. “Aveline and I got into a club kind of like this once, a few years ago. It was her kink-awakening, I think. But I was living in a dorm, and the area was pretty conservative.”
“Do you think you like it?”
I considered that. “Yes,” I said finally, nodding at Cian. “What’s he going to do?”
Indra looked them over. “Bite him,” he said finally. “You’ll see.”
Honestly I wasn’t too sure how that was a punishment, since I’d seen how much the lich enjoyed being bitten the night before. But I didn’t say anything.
“Say you’re sorry,” Cian murmured, his face against Akiva’s neck. His hand cupped Akiva’s jaw sweetly and his bright eyes held mine. “Look her in the eye and apologize for how you’ve treated her.”
Akiva met my gaze, eyes shrewd. “No,” he told Cian, enjoying the word coming out of his mouth. Now they were both looking at me and I couldn’t help pressing my thighs together at the sudden surge of heat that went through me.
“Pity.” Cian smiled like he wasn’t surprised and trailed his lips over Akiva’s throat. Then he struck, and Akiva nearly fell to the ground as he cried out, knees buckling.
“He isn’t numbing the bite,” Indra explained. “It feels good, but it hurts when he does that.” His hand stroked over my tail and I was hyper aware of his touch as I watched.
“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. Cian did it again, whispering for Akiva to apologize as he bit the lich’s throat, not drinking his blood, and only lightly swiped his tongue over the marks to keep them from healing.
“Don’t you want me to make it feel good?” Cian breathed, his hand sliding down the front of Akiva’s pants. “Don’t you want that, my love?” I wanted that, and I wasn’t even the one being bitten.
“Yes,” Akiva breathed, eyes clouded. “Yes, Cian–“ he tried to rock his hips into Cian’s hand but the vampire wouldn’t let him; instead he bit him again and Akiva cried out.
“Then just tell her you’re sorry.”
Akiva shook his head until Cian’s nails dug into his skin and his bite deepened. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry George,“ he met my gaze with wild eyes. “I won’t do it again. I should’ve known you’d come; should’ve known-“ he shook when Cian’s bite changed and smiled into it, eyes closing.
They sank down to the floor, Cian holding him tight as he finally gave him the kind of bite he wanted. I watched them, eyes wide, and my fingers clenched in Indra’s short hair as my body tingled.
Then, suddenly, he let go and pushed Akiva forward, nearly causing him to fall on his face.
“Tell her,” he ordered. “And make her believe it.” His voice was sharp as he quickly undid Akiva’s bound hands, letting the lich crawl to me and wrap his hands around my boot.
“Forgive me?” he asked, running his mouth over my calf and up to the inside of my knee. “Won’t you, George?” My muscles twitched under his hand and I barely registered the question.
“Without enjoying yourself,” Cian barked, still standing behind him.
Akiva dropped his eyes, then went back to pressing kisses to my boots.
“I forgive you,” I said, voice small and breathy.
Indra grinned and Akiva straightened, his own smile returning.
“You let him off too easy,” Cian didn’t sound angry, and sat down again to draw Indra back into his lap. “He’ll be back at it within the hour and next time you get to put him on the floor.” He raised his brows, meeting my eyes, then looked down at Indra.
If I asked nicely, would Akiva put me on the floor?
The term puppy love came to mind as I watched Indra gaze up at him.
Akiva’s hands tightened slightly and he ran his hands up my calves, over my thigh highs, and finally came to play with the buckles of my garter belt.
“Heard you say you lived in a dorm until now,” he mentioned, sitting in between my thighs and looking up at me. “How old are you?”
I hesitated. “Twenty-four.” Already I was defensive. “I went late because I was sick. It’s not like-“
“I care very little for human milestones,” he said breezily. “I only asked your age, did I not?”
There it was again. The snark that apparently Cian could get him to let go of, but not me.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he smiled. “If you want me to talk nicer to you, then you’ll have to earn it.”
“Guess I’ll have to study up,” I responded with much more confidence than I felt.
His gaze darkened. “Lucky for me then, I don’t need to study up. And I think I am much more convincing at having you on your knees than the other way around.”
“Maybe,” Cian mused. “I don’t know, what are you into, George? I know you’re new to this, but surely you have some interests, yes?”
Why yes, yes I did. Indra embodied a lot of those with the way he acted like a puppy with Cian. I wouldn’t have minded being in Akiva’s position either, with any of them being the ones to tie my hands and put me on the floor.
Truthfully, I would not have minded getting on my knees for Akiva in the slightest.
“What are you into?” I challenged Akiva. “Other than being bitten?”
Akiva shook his head. “That’s not how this works. If you’re going to play with us then you have to follow the rules. Cian asks, you answer. Unless you want to try putting him on his knees.”
I looked at the smiling vampire, sizing him up.
Yeah, not in a million years.
“You’re free to try,” he offered. “Power
