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Jessica was blindfolded, too, so her Master's gaze was on her mouth, her parted lips, tongue touching them. Did the movement show that she wanted her Master's cock, even more than she wanted the orgasm she was so perilously close to experiencing? Cai expected it did. What Master could resist that?
Lyssa sat quietly in a basket swing, her feet swaying an inch or two above the ground. Jacob stood behind her. Close, because she had her hand behind her back. From the rhythmic movement of her arm, Cai was pretty sure she had threaded her hand through the open spaces of the swing and was working him with a healthy grip. Jacob had his palm molded on the top of the swing, the fingers of his other hand curled in a near fist around the chain holding it.
That fist said he wanted to touch her, to take her down. When Lyssa tipped her head back to look at him, his hot eyes said the same. His mind was probably being even more insistent about it.
Yeah, having an alpha servant was like a constant drug.
Cai hadn't intended to linger, but he rested on his heels in his hidden position, all his vampire carnality on full, appreciative alert. He was sure the others were aware of him, but it was apparently okay to watch.
He really might get into this, in time. And Rand? Rand was a guy like any other. He'd said it himself. He wanted to please Cai. It turned him on, which was the key to all of this, wasn't it? It was the lack of choice which had caused Cai a problem, but if they both were into it, it might be all right. Cai just didn't want anyone telling him what to do, with his servant or anything else.
Torrence joined the action now. After unwrapping the kilt he wore, he shrugged out of the shirt. He looked as virile and powerful as Rand, which Cai sure as hell could appreciate. Reaching down, he grasped Shondra's hips and pulled her up into a near head stand. Flexible minx, because her mouth remained on Jessica's cunt, though a cry broke from her lips as Torrence shoved his cock inside her obviously slippery pussy. Her bent knees pressed against his forearms, pointed toes past his elbows, swaying as Torrence thrust into her, pushing her face deeper into Jessica's core.
Penthouse letters had nothing on this. Cai put his hand on his cock and idly stroked it over his slacks. He wanted Rand here, fiercely, but he kept that thought to himself. Let the guy eat, hang out in the kitchen, do normal things.
Mason rose. He squatted above Jessica's head and put two fingers in between her lips, hooking there to hold her head tipped back. He removed the blindfold so her eyes could be upon him, as his thumb stroked her full bottom lip. "Now," he said.
Jessica's body shuddered violently, and she screamed against his hand as the climax grabbed her. Her head arched back further, her neck offered to her Master. Her skin flushed like a rose in the garden.
The command to come had likewise been given to the other two, so Cai had the pleasure of seeing that accrued energy surge into an explosive release. Shondra's nails raked Jessica's thighs. Torrence's head fell back on his shoulders, animal grunts coming from his throat. His ass and thighs flexed as he pounded into Shondra.
The circle was complete. The vampires had commanded their servants to satisfy them with a riveting erotic choreography that held Cai. But that wasn't the end of it.
Torrence lifted Shondra in his arms and returned her to her Mistress, sitting her on Carola's lap. Shondra's vampire mistress cuddled her like a child. Except her legs parted so that Carola could slide two fingers into her to play, make her whimper with need. Torrence returned to kneel at Helga's feet, lay his head on her thighs. His face was turned toward her, as if his Mistress was rewarding him with the scent of her pussy. Letting him know how much he'd aroused her, and what she might let him taste before too much longer.
And Mason and Jessica... As the young woman finished her climax, she lifted a trembling arm to his face, curling her fingers in the thick tail of hair that had fallen forward over his broad shoulder. He cradled her under her shoulders, brought her up to him so their mouths met, and then she dropped her head back again, so he could sink his fangs into her throat.
This was the vampire form of a pack, Cai realized. That total, immutable bond between Master and servant.
Something deeper and harder than Cai's cock was being affected by the scene. It was...intimate. He thought of the time he'd woken from his daylight sleep and Rand had been curled up on top of the mounded earth. Guarding him. Watching over him. Or maybe simply staying close.
Fuck. Cai adjusted his unthinking dick into a more comfortable position, blanked his mind and exited the gardens. He cornered the first house servant he encountered, and figured out where Lord Brian was.
It was a brief, cursory visit, where he annoyed the vampire by cutting off most his questions about shifters, but he was older than Brian, so screw him. Rand could handle his Q&A.
Brian gave him the item that Lyssa had mentioned. His new fang. Brian had put it in a small, flat box, but when he offered to open it, do a fitting, Cai offered a short thanks and pocketed it without looking at it. Instead, he asked Brian to tell him about the separation process between Master and servant. After Brian complied, Cai donated the blood needed to make it happen, and took off. He'd kept it as short as possible, but by the time he left the scientist's lab, just that short conversation about breaking the bond had something about to explode in his chest.
He stopped in the hallway, staring sightlessly at the wall. Why had he done all that without Rand? But even as he asked himself the question, he knew why, with a sinking feeling attended by the same spiraling anxiety as his earlier near panic attack. Which he refused to call a panic attack.
Some part of him had intended to go back to their rooms, wait for Rand. They'd leave together, maybe find the nearest quiet stretch of woods and fuck. Even before seeing that little display of the Council servants, Cai had wanted his wolf. Hell, he felt that way all the time.
They'd go to the desert, or just go back to West Virginia, hang for a while. That'd be the easy way, wouldn't it? Let it run its course, and Cai could enjoy it as long as it lasted. No decisions.
But maybe for the first time in his life, he needed to be an asshole for the right reasons. Rand cared about him, considered him part of "his pack," because that was how wolves were wired and they'd been through life-and-death shit together. He'd seen inside Cai's soul, knew he was fucked up. He needed Rand, and Rand had picked up on it.
But Cai had more perspective on this. About a couple centuries of it. Just because Cai needed the shifter didn't mean he should have him. Or that Rand should be sentenced to him. And the longer they stayed together, the more chances he could fuck up Rand's head over it so the shifter would end up back in that desolate, isolated space. There was nothing desolate or isolated about Fane's family, the pack of warm and loving shifters. Cai didn't even think it caustically. Family was what every soul not damaged beyond repair longed to have.
Time to shit or get off the pot. It was abrupt and rude, but he had to go. Go now. It might be chickenshit, but he'd leave Rand a note. Not because Cai wanted to be cruel, but because...in person, he wouldn't have the courage to do it. He was glad Rand couldn't put together his feeling-thought stuff when Cai out of his sight. At least that was what he told himself.
Just as Rand had given Cai a different way of seeing things again, Cai knew--though mostly by luck rather than intent--he'd helped Rand find his way to a better place in his head. A place that would want to be part of a pack again. Without Cai, Rand would go back to Fane and his family. Rebuild his life with them. Find a home.
Cai would go back to his forest haunts, though right now it was the desert calling to him. He didn't want to be on forest trails where he could imagine wolves padding along in the dark of night, blue-gold eyes g
lowing...
He'd learned a long time ago that when something crappy had to be done, he made the decision and did it, no thinking further about it.
So he procured paper and pen from yet another oh-so-helpful servant, and scribbled out what he needed to say. Didn't think about it, make it mushy or sentimental or any of that shit. Leastwise, he tried to do it that way. The more he wrote, the harder it got to draw a breath.
Why was it vampires didn't need to breathe except when they were feeling shit, and then it was like they were strangling? Just like that night Rand freaking spooned with him. How many times had Cai had that gorgeous ass, and yet that was what stuck in his head now? It was messed up.
Cai finished the note, handed it off to the same servant and told her where to deliver it. This was Council headquarters. If a vampire told a human to do something, it would be done. Just in case, he gave her a hard look, squeezed her hand holding the note. Her startled expression and proportionate increase in deference, which had already been gratingly excessive, said Rand would get the note.
That was that. He had the clothes on his back. He could have requested a new pack of basics from the house staff, he was sure, but he'd rather just pick up his own stuff. He even left the jeans and shirt Fane's family had provided, so Rand could return those. But he did keep the pocket knife.
Cai headed out of the mansion. As he reached the forest edge, those feelings started to grow stronger again. Lust, need, loneliness, regret, guilt...Rand. Just Rand. Rand was a bunch of feelings, all wrapped up in one word.
Fuck it. Cai abandoned his cool, nonchalant stride and took off, running for the shelter the trees and darkness provided. And kept running.
Long past when he thought he'd slow down, something in him said no. He'd just run and run and run, until he was too tired to do otherwise. Or until the sun broke over the horizon and the earth called him into its embrace.
Chapter Twenty-Two
