He wraps his hand around Mira’s wrist, guiding her between his thighs. With assured movements, he positions her above his exposed cock, already slick and ready. Her face betrays nothing as she lowers herself onto him, a small gasp escaping her lips as she takes him completely.
That’s our cue.
I reach for the small vial of lube in my pocket, never taking my eyes off Elliot as I coat my cock generously. The room erupts into movement around us as hunters pull their prey onto their laps.
“Come here,” I murmur, guiding Elliot to stand between my legs. “I already prepared you, and now I’m prepared.”
He nods, as I position my cock at his entrance, holding him steady.
“Sit,” I command softly.
Elliot lowers himself slowly, his body accepting me inch by inch. When he’s fully seated, I wrap my arm around his stomach, pulling his back flush against my chest.
“Heaven,” I whisper against his ear. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Such a good boy.”
Elliot moans as I shift beneath him, his cock hard and flushed against his stomach where the silk shirt parts.
“God, you feel amazing,” I murmur against his ear, rolling my hips upward in a deliberate motion that makes him gasp. “So tight around me.”
Theo leans closer, his eyes fixed on Elliot’s cock. “May I touch him yet?” he asks, his voice low with desire. “He looks absolutely desperate.”
I glare at him, instinctively tightening my grip around Elliot’s waist. The possessiveness that surges through me is still unfamiliar.
After a moment’s consideration, I nod. “You can pleasure my boy,” I say, emphasizing the possessive. “But know that I have ultimate claim over him. He belongs to me.”
The words send a visible shiver through Elliot, his cock twitching in response. Interesting. He likes being referred to as mine, being spoken about as a possession rather than a person. I file that information away for later exploration.
Theo nods, acceptance clear in his eyes. “Of course,” he agrees, reaching out to wrap his hand around Elliot’s leaking dick.
Elliot’s head falls back against my shoulder as Theo strokes him, a strangled moan escaping his throat. His body tightens around my cock inside him, the dual stimulation clearly overwhelming him. Precum beads at his tip, which Theo collects with his thumb, spreading it down Elliot’s length.
“That’s it,” I whisper, watching Elliot’s face contort with pleasure. “Let everyone see how good we make you feel.”
There’s a commotion near the entrance as Ravenwood’s elite filter into the feast. I barely register their presence; my entire world has narrowed to the man on my lap, to the tight heat of his body wrapped around my cock. Elliot’s breath hitches as I roll my hips upward, driving deeper inside him.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper against his ear, nipping at the lobe. “Your ass was made for my cock. The way you stretch around me, so fucking right for me, aren’t you?”
Theo’s hand continues its steady rhythm on Elliot’s length, making his muscles clench around me with each stroke.
“Such a perfect little slut for me,” I murmur, one hand sliding up to grip his jaw, turning his face toward mine. “You were made for this—to be filled and fucked and claimed.”
Someone’s voice rises above the ambient sounds of pleasure filling the room—angry, indignant. Mayor Pike. Something about his daughter being present. I don’t bother turning to look.
“Let them all see what I see,” I continue, focusing entirely on Elliot. “How gorgeous you are when you surrender.” I thrust up sharply, making him gasp. “When you kneel before your king.”
The word slips out naturally, and I feel Elliot’s response immediately—a full-body shudder, his cock leaking more precum over Theo’s fingers.
“Yes,” I hiss, tightening my grip on his hips. “That’s what I am to you now, isn’t it? Your king. The one who rules your pleasure, who commands your body.”
I shift my mask up to bite down on the junction between his neck and shoulder, marking him again.
“And kings don’t share what’s theirs,” I add, shooting a pointed look at Theo while grinding Elliot down harder on my cock. “Not anymore.”
Elliot whimpers, his head falling back against my shoulder as his hips work in small, desperate movements between Theo’s hand and my cock.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I admit. “The way you take me, how responsive you are to me. You’re fucking perfect, Elliot.”
I grip Elliot’s jaw harder and turn his face toward mine, watching how his eyes are glazed with pleasure, pupils blownwide. His body clenches around my cock with each stroke of Theo’s hand, the dual stimulation clearly overwhelming him.
