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ChapterSeven
Gennadi
Icouldn’t believe that after the tumultuous first day of the all-important meetings, I slept like a babe in Jace’s arms. I shouldn’t have, not with all the upset, all the threats that hung over our heads, and all the work that still needed to be done. But meeting and spending some time with Avenel, the discussion about pupdom—the argument, really—and my decision to ask to officially be Jace’s pup had settled something within me that had been out of joint and off-kilter for most of my life.
Peter would never understand, because he didn’t know what it felt like to live every day in abject terror. He’d had a taste of it only, and even that had damaged him. I hadn’t wanted to speak up at the Sons meeting, but I knew that’s what it was. He’d spent one night with a collar, half of one night, and it had changed him.
I’d spent months collared and chained, beaten, fucked, and shared around so that other men could beat and fuck me too. I was scarred, outside and in, and even though Yuri was dead, even though I’d felt the blade enter his neck and his hot blood splatter over me, I didn’t feel safe.
Except I did feel safe with Jace. I had from the start. Jace was strong, physically and mentally, and fierce. I’d known he would stop anyone from taking me from the moment we’d met. And now, to have my safety and security codified and enforced by law?
For the first time in years, I felt as though I could breathe easy. I was a pup. I was protected by law, not just by love.
“Genny, I know you’re awake,” Jace laughed as I sighed and smiled, my mouth pressed against his neck.
I made a sound, pretending I was asleep and that I didn’t want to wake up. I was happy just where I was, draped over Jace’s muscular body like a blanket, the way we liked to sleep. I didn’t need to wish I was still asleep, though. My waking world was as beautiful as a dream now.
“Genny,” Jace repeated in a sing-song voice, stroking his hands from my arms as they stretched across the pillow to my sides to my ass. He laughed when I grumbled a little, as if reluctant to wake up. Among other things, he knew I was awake because my cock was hard as it wedged between us.
“Oh, so now that you’re a pup, you’re going to give me a hard time?” he asked, laughter still in his voice. “We can’t have that.”
He smacked one hand hard against my ass. My eyes immediately popped open with the burst of stinging and the warmth that followed.
“That’s more like it,” Jace said with a self-satisfied smirk. “And for pretending to be asleep when I spoke to you the first time, you can swallow my cock for breakfast.”
I fought not to grin with delight. It wasn’t part of the scene, so smiling was out of place. I was being punished for being cheeky. I was being put in my place.
I loved it. So much so that I hesitated for a moment, because I knew what it would get me.
Sure enough, Jace smacked my ass hard again, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.
“I told you to suck, pup,” he said with a snarl in his voice that had my cock pulsing with need. “Get on it.”
He pushed my shoulders to prompt me to crawl down between his knees, then grabbed handfuls of my hair. I didn’t use my hands—I didn’t really need to, he was so hard already—because me fishing for his cockhead with my mouth added to the illusion of humiliation. As soon as I’d sucked his slick head into my mouth and flicked my tongue over his leaking slit, he gripped my hair tighter.
It was a signal between us and an illusion of his control. I drew him deeper, shifting us so that he could flex his hips and drive up into my throat. The way I positioned us allowed him to force my head down on him repeatedly until I was choking and convulsing, he was so deep. It made my eyes water, and I did nothing to hold back tears and desperate emotional sounds.
“Yes, baby, choke on my cock,” Jace panted as he used me. “Please me. Make me come.”
This was the paradox of my and Jace’s relationship. If a stranger were to walk into the room and see Jace choking me, taking my breath as he fucked my throat, if they were to see his fists in my hair and his face contorted with fierce pleasure, they might have thought he was no better than Yuri in the way he used me. They might have seen my tears and heard my choking and whimpers and thought I was in distress.
I was in heaven. My cock and balls throbbed with the need to come, even as my stomach heaved and my lungs burned without air. I was utterly at Jace’s mercy. I would have let him suffocate me if he’d wanted to. I would have died for him and been happy. Because I knew I was safe with him. I knew he wouldn’t let me die. He wouldn’t let another soul harm so much as a hair on my head. He was strong, sometimes vicious, and he was all mine.
Just when I thought I might pass out from lack of air, he came with a cry of pleasure. I swallowed against the need to gag, but not enough to stop my mouth filling, and cum and spit leaking from my lips. I’d done that to him. I’d gotten him off and sucked the life from him.
As his orgasm ebbed, he let go of my hair and allowed me to pull back and gasp for breath. My face was a soggy mess of tears and spit and cum as I hunched over him, shaking slightly.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Jace gasped, his body relaxed and sprawled under me.
An idea struck me, and I went with it. I lowered my head again, nudged his thighs farther apart with my cheeks, then kissed his balls worshipfully. I kissed them over and over, and as soon as I had breath, I whispered, “Thank you, master, thank you, thank you,” between each kiss. “Thank you for feeding me your life.”
Jace let out a heated groan, then a long, “Fuuuuck, Genny!”
He curled up enough to scoop me under my arms and pulled me across the bed, flipping until I was on my back. Then he crashed down on me, ravishing my mouth and thrusting his tongue against mine until I couldn’t breathe again.
“You unravel me when you say things like that,” he panted, moving to kiss my neck, then bite and suck it.
I moaned and winced with the pain, but reveled in the mark I knew he was leaving on me for all to see. I would have worn a collar for him, if he’d wanted me to, but marks like the one he was leaving were so much better.
