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She was asleep by the time they’d turned the light out.
“She’s a good kid,” Jesse said.
“Yes, she is.” Emory gestured down the hall. “I’d like to show you something.”
Emory took them to a door at the very end of the corridor and opened it. “The master bedroom,” he said.
Jesse stared. The carpet was cream. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the starlit grounds and the snowbound moor beyond, sparkling under the moonlight. A wood-framed bed stood against the opposite wall. Emerald drapes framed the carved headboard. Lamps stood on wooden bed stands, bathing the room in a low light. Prints of forested mountains decorated the walls.
“Whose is it?”
“It would be my room,” Emory said, looking around a little wistfully, “if I were a human.”
“You built yourself a master bedroom you’re never gonna use?” Jesse asked, moving farther into the room to gawp at the white-marble en suite.
Emory’s smile turned suggestive. “I’m never going tosleepin it. That’s not the same as not using it.”
Jesse’s mouth dried. Emory held out his hand. Jesse took it, and Emory pulled him close. They kissed. Jesse’s blood was instantly on fire. His breathing caught in his throat. His pulse pounded in his temples and groin. But he made himself go slow, sliding his tongue against Emory’s, allowing his taste and scent to anchor him. Emory slid his hands to Jesse’s lower back, drawing him close. Jesse ran his hands up Emory’s arms and shoved his jacket off his shoulders.
Emory allowed Jesse to undress him. Jesse made himself take his time, very aware of his own building need but also of the lack of answering hardness in the front of Emory’s trousers. He sank himself into the low noises his lover made as he unbuttoned his shirt and kissed the skin as it was revealed.
“Jesse,” Emory breathed as Jesse stripped off his shirt and kissed his chest, licking his nipple. Emory inhaled.
“Tell me what you want,” Jesse murmured, moving across to the other nipple as he ran his hand down Emory’s hard abdomen. “You did what I wanted last night. Tell me what you want me to do tonight.”
Emory chuckled softly, rid Jesse of his shirt then captured his mouth.
“I want you to experience dizzying pleasure,” Emory said into the kiss as they unfastened their belts. “So hot and strong you forget everything else, so powerful you almost know what it’s like for me when we’re together.”
Jesse moaned against Emory’s lips. Emory drew him toward the bed. He lay down and pulled Jesse on top. Their kiss grew hungrier, wetter, their teeth and tongues clashing. Jesse thrust his rigid cock against Emory’s thigh while reaching between them to grasp Emory’s with both hands.
Emory rumbled low in his chest as Jesse began to stroke him.
“How do I do that to you, Jesse?” he whispered as he ran his hands through Jesse’s hair, tilting his head to push his tongue deeper. “Tell me how best to make you feel that way.”
“You already know,” Jesse breathed. Emory hardened in his hands. Jesse trembled to remember the sensation of the huge cock inside him.
“Not good enough,” Emory growled and rolled over, pinning Jesse to the bed. Jesse arched his neck, whimpering as Emory nipped and licked at the tender skin. “You need more. What?” He ran his hands down Jesse’s sides to grasp his ass. “More discipline?” He squeezed and Jesse moaned.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jesse said, still beating Emory’s cock lazily, every inch of his skin alight. “Make me beg for it.”
Emory smiled against his sternum. “I believe that can be arranged.”
Emory left the bed. Jesse made a noise of protest. But then went very still as he watched his lover produce a bottle of lubricant, a tapered plug and a length of velvet rope from the nightstand. He held up the rope. His lips were parted and his breathing heavy. His sharp teeth glinted in the low light. His blue-black eyes burned like molten metal. Jesse clung to the covers.
“How about this?” Jesse could only nod dumbly. Emory still didn’t move. “You’re certain?”
“Hell yes, I’m certain.”
Emory studied his face a moment then smiled. “Your wish is my command,liebling.”
He kissed Jesse hard, the kiss both possessive and commanding, as he ran his hands down Jesse’s arms, took hold of his wrists and drew them over his head. Jesse whimpered as the soft rope twined around his wrists then pulled tight. Emory moved up the bed to fasten the rope to the headboard.
Jesse’s blood sang. The stretch in his shoulders was divine. The sight of Emory kneeling above him with arousal darkening his eyes as he looked Jesse up and down was like fire under his skin.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more appetizing.” Emory grinned, again showing teeth. A delectable frisson of fear flickered through the heat in Jesse’s chest. Then Emory’s face turned serious. “We need a word.”
“What?”
