Page 22 of Kept

My heart sped up as Varick planted a knee between Laurent’s thighs and climbed over him. Varick angled his hips to one side of Laurent’s, giving me an unimpeded view of Varick’s hand dragging Laurent’s pants down. Laurent lifted his hips, a needy moan escaping him as his cock sprang free.

I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan, too. I expected Varick to remove Laurent’s pants completely, but he left them at Laurent’s thighs. Then he reached between Laurent’s legs and grabbed his balls.

Laurent sucked in a breath, his stomach going concave. He whipped his hand from behind his head and gripped the sheet instead.

Varick’s fingers turned white.

“Fuck!” Laurent muttered, his jaw going tense as he stared up at Varick. He shifted his hips, and it was obvious he wanted to spread his legs but couldn’t with his pants around his thighs. His shaft bobbed, the thick length flushed a deep red.

Varick ignored it, keeping his fingers brutally tight around Laurent’s sack. His expression was fierce as he lowered his head and spoke quietly in Laurent’s ear.

I leaned forward, straining to hear, but I caught only snippets—things like “good boy” and “when I tell you.” Oddly enough, the fact that I couldn’t hear everything made the heat simmering inside me flare higher. Varick’s whisper was low and intense, and it clearly had an effect on Laurent, who nodded and moaned and shifted his hips again. He bucked a bit against Varick’s grip, which looked more painful by the second.

Varick lifted his head and looked down at his hand between Laurent’s legs. Slowly, he pulled Laurent’s sack down, stretching the delicate skin. My heart pounded, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to look away or continue watching as Varick kept going, stretching Laurent’s balls lewdly.

“Oh…fuck,” Laurent moaned, dragging the last word out to a broken whimper. He lifted his head, only to slam it back down once he got a look between his legs. His fingers clawed at the sheet, and his smooth chest rose and fell rapidly. “I can’t,” he gasped.

“Yes, you can,” Varick murmured, still tugging. “Breathe with it instead of complaining.”

Laurent whimpered again, one fang piercing his bottom lip. Varick dipped his head and licked the dot of blood that appeared. He kept his mouth hovering just above Laurent’s as he squeezed and stretched Laurent’s sack.

“Get your dick out of my way,” he said quietly.

Laurent closed his eyes on a long blink. Then he reached a shaking hand down and pulled his cock up. He held it against his stomach, and he appeared to hold his breath, too.

Varick released his sack, only to slap it hard. The sharp crack was so loud and unexpected, I jumped and just barely managed to swallow my scream.

Laurent wasn’t as successful. His cry bounced around the room as he arched off the bed. His breath shuddered out, then he glared up at Varick and growled deep in his chest. “You are such a fucking dick.”

“You want to say that again?” Varick asked, seizing Laurent’s sack once more.

Laurent clamped his mouth shut, but his glare remained.

Varick’s hand flew. This time, Laurent howled, drawing his knees up until Varick shoved them back down.

Laurent glared and hissed, his fangs flashing. “You—”

Varick closed Laurent’s mouth with a kiss. He moved his hand to Laurent’s dick and stroked. Now, his grip looked firm but gentle, his fist sliding up and down Laurent’s shaft lovingly.

Laurent melted beneath him, the hand he’d clenched in the sheets coming up to cup Varick’s jaw. Laurent moaned and sifted his fingers through Varick’s beard, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual grind as he pumped his straining dick into Varick’s hand. When Varick broke the kiss to trail his lips down Laurent’s throat, Laurent arched his neck and gave a throaty moan that curled my toes.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.” He slid his hand into Varick’s hair as Varick’s fist continued stroking. They moved together, the tension between them giving way to satisfied grunts and masculine moans.

They were mesmerizing to watch. Their bodies were so different from mine, all that carved muscle on display. Predators. That was what they were. Far more so than I could ever be with human blood running through my veins. Varick was speed and brute strength. Laurent was leaner and sleeker, but just as dangerous. Combined, they were deadly. And beautiful.

Watching Varick handle Laurent’s dick brought my desire roaring back to life. My sex heated, moisture quickly pooling and trickling from my spread pussy. I shifted on the chair, gasping softly when the movement nudged my damp opening against the wood. I was sore from Varick’s spanking. The ache mingled with my growing desire, creating another confusing mixture of pleasure and pain. I rocked my hips on the chair, trying to decide if I liked it.

Laurent moaned as Varick nuzzled his throat. Varick swiped his hand over Laurent’s cockhead, gathering the moisture that seeped from Laurent’s slit and slicking it down Laurent’s thick, veined shaft.

Laurent dragged Varick’s head back up and resumed their kiss. It quickly turned aggressive, their jaws working against each other. They battled, nipping and sucking at each other’s mouths, their tongues and fangs flashing. For a moment, it seemed like Laurent might have the upper hand—then Varick gave Laurent’s dick a vicious tug that jerked Laurent’s hips off the bed.

Laurent moaned and settled down, opening his mouth wide as he surrendered to Varick’s kiss. Seeing him give in had me squeezing the sides of the chair. He was always so self-assured with me. In our interactions, he seized control. But he was completely at Varick’s mercy now, all his stinging quips and mischievous smiles muzzled by Varick’s dominance. And maybe my husband was right about me. Maybe there was more darkness within me than I cared to admit. Because witnessing his submission didn’t just heat me up. It set me on fire.

Varick lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes gleamed as he extended his hand. “Don’t just sit there, halfling. Come over here and help me fuck him.”

Chapter Five

VARICK

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