Page 4 of Preyless
While we were exponentially happy together, there was always something missing between us. We had realized years ago that it wasn’t only a feminine touch…but also the future that a woman could bring.
We needed a third.
And that certainly threw a wrench into the aspect of marriage—how could we even attempt to find a third, let alone a third who could deal with our fucked up natures and possessive qualities, who would want an ownership as intense as we craved?
Granted, even in the modern day and age, marrying in polyamorous relationships was a complete and utter bitch.
But it didn’t matter.
If you were mine, then you were mine. And that meant you were alsoours.
Casey’s sarcastic voice filled the end of the hall, and I smiled as the longing thoughts quickly left my head. “My darling boyfriend is back from war. Whatever shall I do to dote on him?”
“You know it was just a twelve-hour shift, right?”
He met me with a blank stare. “Do you want your dick sucked or not?”
A laugh bellowed out of me. “Oh? You sure dropped that old-timey tone real quick. What bold words.”
He shrugged before crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway as I continued unlacing my boots—and I could have sworn that my mouth salivated as I stared at the man before me. His blond hair was wet and wild, likely from coming straight out of the shower, and his sharp jawline sported the beginning of a pairing, equally short beard. He was in comfortable clothing—meager shorts and a black t-shirt—and yet, I had to fight the urge to not go over there and bite one of his tattooed biceps.
His voice cut me out of my thoughts again, and my brown eyes snapped to his blue ones. “You alright over there, Wolfe? You look like you’re hungry. You don’t need me to undo those laces, do you? I know I bottom a lot in this relationship, but that,” he pointed to my boots that werestilluntied, “is just pitiful, ya know?”
My voice was rough. “You know what it does to me when you refer to me by my call sign.”
“I do.”
“Are you trying to get fucked within an inch of your life, Wraithe? Because you’re getting really close to achieving that, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
His lips lifted in a smirk. “Maybe I am.”
A matching smile slid across my face as I finally slid the leather boots off my feet and pushed them to the side. Looking directly at Casey, I pointed to him and then to the floor in front of me with a snap of my fingers. “Kneel, pretty boy.”
My chest thrummed with pride as I watched him stalk toward me and drop down to his knees, right where I told him to.What a good boy.
Power dynamics in BDSM were always so judged, but I’d never get over the oddness of how the simplest action, such as kneeling, made me ecstatic. “Mmm. Such a respected, scary SEAL during the day. And yet, just my good boy when we’re home. Isn’t that right?”
Casey stared directly in my eyes without hesitation before he responded, “You’re an asshole. You know that, right?”
I smirked. He could say all he wanted, but we both knew he loved it as much as I did. “Yup.”
“Why do I even put up with you?”
I smiled. “Because you’re utterly in love with me. And I happen to be attractiveandhung, which should be considered bonus points of some kind.”
“Oh, is that so?Daddy?Have you ever heard of an ego check? You might need one.”
I scoffed as one of my eyebrows lifted in question. The hand that was resting on my thigh moved to wrap around his throat gently, and I smirked once more as I felt his Adam's apple swallow roughly against my palm. I hadn’t even begun pressing against his pressure points yet. “I don’t hear you complaining much when I’m bottomed out inside that pretty ass of yours.”
“I don’t think you hear much when you’re bottomed out in me. You’re ruthless when you’re horny, but you also have a one-track mind.”
Thebrat.
I squeezed his pressure points next and took the utmost satisfaction in the pretty shade of red he turned. “You wanna repeat that, pretty boy?”
“No, sir,” he managed to get out, although I saw something twinkle in his eye.
Pleasure satiated every part of me as I watched his eyes close in submission, and I knew then and there that he would let me do absolutely anything I wanted to him.
