Monster mash, p.61
Monster Mash, page 61
“Ambiance?” I laughed. I couldn’t stop myself. “I can’t imagine a sex shop having much ambiance.”
“They do though!” Adam insisted. “The ones we go to, anyway. Wait…” He leaned in closer to me. “You’ve never been to one either?”
My face flushed, and I shook my head. “Naw. Wasn’t like I had spare change, you know?”
Adam’s palms slapped onto the tabletop. “Oh my God! We have to go! Like, tonight. I know this place, they have like…everything.”
“Everything?” Ezra asked.
“Everything.” Adam repeated. “They’ve got like an entire section of leather.”
Ezra let out a low groan. “God, I’d die to see Matteo in a leather harness. It’s making me hot just thinking about it.”
“Y’all think they’d have collars and leashes and stuff?” I asked, unable to stop myself. It was the booze doing the talking now. Everything I thought just fell straight out of my mouth.
“Absolutely,” Adam confirmed.
“Oooh, is somebody into a little puppy play?” Ezra teased.
My face flushed hot, but I didn’t have the sense to be embarrassed, or much of a filter anymore. “Gaston mentioned it earlier. I, um, guess I didn’t really know that was a thing.”
“It’s totally a thing.” Ezra’s phone vibrated and he let out a pleased hum as he sat back. “That’d be my man with a present for me to watch later. I’ll just text him back to let him know we’re making another stop at this toy shop you know about, Adam. Will Inzo be okay with that?”
“Okay?” Adam snorted. “You forget my husband’s an incubus. He might play at being a stuffy celeb, but he’s as kinky as they come. He’ll be ecstatic.”
“Perfect,” Ezra said. “Then someone go find Nic and Tripp to see if they want to go, too. I’ll order another round of drinks before we hit the road.”
Gaston
Ugh, my head. I popped open one eye and immediately regretted it. It felt like someone was hammering behind my eyelids, and the bright morning light didn’t help.
The unfamiliar room looked like a hotel room, an expensive one with a king-sized bed and a ridiculous thread count. The blankets had all been peeled back, revealing a naked Grey snoring next to me, curled up in a pile of pillows. Glancing around, I spotted a few empty bottles and several large black plastic bags sitting over by the table.
The night before was a bit of a blur, but I tried to remember how we wound up in a hotel room instead of going back to the condo as planned. Whatever had happened, I was sure it was Inzo’s fault. It was always Inzo’s fault.
I remembered the club, dancing with Grey, drinking way too much… After that, there were flashes of us in the limo laughing, Tripp stand up through the sunroof and shouting, swinging his t-shirt around like a party favor and…Adam and Ezra making out? No way. That had to be some fucked up dream.
We’d clearly gone somewhere else, judging by the shopping bags scattered around, but my only memory after the limo ride was of Grey sitting in my lap letting me put my tongue down his throat. He’d been completely unembarrassed for once, rubbing against me through our clothes even though the limo was full of onlookers. I couldn’t remember clearly, but I had the distinct sense they’d been cheering and there were probably shots involved.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “How much did I drink?”
“Too much,” Grey muttered without opening his eyes. He looked adorable, drooling on himself. The five o’clock shadow looked good on him, too.
“Definitely,” I agreed and slowly sat up, trying to get the pounding in my head under control. “Do you know where we are?”
Grey sighed and let go of the pillow he was clutching to roll onto his back. He winced as if the movement were painful. “The Bellagio. I think…” He rubbed his temples. “I think we were invited to an orgy.”
“God. We didn’t go, did we?”
He shook his head. “Don’t think so. I remember going to Good Vibrations, and Tripp was going to some after party and said we should come along but we made it to the lobby and Inzo wound up giving us his suite.”
“This is Inzo’s suite?” I glanced around at all the upscale décor. Well, that made sense. Of course he had a suite at the Bellagio. I frowned, realizing the implications of that. “But if we’re here, where did everyone else go?”
“I don’t know,” Grey whined. “Thinking hurts.”
I climbed out of bed and went to the bags, hoping we’d been smart enough to buy water and painkillers, but drunk Gaston and drunk Greyson weren’t very smart. Instead, we’d bought…
I frowned and lifted a spiked leather collar from the bag. “Greyson… Did we go to a leather shop or something?”
He sighed and rolled over to face me, finally cracking open swollen eyes. “You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?”
Greyson sighed again. “Of course you don’t.” He buried his face in the pillow, but I could sense the disappointment through our shared bond.
I picked up the phone and called room service, ordering enough bacon, pancakes, and orange juice for the both of us and then some. I also asked them to send up some overpriced bottled water and pain reliever. It’d cost an arm and a leg, but Inzo was footing the bill, so I didn’t mind.
That done, I crawled back into bed with my mate. He groaned in pleasure when I started massaging his temples. “What is it I should remember but don’t, Greyson?” I whispered and kissed his cheek.
He was quiet for a moment before saying sheepishly, “You made a confession last night. That you wanted me to…” He turned away briefly, his cheeks turning bright cherry pink. “You said you’d sit at my feet like a good boy if I got you a collar and a leash. That you wanted me to…top.”
Oh. That.
That’s what he was all embarrassed about? I’d been thinking about that since before we were mated. Even brought it up in casual conversation a few times, hoping he’d get the hint. He’d never expressed a strong interest before, but Grey could be hard to read sometimes. Even with our mating bond, he’d learned to be guarded if he didn’t want me to know what his true feelings were.
I suddenly realized why he might be so upset and frowned, doing a quick once over. I didn’t feel like we’d done anything and the room didn’t smell like sex. It smelled like alcohol sweat, but maybe my nose wasn’t working right. “Did we…?”
“Hell no,” he said as if he were irritated. “We were drunk as a pair of skunks, Sunshine. I don’t even think I could’ve if I wanted to.”
“Then why are you naked?” I was still in last night’s clothes, minus the jacket, which I seemed to have lost somewhere along the way.
Grey blushed harder. “I kind of threw up on myself, Sunshine. I think it’s why I remember a little more than you.”
I let out a relieved sigh and sank onto the mattress next to him, stretching out. “Good, because I really want to remember it when you fuck me in that collar.”
His eyes opened just a sliver. “Really? You still…want that? You weren’t just joshin’ me?”
I was too hungover to get a proper hard-on, but excitement fluttered low in my belly as I imagined the scene. Me in a collar, leash pulled tight while Greyson fucked me from behind, claiming me in a way no other man had ever done.
“Yes.” The word came out as a breathy whisper, and I went back to massaging his temples. “I’d do anything for you, Greyson, but if you’re not into that…”
“I am.” He tilted his chin to look up at me. “I think I’d like to try it, at least. I want to love you however you need it, Sunshine. I mean that. I just want to be sober when we do it.”
I chuckled and kissed his forehead. “All right, then. Let’s nurse our hangovers a bit and then go find the others.”
We ate, drank, slept a little more.
It was evening when the phone rang. I answered it with a snarl. “What?”
“You’re almost as pleasant as Ezra, I see,” Matteo said. “I told Inzo you’d still be recovering. But he insisted I call. We’re down in the lobby. About to drive back to L.A. if you want a ride. If not, Inzo will send a car for you in the morning.”
I lowered the phone and looked over at Grey. “You want to go back to LA tonight or tomorrow?”
I was kind of hoping he’d say tomorrow because all I wanted to do was cuddle him in that enormous bed.
He yawned and stretched, sitting up. “We should go back.”
I sighed in irritation and lifted the phone again. “Give us an hour to shower and get our shit together.”
“Sure thing. We’ll be in the lobby. See you then, Sunshine,” he said it teasingly and then hung up before I could growl at him.
How dare he. Only Greyson could call me that. Not that I was going to pick a fight with the big bull. Even I wasn’t that stupid.
We didn’t get to shower nearly as long as I would’ve liked, but we still took our time. I pressed Greyson against the wall and lifted him so he could cling to me while I kissed him. He groaned and opened his mouth, letting me fill it with my tongue, tasting him and his eagerness. It took a while for his body to respond, probably thanks to being hungover, but when he got hard, he started thrusting against my stomach, grinding his ass over my erection until we both came. Even though I was sure we took well over an hour in the shower, the water never turned cold.
When we made it down to the lobby, our friends were still waiting on us. Adam and Inzo were posing for pictures and signing autographs in a small crowd. I don’t know how Adam looked so damn good after a night of heavy drinking, but he still had that million-dollar smile. Inzo seemed a little irritated by the attention, as always, but he looked no worse for wear.
Ezra and Matteo were another story. Ezra was sprawled out over a reclining sofa, his eyes hidden behind a pair of Aviators, despite being indoors. Matteo stood behind him waving a lace fan at his face. Considering the silky v-neck shirt Ezra wore and the loose pants, he looked like a pop diva getting the royal treatment from his bodyguard rather than a wedding planner being babied by his bull husband.
I glanced around, shifting the bags on my arm. “Where are Nic and Tripp?” I asked, coming to a stop in front of Ezra.
“Honeymooning, I expect.” Ezra sipped dramatically from a juice box. “Either that or getting a drive-thru annulment.”
I frowned. “What?”
“Oh, you haven’t heard?” A big grin split open Matteo’s face. “They got married.”
“Married?” Grey’s voice went high in disbelief. “But they just met!”
Ezra sat up and tipped his sunglasses down. “Welcome to Las Vegas, love.”
Matteo shrugged. “Either way, they’re dealing with their…decision so they won’t be joining us on the drive home.”
Ezra extended his hand like a princess and Matteo took it, helping him to his feet. “Adam, darling, we should go,” he called.
Adam waved to the reporters, took Inzo’s hand, and they came to join us, Inzo’s tail waving like an irritated cat’s. When they reached us, Adam threw an arm around Ezra’s waist, drawing him closer and earning a snort from Matteo.
I eyed the four of them. “Did you really go to an orgy last night?”
They eyed each other as if they were passing a silent secret around before Inzo cleared his throat. “My good friend, you know I can neither confirm nor deny such scandalous allegations.”
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” Ezra added, thrusting a finger in the air. “Now, let’s go home. I’m dying to have one of your cupcakes, Matteo.”
Greyson
Three days passed before we had time to revisit my purchases at Good Vibrations. When Gaston wasn’t busy chatting with the realtor or the moving company, he took me around town. We went to a cinema, a park, and to the beach at sunset. The last trip was my favorite. Though I couldn’t see the sunset, the sound of the waves coming in, the sun on my face, and the feeling of sand beneath my bare feet… It was an evening I’d never forget.
That night, we took Adam up on his offer to have dinner at Brimstone. Gaston bristled at being back there and not working, especially since the staff fused over our table relentlessly. He couldn’t help but chat with every server that came by. All of them congratulated us and shook my hand. Adam had someone take a picture of Gaston, him, and Inzo with all the staff and promised to forward it to Gaston.
There were some tears and some heartfelt goodbyes with hugs between Gaston and his staff, too. I almost felt like I was stealing him away from them.
I reminded myself that I wasn’t. Gaston had always been mine, and I’d always been his. We were made for each other, Gaston and me. I’d just loaned him out to the world for a few years while I figured myself out a bit.
Bittersweet emotion bled through our bond as we left Brimstone. There was a part of Gaston that hadn’t wanted to leave, but he had. For me.
He was melancholy when we got back to the condo, and didn’t say much, so I sent him to take a hot bath, deciding it was high time I did something for him. While he bathed in the upstairs bathroom, I took a quick shower downstairs and put Simon to bed. Then I got out the bags from Good Vibrations, removing the tags and laying everything out.
My hands trembled as I searched the braille tags in the closet for the clothes I wanted, selecting something I hoped would make me look more like a proper top than I felt like I was. In the end, I went with a plain black t-shirt and a nice pair of black dress pants. I was pulling my hair back into a messy bun when I heard him stop in the doorway to the bedroom.
“What’s all this?” Gaston inquired.
I finished putting up my hair, my heart pounding in my ears, before I went over to take his hands in mine. “I thought it was time I showed you how much you mean to me.”
“You already do that every day,” he said as I guided him into the bedroom.
I stilled his words with a finger to his snout. “None of that now. I bought something nice for you, and you’re going to wear it for me like a good boy aren’t you?”
Gaston sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, yeah. I’m the best boy.”
I chuckled when I heard his tail swishing rapidly through the air and briefly wondered if it would do that while I was inside him. The thought sent a renewed flutter of excitement through me. I squeezed his hands. “Kneel for me?”
“For you,” he agreed wholeheartedly and sank to his knees without letting go of my hands.
I pulled my fingers away to briefly run them along his snout, lifting it for a quick kiss before feeling along the mattress until I found the leather collar. It was lined in thin bands of silver that would keep him from being able to shift. Silver that would make all his werewolf strength useless. He’d be completely helpless, as vulnerable as a newborn puppy in my hands.
It was a lot of responsibility, and I wasn’t sure I was up for it, especially without my eyesight. Not until he bowed his head and nuzzled his snout against my stomach.
“I trust you,” he whispered.
My throat was tight, and my eyes stung almost as if I wanted to cry, though I wasn’t sure why. Those words meant more to me than any confession of love that’d come before. Letting out a shaky breath, I opened the clasp on the collar and carefully fitted it around his neck, making sure not to catch his fur in it. My heart rate kicked up as I closed the collar, verifying that it wasn’t too tight by slipping my fingers between the material and his neck.
“I don’t want you to think of this like an ownership thing,” I said, taking his snout in my hands and lifting it. “But whenever you put this on for me, you are mine. Everything you are, your heart, your worries, your burdens… They’re no longer yours to bear. From now until I remove this collar, the only worry you have is pleasing me. Understand?”
He let out a contented sigh, and I felt his head droop slightly in my grip. “God, yes.”
“All right, then.” I felt along the bed until I found the matching leash, clipping it to the collar. I gave the leash a little tug, testing it, and then patted the bed. “Up on the bed like a good boy.”
Gaston played his role well, crawling on all fours up onto the bed. I could hear him breathing fast as I slid onto the bed behind him. I settled against his back, my face buried in the fur between his shoulders, just breathing in the scent of him. My hand came to rest on his bare stomach, trailing down. His fur was damp, having come straight from the bath, but I was surprised to find he hadn’t bothered putting on any clothes. Maybe he’d been expecting this. He could’ve read my intent through the bond, I supposed, but that didn’t make it any less special.
He let out a small whine and shifted slightly when I ignored his cock in favor of tracing my fingers along his strong thighs.
“Not yet,” I whispered and kissed the nape of his neck. “I’m not in any hurry. You just lay back there and let me enjoy this body all I want. I promise, I’ll make it good for you.”
His thigh muscles clenched under my fingers, the muscles quivering as I traced them. I let my hand slide up over the perfect curve of his ass, letting myself imagine being buried inside of him. My cock throbbed for attention behind my zipper but I did my best to ignore it. He rarely let me do this, just take the time to touch him all over and enjoy the way he trembled with need for me.
His tail flicked wildly back and forth until I started stroking it, smoothing my fingers through the thick fur. Gaston groaned in pleasure when I touched the underside of his tail near the base, stroking in small circles through the fur.
I still didn’t give him what he wanted. Instead, I sat up, pulling the leash tight. “On all fours like a good puppy so I can touch the rest of you. That’s it, Sunshine.” I twisted the leash in my fist as he moved into position.
This was the part I was most worried about. With him being so much bigger than me, and having a tail to deal with, the logistics of how I was supposed to manage penetrating him was a little…intimidating. It felt like I should know what I was doing, but I didn’t. I’d always bottomed, even with Kelvin. Not because I wanted to or didn’t want to. I didn’t care either way. I’d just assumed that since I was smaller and weaker, that would be easiest.
