40. Blaise

Question I'd never thought of before meeting Toby number one hundred and whatever—can you come while wearing a cock cage?

The obvious answer was no. Given it was designed to stop you getting hard, it didn't seem logical that you could have an orgasm.

As I was discovering, logic didn't apply. Not when Toby was in control.

His shaft slid in and out of my throat like he was fucking a cock sleeve. Aside from the occasional pause for me to drag in a raspy breath, he moved like a machine. The mushroom head of his cock hit the back of my throat over and over again. He was slick with a mixture of precum and saliva. My face was wet too. I didn't know if it was from tears or drool, and I didn't care.

All I cared about was this right here. Serving my master. My mate.

Every punishing thrust took me further away from everything that had happened today. The fear, the anxiety, the stress, all of it faded away until nothing but Toby existed. I didn't need to think, not even about breathing. Tobes was taking care of everything.

I just needed to feel.

My whole world narrowed down to just him. It was like I was floating above my body, utterly content to just…be.

Toby's shout as he came down my throat made my entire body hum. Then it hit me through the bond, and suddenly I was coming too.

That answered my question from earlier. Against all logic, you could orgasm with a cock cage on.

And, apparently, they could be epic ones.

"My perfect boy," Tobes praised, pulling out of my mouth and allowing me to swallow down greedy lungfuls of air. "You did so well."

I couldn't speak, still feeling like I was floating on the ceiling. I hummed happily, blinking up at Toby. His look was one of awe and love as he peppered my face with kisses.

I'd never been happier.

I stayed in that quiet bubble the whole time Toby cleaned me up. While he held a glass of water to my mouth and encouraged me to drink. As he settled me into a bubble bath and washed me all over.

It lasted the whole evening, all the way up to him tucking me into bed and settling himself on my chest.

Only much later, when the moon was high in the sky, did I finally come back down. But as I settled back into reality, Toby was there, holding me tight.

"Thank you," I whispered against his hair. "Thank you for seeing me, even when I couldn't see myself. Thank you for loving me."

Toby kissed my chest. "Don't thank me for things I have no control over. My loving you was written on my soul the second I saw you. I'm privileged that you gave me a second chance, my darling. I'll never forget that. I'll never take you for granted. And I'll always, always see you."

"Just a little more."

"I can't!"

"You can, boy. What's more, you will."

That was easy for Tobes to say. He was the one bouncing on my cock like I was a bucking bronco and he was going for the high score. Wouldn't have been an issue if he hadn't forbidden me to come.

I tried to focus on anything to help me hold on. The cracks in the ceiling. The sound of the sea beyond the window. The bookcase full of books we'd now read most of.

It was no good. Like so many other times, I felt it cresting regardless. My eyes rolled back in my head as I reached towards it, my fingers spasming on Toby's hips. But just like every other time, my master was one step ahead of me. Lifting up on his knees, he pulled off me entirely.

"Nooo." I pouted up at him. "You're not playing fair."

"And that's how you like it," he purred wickedly.

I huffed, unable to deny it. I loved being edged as much as Toby loved to hear me beg. The bond had turned these scenes between us into marathon sessions, Tobes repeatedly taking me to the precipice and keeping me there.

The fall was always worth it.

More than that, the longer we went on for, the higher into subspace I flew. Coupled with feeling just how much my submission pleased my master, it added another layer of pleasure and satisfaction.

When my release had ebbed away, Tobes lined the head of my cock up against his hole. We both groaned as he sank down, his shaft twitching as his eyelids fluttered.

I smirked as Toby's lust hummed along the bond. He might have more control than I could ever dream of, but even he was nearing his limits.

"Should I let you come, boy?" He fucked himself on me languidly, one of his hands reaching up to squeeze my throat. "Do you think you've earned it?"

"Yes, Master." My fingers were digging into his hips now. I couldn't stop him lifting off me again, nor would I, but my body still tried to hold him there. "Please, Tobes."

"Such a good boy," he murmured, leaning forwards to kiss me thoroughly. My tongue sought out his eagerly. We'd certainly made up for all those months when kissing wasn't on the table between us. Often we'd be doing something completely mundane like cooking dinner, and one of us would peck the other. Next thing you knew, we'd be making out like hormonal teenagers. At this point, we'd burned more meals than we'd managed to eat.

There was something else we'd been taking advantage of now we were mated. Something I begged Toby to do almost daily. Something I'd fast become addicted to.

Something I wanted right now.

"Bite me," I whined, tilting my throat to the side. "Please, Master. Drink from me. I want it."

"So needy," he breathed, nosing down my jaw to my pulse point. He licked over the spot and my cock throbbed in response. "Fortunately for you, I can't deny you anything."

I snorted, breaking the moment. "Really? Because I'm pretty sure you've spent the past few hours doing the opposite."

"Careful, brat." He flicked my nipple. "I deny you orgasms because you enjoy it. It's not the same."

"I know." I wrapped my arms around his back, holding him close. "And I love you for it. Well, for that, and a thousand other reasons."

"I love you too."

We lost ourselves in kisses while Toby slowly rode me. With all the edging he'd done, it wasn't long before I was bucking up into him, my hips moving with a mind of their own.

Tobes broke away from my lips, kissing his way back to my throat. The scratch of his fangs had me gasping. So close. So close.

"Let go, boy," my master said. His fangs pierced my skin, and with his first sip, ecstasy rolled up from my toes all the way to my scalp.

It wasn't like the bite in the Seraphim's home. It was like he was unleashing a secondary orgasm, one that washed through my veins while my cock unleashed inside him.

Toby's release spilled between us as he cried out with his fangs still buried in my neck. Turned out edging each other while also being bonded meant a lot of hands-free orgasms for us both.

Neither of us moved for a while after that. There was no need. Being here, there were no other demands on our time. No questions. No obligations. No potentially world-ending events that required our intervention.

It wouldn't last forever, but we were making the most of it while we could. I'd thought before that the contract with Toby was the happiest part of my life, but I'd been wrong.

This was.

"Going to clean us up, darling." He kissed me once more before rolling off the bed and stalking into the bathroom. I watched him go, biting my lip at the way his pert arse bounced. I couldn't believe he was mine. Toby was mine.

There'd been a time when I would've believed I didn't deserve this. That after everything I'd done, I shouldn't be allowed to enjoy this happiness. But I'd done what everyone had asked. I'd moved on.

It had been hard. There were daysand nights when it still was hard, but I got through them with Tobes at my side. Feeling his calm certainty and love echoing along the bridge between us grounded me. And when that didn't work? He'd hold me until I felt better, quietly reminding me that Bailey was alive. That he'd forgiven me. That he was my friend.

Bailey was the only person I'd interacted with since we'd been away. I mean, I'd sent the occasional text to River to let him know everything was okay, but that was about it. I found myself checking in with Bailey more often though, used to our casual conversations.

Four months wasn't long to a supe, but I think we were both ready to step back into reality. As perfect as these past few months had been, we couldn't stay in this bubble forever. I wasn't a social person, but Toby was, and while my company had been enough to satisfy him, I knew he was missing the others.

Neither of us had really settled on when we'd go back. We'd already spent Christmas and New Year's here, so really it ought to be soon. It was difficult. Knowing how chaotic the supernatural world was, we had no idea when we'd next find a peace like this one. We didn't want to leave prematurely, but we also missed our friends and family.

Because that's what they were, even to me. My friends. My family. Thanks to Toby, I was far from alone.

And with the mating bond, I never would be again.

Toby strolled back in in a pair of pyjama bottoms, holding some wet flannels. He carefully mopped up my chest, his brow creased in concentration. Since we'd been mated, he'd taken his Dom role extremely seriously. Not only did he care for me like this, he also showered and shaved me every single day.

"What do you fancy for dinner? I was thinking of putting together a charcuterie board with the meat and cheese we picked up at the Farmers' Market yesterday."

My stomach rumbled its approval. "Sounds perfect. Shall we open the wi?—"

I stopped abruptly, my head snapping to the window. "Someone's tripped my wards. Demon."

Toby was already on the move, throwing my joggers at me and grabbing his stake. It was likely a friendly demon, but we didn't take any chances. "Remember the plan?"

I nodded curtly, shoving my legs into the trousers and pulling them up. Although we weren't expecting trouble, we were two powerful supes in an isolated location. We'd had a plan in place for unexpected visitors since the first night we'd spent here. To not have one was stupid.

My wards pinged again and all trepidation was replaced by joy. "Wait, it's River."

I sprinted for the front door, Toby hot on my heels. Wrenching it open, I was greeted by the sight of a scowling Mori, my twin a few steps behind him. "Riv!"

He grinned widely, shoving past his mate and grabbing me in a rough hug. "It's been too long, man."

Beside us, I could hear Toby and Mori greeting each other. It took a second for their presence to sink in, but as it did, my smile faded away. "Oh shit. I take it there's a reason you're here."

Mori nodded grimly, but River scoffed as he bustled past us into the house. "Don't worry, it's not the world ending type of shit, although you did miss a bit of fun involving the Seraphim. Where's the kettle? I'm positively gagging for a cuppa."

Wordlessly, I turned back to face Mori. He was watching Toby in a guarded way. A way that had me instinctively grabbing my mate's hand and squeezing it tight.

I'm here. You couldn't send thoughts through the bond, but I tried anyway. Whatever it is, I've got you.

Toby squeezed my hand back, like he understood. "What is it, Mori?"

"It's Sebastian. We need you to track him down."

Surprise rippled over Toby's face and along the bond. "Sebastian? Why? Is he in danger?"

Mori grunted. "No, but he might be if he doesn't get back to England soon to fix the fucking mess he's left behind."

Toby and I exchanged a confused look. What the fuck had Sebastian been up to while we'd been away?

The short answer was…a lot.

The long answer was complicated as fuck. Mori had to explain several times before Toby could get his head around it. I didn't say anything, just held my mate's hand as he asked Mori to repeat himself once more.

I understood exactly where Toby's confusion was coming from. Who would've thought that grumpy, human-hating Sebastian would've fallen in love with Matty? Leo's younger brother was like sunshine personified, absolutely not who I would've pegged for Toby's assassin cousin.

Him leaving Matty in the dust, heartbroken and alone? That I could've predicted.

River and Mori had gone for a walk, leaving us alone to talk. So far, Tobes hadn't said a lot. Through the bond I could feel the turmoil he was working through. Worry for his cousin. Fury that he'd hurt someone as kind as Matty.

But the prevailing feeling was guilt.

Scooting my chair back, I patted my thigh. "Come here, Toby."

He stood up silently, straddling my lap and lowering his head to my shoulder. "I'm supposed to be the one supporting you."

"Nope," I said firmly. "You might be my Dom, but you're also my mate. We support each other, remember?"

He exhaled heavily. "It's weird to rely on someone. You know?"

I stroked his back as I chuckled. "Preaching to the choir. Before you, I had no one to lean on. Now, we both have someone. So tell me what you're thinking. Do you want to go after Sebastian to see if you can talk some sense into him?"

"I think I have to," Toby said slowly. "There's so much you don't know. So much no one knows. His story…Fuck. It's dark. It's kind of my story too, in a way."

"What do you mean?"

Horror unfurled in me as Toby told me about Sebastian's past. How he'd been betrayed. How he'd lost everything.

When Toby was done, I sat in stunned silence for a moment. "Fuck."

"That about sums it up," Toby said wearily. "If everyone knew why he's this way, they'd probably give him more leeway. But given how he's pushed me away over the years, I doubt it would've changed much."

He rubbed a hand over his face before continuing. "Sebastian's my family. The only family I've got left. I should've tried harder."

"You can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped, Tobes."

"Hmm."

I didn't need the bond to tell me that Toby didn't fully agree. I made a note to speak to him about getting some therapy for himself. Not from Tyler—that would be weird given their friendship. He might've been his patient once upon a time, but a lot had happened since then.

It hadn't been just Sebastian who'd lost his family that night, but Toby too. Not only that, but he'd carried around this sense of misplaced guilt about not being able to help his cousin for literal centuries.

Toby's expression had turned thoughtful. "From what Mori said…if Sebastian really does love Matty, maybe there's a chance he might listen to me now."

I poked his ribs, repeating what had become our mantra. "All you can do is try."