Chapter 14: Charity

Chapter Fourteen

Charity

W ork sucks. The only upside of my night is talking to Veryn on the phone. I’ll be surprised if I don’t have to pry him away from Meena when it’s time for him to come home.

I appreciate Bane being proactive and making arrangements for him.

If it was up to me, I would have kept him until the last possible second, but I also understand how much fun he has hanging out with Ember and the other kids that live near Thornton and Meena. Unfortunately, most of the houses around us are taken up by aging monsters, so there’s no one his age for him to play with.

Athos brought Eldritch with us, and my wyvern lies on the sofa, still resting peacefully in his humanoid form.

He’s such a beautiful man, uh, fae…whatever, I’m used to the human realm.

Athos splits his time between out in the club and coming to check on me. Dread really should offer to pay him if he’s here every night, providing security and helping.

A loud knock on the office door has me shoving myself out of my seat, but my eyes stay on Eldritch. He doesn’t move, and whoever is on the other side of the door should be grateful they haven’t interrupted his rest.

I freaking told everyone to text me if they needed me. Not only am I not ready for anyone to see him in his fae form, I’m also starting to worry about what happens if he never wakes up.

No, absolutely not.

I’m not even putting that energy out into the universe.

“What?” I whisper-hiss, tugging open the door.

“We’ve got a problem in one of the shows,” Lena says, popping a hip out. She’s a full-blooded siren and stacked with luscious curves. “What’s wrong with you?” She grabs the front of my dress, tugging me close to her nose. I grab on to the doorframe for support. She might be close to my size, but her full fae blood gives her a boost of power that I don’t possess. “Damn, you reek. Why are you even here?”

“You want a paycheck. Don’t you?” I grumble, gently shoving her hand away.

“That’s the only reason I show up.” Lena snorts. “Do you plan to fill your nest with that fine hunk of dragon that follows you around like a Doberman waiting to attack?”

My eyes narrow, taking in her sparkling light gray eyes. “I will stab you in the boob if you ever call my mate a fine hunk of dragon again.”

She chuckles. “I figured you’d hold on to the mate admission forever, just out of spite.” She links her arm through mine. “Seriously, he’s got that feral monster thing down pat. Tell me all about it on our way to permanently ban the asshole who’s causing trouble.”

My teeth dig into my lower lip as memories of all the times Bane came to pick me up file through my mind.

That big black bomber jacket he always wears to hide his arsenal of weapons, the dark jeans, even the way he leaves his boots unlaced at the top…

Damn.

Is it hot in here?

Uh-oh.

The crappy thing about barring a member from The Monster’s Den is that it has to be done by someone in management.

I’m currently the only one in the building with the power to ban someone permanently. And I don’t feel a bit of guilt about sending the grumpy shifter on his way.

Lena abandons me as soon as security arrives. I’m guessing that’s because of Jinx, but their relationship—or lack thereof—isn’t my business.

I finally finish up with the team and pop my head back into the viewing room to check that everything is still running smoothly. There are monsters and humans spread throughout the room, some in the theater-style seats at the front and others on the couches lining the wall.

My gaze landing on the stage, I watch the female vampire with her two partners. She’s suspended by four small rings, hanging in the air. Her mouth stretches wide around the giant’s crown while a vampire plows into her as he stands behind her.

It’s quite erotic to watch as her tits bounce with every slap the male vampire lands on her ass. It’s so easy to imagine myself in her place between two of my mates. My thighs rub together as a pulse of heat radiates through my body.

I wrap my arm around my middle, trying to rip my eyes from the stage.

“Enjoying the show, darling?” Athos asks directly into my ear. His warm breath fans over my neck as he snakes a hand around my middle. “Mmm, you smell slick.”

“Athos,” I gasp, feeling his fingers teasing down the front of my dress. We’re just inside the door to the viewing room. It’s not like we’re paying customers. “We can’t…”

“Would you like some privacy?” He doesn’t wait for my response, and the next thing I know, we’re on one of the second-floor balconies.

My head spins, trying to get my bearings in a totally new environment.

“Did you know I spent hundreds of years in Hell? Nero was the keeper of my jar then. He threw elaborate parties that often turned into orgies.” Athos slides his hands down my arm and wraps my fingers around the banister. “Don’t worry, I never participated. But I did learn, watching can be enjoyable under the proper circumstances.” He pulls my hair to the side, nipping at my neck.

It makes goose bumps erupt down my arms as my nipples tighten.

Athos’s hand works up under the hem of my dress, and the backs of his fingers brush my core. His other hand lands on my cheek, tilting my head back to his.

The meeting of our mouths is messy and complicated, due to the angle, but it’s so damn enjoyable. My core clenches around nothing as he tugs my panties to the side, focusing on my clit. His long, deft fingers seem to know exactly how to make me moan against his lips.

My hips grind back, working over his cock in the thin sweats he’s got on. He was wearing a T-shirt when he brought me into work, but I’m not going to question where it disappeared to.

He releases my face to cup my tit, and with how hard my nipples are, he has no problem flicking his thumb over it.

The moaning from downstairs gets even louder, and it combines with the grunts and growls from the audience to make quite the sexy background noise.

Lust pulses through my entire body, and my pussy leaks as Athos teases a finger down to test my opening.

“You’re soaked.” He pulls back from our kiss, but I can feel the curve of his smile against my cheek. “Such a swollen, needy little cunt.” He bumps my head to the side until I have no choice but to stare over the railing at the show on the stage. His palm brushes my clit, and he adds another finger on the next plunge. My inner walls cling to his thick digits, but it doesn’t feel like enough. “My balls ache. That’s how desperate I am to slide inside you.” He growls, raking his teeth over my neck. “Watching you with Eldritch was extremely enticing, and no one can say I’m not a good team player, but I yearn for my own time with you.”

My face falls forward as my hands slide around the banister. “I want you too.”

It’s hard to form words with the efficient way he teases my body. His fingers strum my nipple, and his other hand plunges in and out of my core.

The pulled-to-the-side material of my panties is soaked, even if it’s not in direct contact with my pussy.

Hell, I’m pretty sure I’m leaking down his hand.

“You’ve driven me crazy since the first time I spotted you.” He tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “Always in those flirty little dresses giving peeks of skin, but covering up all the important bits. Do you know how badly I’ve ached to toss you up against a wall and have my way with you?”

My hair falls around my face, and my head shakes. I didn’t realize, or I never let myself really consider it, because of how complicated everything has been.

Hearing his desire for me, feeling it in the way his heavy shaft bumps my ass, it’s all too much.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming as my pussy locks down on his fingers. My hips shove back, and his dick perfectly lines with my ass cheeks.

“Oh, darling,” Athos groans as I bounce on my knees, riding his hand. “So tight. I’d give anything to feel you milk my cock while I spill inside your perfect cunt.”

It’s a wonder that I’m even able to hold my top half up with how badly my arms shake. My eyes pop open, and the first thing I see is the female vampire on stage. She gained a third partner while I was coming all over Athos’s hand.

My entire body trembles, but Athos distracts me by pulling his fingers free of my sex.

“The dress can stay,” he growls, shoving my panties down. “But these are in my way.” They end up stuck around my knees as he kicks my feet apart. He tugs my hips back, flipping up the bottom of my dress and trapping it around my lower back. “Mmm, maybe one day, I’ll take you here.” He cups my ass, and his heavy cock falls against my butt cheek. “You will give me access to all your holes. Won’t you, darling?”

My head falls forward, resting against the railing in the new lower position Athos moved me into.

Athos fists himself against my ass, and my core pulses with need. “Look at that, you’re actually dripping.” He runs his fingers down my lower lips from behind. “I’m going to add my cum to the mix. We’ll see exactly how messy we can leave this sweet little pussy.”

“Please, I need you inside of me.” I groan, not bothering to keep my voice low. From the sounds of it, everyone downstairs is fully distracted with their own debauchery.

“You beg so pretty. Feel free to give me more of that.” He chuckles and slams deep. I gasp and go up on my tiptoes to try to relieve some of the ache. His crown just rearranged my insides, but I’m not sure I care. Athos pulls out, holding on to my hip in a painful grip. “There will never be anything as sweet as the satisfaction of finally slipping inside you.”

His words send a pulse straight to my clit. I didn’t think my nipples could get any harder, but even the brush of my dress against them is borderline painful.

Athos frames my back, reaching a hand around to work my clit. His hard muscles cradle against me, from my shoulders to my thighs.

He really is a perfect specimen of pure male perfection.

“Harder,” I whimper as he works in and out in perfectly measured strokes. “More.”

“Sorry, darling,” he coos. “If I’m not careful, I’ll embarrass myself. Your warm walls are clinging to my cock like they’re desperate to milk every drop of cum from my swollen balls. Fuck, I’m really trying here, but you’re so damn perfect.” His hips begin to really slap against my ass as he applies firmer pressure to my clit. He throbs inside me, making it impossible to avoid the rush of cascading pleasure.

My core locks down as my legs shake.

“I’m there,” I choke out, grinding my hips back to meet his.

“That’s it,” he growls against the side of my head. “Use me while I fuck you full of my cum. Every drop drilled as deep as I can get.” His measured strokes are long gone, replaced with vicious snaps of his hips against my butt. His crown bumps my G-spot, and even the idea of the audience just below can’t force me to be quiet. “Scream for me, darling. Make sure they all know who owns your delicious little cunt.” He freezes, and his muscles lock tight as his shaft swells to a nearly painful girth.

It’s so intense.

I’m not sure if his orgasm triggers another of my own, or if I’m somehow still coming.

Electricity shocks through my system, making my vision go spotty. I still do my best to work over his jolting length. I need to make sure he feels as incredible as I do.

It’s a perfect moment in time.

I only wish I could see his face.

There will be plenty of time for that in the future.

“It appears my cock doesn’t think it’s time to take a break,” Athos muses, kissing my cheek as he continues to grind against my backside. “Let’s see if I can wring another few orgasms out of your tight, little body.”

He really is the most perfect mate.