“I don’t know, Wolly worked really hard for this reward,” Master said.
He pulled ever so slowly out of Wolly. He felt every fucking second of the sweet torture that made his cock throb and beg to be touched. He was getting something the others had yet to have, and it was fucking glorious.
Master didn’t go slow, pushing back in as he rocked into Wolly, and they both cried out. He did it again and again until he set a pace that had Wolly begging to come. He changed the angle, and sparks went off inside of Wolly.
“Oh, fuck yes, there,” Wolly cried out.
Master hooked his arms under Wolly’s and pulled him up, his back to Master’s chest as he continued to fuck into him. There was nothing touching his cock, and it was driving him insane. Wolly knew if he could just apply a little friction to his cock, he’d come in seconds.
He opened his eyes, looking at the others. They were already naked, licking their lips hungrily as they watched what Master did to Wolly.
“Come on, I know you want to come for me,” Master whispered into his ear.
Wolly whimpered. He kept his hands away from his cock as ordered, but damn his orgasm was right there, just out of his reach.
Master’s hips faltered, and Wolly realized Gunner and Dox were missing from the group that was watching. Master moaned behind him, but his hips didn’t stop moving, hitting that sweet spot inside of Wolly.
“I’m going to speed things up,” Gunner grunted out.
Wolly didn’t even have time to try and figure out what he meant by it, but the next thrust was more powerful than anything before. It was as if Master was pounding right into his prostate with relentless force. Master cried out, and friction be damned. Wolly’s eyes rolled back as Gunner and Master set a pace that had Wolly seeing stars. His entire body tingled as his climax rocked through him all at once. His cock erupted, strings of come shooting out and landing on the bed.
Wolly was beside himself when Master finally let him go, and he flopped face-first into his own come. He wheezed as he lay there. He found the strength to turn his head, catching sight of Gunner fucking into Master and Dox dominating Master’s mouth while he stroked his cock.
“How was it?” Joker asked, eyes trained on the three in the middle of the bed.
“Give me a few minutes and I want to try that again,” Wolly said.
Joker smiled, and Blade stepped up. “You have to wait your turn.”
Wolly was fine with that; he enjoyed playing with Master just as much as he enjoyed watching the others give Master pleasure. They were stranded out there, hiding for a little while longer, and might as well have some fun. Right?
One of the many phones Master had on the nightstand kept dinging. It was only five in the morning; too fucking early to be opening their eyes after the night they had. Wolly groaned.
“Master, can I please smash it?”
“Pass it here,” Master said.
Wolly wiggled from under Gunner and grabbed the phone that made the most noise, and he passed it to Master.
“Hello?” Master said sleepily.
“It’s too fucking early,” Smooth grumbled.
“I’ll fucking kill them,” Gunner grunted.
“Hush, all of you,” Master said.
He must have put the call on speakerphone, although there was no real need. They’d be able to hear the other side of the conversation just fine.
“It was Hilde G. Newton-Blake,” Otis, the man who’d failed to kill Master, said.
He was lucky master had spared his life; if Master hadn’t stopped Wolly that last time, he’d have sliced the man’s throat open. Wolly knew he wasn’t the only one who wanted to kill Otis. There were a few growls from the others at the sound of Otis’s voice. Bodies moved around, and if Wolly wanted to avoid being squashed, he had to sit up with Master, Dox, Nyght, Blade, Joker, and Gunner. Only Smooth stayed lying down, but his eyes were open.
“Are you sure?” Master asked.
“Yes, she was pretty out-there about it. It was supposed to be a warning to any other covens or families that think they might have a chance of crossing her and climbing the social ladder, what their fate would entail,” Otis said.
“Was the hit for Snoe Whyte or just Mr. Whyte?” Master asked.
“Mr. Whyte alone. She wasn’t able to give any description of you, just a little information on your company,” Otis answered.
Master let out a sigh of relief. “Did she accept the heart?”
“Yes, with no problems. There is still the grace period,” Otis said.
“I know. Remember Otis, thirty million is a lot. I’m sure you can live a long life as long as you keep your mouth shut,” Master warned.
“I hear you loud and clear. I wouldn’t want to face you, anyway,” Otis said.
The call ended, and Master passed the phone back to Wolly. He tossed it over to the nightstand, and it slid across, falling to the floor with the others.
“I’ll get that later,” Wolly said.
“Master, what does this mean?” Dox asked.
Master sighed. “It means that she still doesn’t know what’s happening, but she took me as a threat although she didn’t know it was me.” He looked happy about that fact. “But it does mean that we will still have to stay here. I’ll make sure Parkins and Dimitri know so they can finish the business end of things.”
“Now can we go back to bed?” Smooth asked.
Master’s stomach growled, and Blade was out of bed first.
“I’ll go start on breakfast. Smooth, it’s your turn to help hunt.”
Smooth groaned, flopping his arms up. “Someone else can go for me.”
“Wolly, you too,” Dox said.
Wolly groaned. He’d been hoping to spend some more time with Master. Maybe convince him into a morning fuck.
“Do I have to?” Wolly whined.
Master laughed, stretching his arms above his head. He tucked his dark brown hair behind his ears. “I feel like some rabbit would taste fantastic for lunch.”
Wolly was out of bed and heading for the door. “I’ll catch some right now.”
“Have fun,” Master said as Wolly left the bedroom.
In the demon realm, Wolly was considered small and fragile. But to Master, he was just as dependable as the others. He never looked down on him just because of his size. He would do anything for Master, give up his very life for the man who’d given him everything, who meant everything to him.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Snoe
It was exactly three days before the blood moon. Three days till Snoe executed his full revenge on the Blake name and Hilde. All of it was going to come crashing down in blood and fire. And Snoe would be drinking wine in bed with his men right now, but the moment he was back, Vanessa Matt made it her personal agenda to piss Snoe off.
“You said you would stop the wedding,” Vanessa shouted.
She paced back and forth like a caged animal.
“I am,” Snoe said.
Vanessa clenched her fist, and magic fizzled in the air, but Parkins and Dimitri were already on it, canceling out Vanessa’s magic in an instant. It made Snoe’s ears feel clogged and his face tight.