Chapter Seventy-Two

Havermouth, Present Time

Aislen took her time with her preparation for Talen’s arrival, pin-curling her hair to get the maximum baby-doll bounce to compliment the Lolita dress, painting her nails glossy black, and applying her makeup to make her look as doll-like as possible. She had a suspicion that she’d tapped into Talen’s Daddy Dom/little fetish, quite by accident, but now that she had come to realize it, she planned on having fun with it.

And with his many toys.

She found a vase and arranged the flowers in it, setting it onto the dresser in the master bedroom, before setting out a range of candles, using their wax to fix them to the furniture. She wriggled into the underwear and the Lolita dress, and was breathless and aching with lust at the front door when the windows lit with car headlights.

She threw open the door with a grin that faltered as she saw Heath walking towards her. He stopped dead on the gravel and looked her over, his expression shifting from pensive into fury. “Who the fuck are you expecting?” He demanded.

She clutched the teddy bear that she held tight to her.

“Me,” Talen growled down at Heath, walking through the front gate. “You parked in my spot, cub.”

For a moment they stared each other.

They were polar opposites, Aislen thought, despite sharing similar colouring and size - both men were golden blonde and pale eyed, and both were tall, broad shouldered, and heavily muscled - but they were separated by more than ten years of apparent age (who knew, she thought, how old vampires were, after all?) and where Heath had come power-dressed in a three-piece suit and expensive shoes, Talen wore his denim and plaid like armour. Heath’s jaw was clean shaven, and his hair closely cropped, where Talen wore a well-groomed beard, and a man-bun restrained his long hair.

Heath’s nostrils flared. “She does not belong to you.”

Talen arched an eyebrow. “No, she doesn’t. Morgana belongs to herself. She is generous enough to give me her time and company. And you, pup? What does Morgana give you?”

Heath looked at Aislen. “Nothing,” he said resentfully. “She has never given,” he put emphasis on the word, “me anything.”

“Perhaps you haven’t asked the right way,” Talen suggested calmly. “But tonight, I am afraid, Morgana has company. Perhaps you can ask her nicely to spare you some of her time, tomorrow, when I am not expected.”

“Whore,” Heath snarled.

Talen seized him by the collar and dragged him across the gravel until they were nose-to-nose in a movement that was too swift for Aislen’s eyes. “You want to be careful,” Talen said softly, his voice dark and dangerous. “About how you speak to Morgana. Am I clear?”

Heath inhaled deeply, and Aislen wasn’t surprised to see that he was hard. She rolled her eyes. “You’re turning him on, daddy,” she commented.

“Hmm,” Talen kept his grip on Heath, but the chemistry changed subtly between them. “When you learn manners, pup,” Talen eased his grip on Heath and smiled slowly, with heat. “Then we can discuss that,” his eyes dropped to Heath’s cock, straining against his suit trousers.

For the first time since she had known him, Heath was flustered, tugging down his waistcoat in much the same way, she thought, that a nervous virgin on her first date might tug down her skirts. His eyes flicked to Aislen, and then he looked away. He turned and returned to his car.

Aislen released her breath as he reversed out of the driveway, their eyes meeting briefly through the windscreen as he pulled out onto the street. When he had left, she looked at Talen, who watched him go, before continuing to the porch.

“I remember him,” he observed, as the shifting light played across his features. “The first night that we met.”

“Yes,” she didn’t try to play coy. Fuck, she thought, the man was breathtakingly masculine. It was no wonder that Heath had almost come in his pants. “His name is Heath. We knew each other when I was eighteen.”

“Mmm,” he cupped her jaw lifting her face into the light and the pad of his thumb stroked over her bottom lip, smearing her lipstick over her skin deliberately. “You are no longer eighteen.”

“No,” she felt her knees go. “And this is probably the first time I regret that. I would have liked to have given you my cherry.”

“I prefer my demons experienced,” he replied, and lifted against his hold on her throat so that she rose onto her tiptoes. “With clever tongues, sharp wits, and submissive natures. Do you know where I could find someone matching that description hereabouts?”

“Yes, daddy,” she breathed. “You’re holding her.”

“Damn right I am,” his smile was so hot, she was sure her skin was scorched. “Because I’m not a stupid pup, and I know how to make naughty demons beg.”

She was breathing heavily. “Fuck me, daddy,” she whispered, sure that her eyes were rolling back into her head. “I’m about two words from coming.”

His growl rumbled through him and ended in a sigh that brushed over her cheek. “Show me.”

Her hand closed over where his rested on her hip and encouraged it down under her skirt. She shed the underwear onto the doorstep and groaned as his fingers sank into her. “Fuck, daddy, that feels so good.”

“Hmm,” his lips rested against her cheek. “Did you get my deliveries today?”

“Yes, I enjoyed getting all your deliveries and unpacking them whilst thinking about you, and what we might do with them.” She slid her knee up his thigh, hooking her leg behind his hips, trying to draw him to her. She sucked on his chin through his beard, seeking his mouth. “Daddy… Please….”

“If I take you into that bedroom,” his voice rumbled through his chest. “From the moment we enter that room, you are mine to do with as I please.”

“Fuck, yes,” she ground herself into his fingers. “Yes.”

“You have two words, Morgana,” he continued. “Raudr to stop, and gulr to slow down. Say them.”

“Raudr and gulr,” she repeated breathlessly. “I’m not going to say either.”

“We’ll see,” he chuckled and released her slowly. “You enter the room of your own free will and sit on the bed. In the room, you call me daddy, and you do not say no.”

“Yes, daddy,” she was going to melt into the floor, she thought, in a puddle of helpless, wanton desire.

This was completely different to anything the Triquetra had pulled on her in their attempts to control her. Where, with the Triquetra, it had always been about them taking her autonomy from her, Talen wanted her to give it to him… and she wanted to surrender it, because she knew instinctually that he would value it as the gift that it was. Whereas, she had never felt that the Triquetra would value what they held, because they had always seen it as something unwanted that they needed to strip from her.

Talen held her eyes as she stepped back into the house, feeling her way down the hallway and into the room. She moved to sit at the foot of the bed, holding the teddy bear on her lap, breathless and waiting for him to enter.

He did not immediately follow, returning to his Ute, his shadow dragging along the bedroom window. When he came into the house, he locked the door, before approaching the bedroom, his footfalls heavy on the wooden floorboards and his shoulders filling the doorway as he took in the room.

He held a bottle of expensive champagne and two crystal champagne flutes in his hand.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to contain her excitement as his eyes lit, the red back-glow flaring to life as they came to rest on her. “Do you like the new furniture?” He asked her, as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“Yes,” her voice was breathy. “Very much.”

“What do you like about it?” He placed the flutes onto the dresser and unwrapped the champagne. The cork popping was loud. He poured the champagne and brought both flutes over to the bed. He handed one to her.

She licked her lips and took a sip, considering her answer, her eyes on his. “I like thinking about what you will do to me on and with it, daddy,” she told him. “I liked unwrapping each and every toy and imagining how you would use it on me. I liked laying on this bed and imagining you naked on it with me.”

“Well, then,” his lips curled slightly, and his eyes smouldered with desire. “I would hate to disappoint my little demon.”