Page 199 of Pucking Them
“He wants it to be a surprise.” D’Angelo draws back from me. “He knows that we love surprises, even if he doesn’t. He should be ready by now. Let’s follow this yellow brick road. I’ll have to tell Kay how much I appreciate her Kitten putting this much effort into our experience, and Eden’s too.”
“Dee has never had a friend who included him before.” Shay looks down. “Cas has designed this whole event around my brother. Kay will reward him, yeah?”
D’Angelo snorts. “She spends her life treating him.”
“What about Ev?” I remember Everett’s quiet acceptance of his different place in his dynamic to the other two subs, but it’s been haunting me.
Everett has worked hard to support Cassian, despite running his own shop and being in charge of the chores and cooking at home.
I don’t want him to be forgotten.
Shay nods, emphatically. “Yeah, he deserves to be rewarded too.”
D’Angelo glances between us in surprise. “Is there a problem?”
“Kay doesn’t love Ev,” Shay blurts.
The silence is uncomfortable.
D’Angelo’s lips pinch. “That’s not our business. Kay may have collared him but that doesn’t mean she’s romantically involved in the same way that we are. I’m sorry. Did I miss that we need to talk about this?”
Shay and I exchange a glance.
“Next week,” I suggest, “when we have a couple of days before the final begins. My head knows that relationships are different for everyone; my heart just isn’t at the same place yet.”
“Same here, love.” Shay’s expression clears again.
“Also, have I missed,” I scrutinize the little that I can see of D’Angelo’s face underneath the gorgeous mask, “that you’re not feeling up to tonight? Mike gave me his strictest instructions that…even though you’re an Alpha…you’re not allowed to participate in rigorous exercise.”
“That means no fucking,” Shay singsongs.
“It can mean no coming for you, Puppy,” D’Angelo growls.
“Hey, you make a better dog than I do.” Shay laughs. “Why don’t you snarl at me next?”
My nerves sing with anticipation. The air is charged.
What Shay is doing is equivalent to sticking his head in the lion’s mouth and daring it to bite.
Or possibly, sticking his dick in its mouth and asking for a blow job.
D’Angelo’s blue eyes glow like chips of ice behind his mask, as he slowly prowls toward Shay.
Shay suddenly looks panicked, trying to scrabble away. But he chokes, forgetting that he’s caught on my leash, literally.
He raises his hand to this throat, before he relaxes, as if being caught by me means safety.
D’Angelo coolly grabs Shay by the hair, dragging him up onto his knees. “Only one of us is the Puppy here.Beg.”
Shay flushes.
He glances around the room, realizing that we have quite an audience of other guests, who are already watching us.
Shay swallows. “Please…?”
D’Angelo smiles, cruelly. “Dogs don’t beg like that.”
Shay’s cheeks flush darker, but his cock, which is trapped and outlined in a thong, is rock hard.
