Chapter 13: Chapter 13

EVERMORE

I dance until two a.m. to the music, and eventually Fiona leaves a long chat with Hazel and Zayda to come find me.

We’re dancing together, getting so close we’re holding hands—and it’s not too much longer that Draco appears from the darkness and the strobe lights, strolling through the fake smoke to intercept his wayward girls.

Red places a hand on our napes as he directs us from the dance floor, straight to the back.

“Sluts,” Draco drawls in both our ears, nipping my earlobe and Fiona’s second, “It’s time to please your master—I want to play ~rough~.”

Fiona and I had a few drinks each, but we were only tipsy and feeling flirty; we were hardly drunk.

We both smile.

Draco was stone-cold sober—he wasn’t a fan of drinking.

He knew it’s one reason his father’s anger was so often unhinged.

“Where to?” I ask.

After passing down a blank corridor filled with extra seating and chairs stacked against the walls, we all reach a gray lifeless door, while Draco pulls out a house key.

“My brother’s condo—”

“—a janitor’s closet?” Fiona asks Draco. “A little cringe—don’t you think? A bit immature, Draco?”

Draco pauses with the key halfway into the lock, as he sends a smoldering look her way.

“Why don’t you wait three seconds longer, Penny? I’m about to open the door.”

“And I’m just pointing out that you’re taking us into a janitor’s closet,” Fiona eggs him on, smirking, simply choosing to die on the dumbest hill to cause a fight.

“Don’t ever drink, Penny—the stupid comes out.

“Even if I took you to a confined space—like a janitor’s closet—I’d burn the whole fucking place down, fucking you in the fire—the flames won’t burn our cute little mage with a serious attitude problem.” Draco takes the key out and puts it in her palm.

“Why don’t you do the honors? See what’s inside?”

“I don’t have an attitude. I have humor.” Fiona rolls her eyes.

“You’re sooooo mean to me, Red.”

“Hardly,” Draco drawls while he watches her take the key and put it in the lock, sighing.

“Quiet, Ice?” Draco asks me. “Why?”

“Tired,” I whisper, truthfully for once. “Hopefully there’s a bath and a warm bed for us to fit into.”

“I thought we were crashing on a couch?” Fiona grumbles.

“Open the door, Penny,” Draco snarls as she turns the key but doesn’t push on the door, sending a glare back at Draco.

“You’re horny.” Fiona narrows her eyes. “Aren’t you—grumpy?”

Draco actually looks taken aback, straightening up, shuffling to the side.

“Obviously,” I chuckle as I poke Draco’s arm. “He’s straining he’s so hard.”

“Nice observation, girls.” Draco softens his tone.

“Yes, Penny—I’m hard for you and Ice. Please, open the fucking door, my sweet, beautiful, intelligent mage—let’s open the door now, love. Open the door. Open. The. D—”

“Shut up, Draco.” Fiona still won’t open the door.

“Besides, I don’t care that you’re horny and handsome. I’m feeling more like laying down and not doing ~any~ work, so if you want to do something with your prick—use your hand?”

And Fiona ~still~ hasn’t opened the door—it’s even starting to irritate me, while she licks her lips and looks Draco up and down.

“Does that make you…angry…Draco?” Fiona whispers, sultry as hell as she ~finally~ opens the door and waltzes in, swinging her hips.

Draco hard blinks and looks at me, both his irises raging fire pits.

The pesky mage knew how to push every button on a dragon.

“Unbelievable,” Draco murmurs.

“Penny never fails to surprise me.”

“Any orders, Red?” I ask, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah—get her naked so I can bite her all over.” Draco smirks and holds out his hand.

“After you, Ice.”

I walk in and Draco follows.

In the darkened apartment, we walk until the mirage of gray smog lifts around us.

We’ve walked through an illusion and stepped out into a condo the size of a mansion, tucked away at the back of a warehouse.

“Only those who hold the key can see this place,” Draco answers, also in awe of what Ozzy has built with his mates.

It’s a warehouse conversion, the middle open space shows the kitchen and living area, and it’s spacious as fuck.

“He said any room we want,” Draco mentions.

“Sounds good.” My nostrils flare as I look around the luxury condo.

“…where’s Fiona?”

“Exactly my thoughts.” Draco’s nostrils also flare, and he stops breathing.

We both sniff the scent at the same time.

Warm honey.

Clear nectar.

Draco and I both spot a bare foot stretching into the air, toes pointed, beyond a couch.

“~She’s naked already~,” I growl under my breath.

“Little sprite.” Draco sneers and waltzes over.

“What are you doing, Penny?”

We both glance over the couch, and Fiona is holding her dress over her front, grinning as she barely covers her tits and pussy, while hiding a hand between her legs.

“I’m relaxing.” Fiona sighs and moans as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back.

I watch Draco not bother with undressing—he’s shifted out of his clothes so they fall in a pile at his feet.

Jumping over the black leather couch, Draco makes Fiona scream and giggle as they both go rolling off the couch together, tangled in a heap.

I watch Fiona crawl on top with her hips perfectly positioned above his cock.

Draco puts his hands behind his head.

“Exactly how I planned it.” He wriggles his brows while Fiona starts to lower down over his iron-hard shaft.

“Ride me, you slut.”

She starts to ride without complaint, while I jump over the couch and relax on my side, watching them while Fiona’s red curls bounce along her skin and her brand glows with more red than blue.

“Look at that,” Draco growls out, husky as his hands trail over her hips and he stares at her breasts.

“Perfection. ~Faster~.”

“Mm.” Fiona throws her head back and her hair, riding Draco faster while he guides her hips, gritting his jaw as he tries not to move under her so she can enjoy the pace.

“You’re so thoughtful, Draco,” I whisper, batting my eyelids.

“So gentle.”

“One of a kind, I am.” Draco laughs sharply.

Then Fiona settles down deep over his cock, and I can tell she squeezes hard—because he takes it as a challenge.

“You want to play, who cums first—Penny?”

“Ye—AH—~oh~!” Fiona yells out as Draco grabs her hips and flips them around, ramming into her from the front, while she wraps her legs around his hips and her red hair splays out across the polished concrete.

“Evermore,” Fiona whispers, gasping and closing her eyes as Draco fucks her faster and closer, while he whispers something back into her ear that I can’t hear.

But I watch Fiona cum, while she looks at me, eyes teary as her body trembles all over.

Then Draco turns to me with a violent smirk of evil Red intention.

“What?” I ask, almost nervous.

Draco says nothing, rather he shows me—pulling from Fiona, he kisses her on the nose and stands up.

I sit up as I face Draco’s naked torso.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous, and his dick is glistening.

“Come here.” Draco might say that, but he steps toward me, petting his hand through my silver strands, and tickling my ear.

“You know what to do, Ice… Come closer.” Draco hovers his dick near my lips while I grab the thick shaft and lift it so I can start at his balls.

“Look at me, fuck—I can’t believe you’re both mine,” he murmurs his appreciation as my tongue licks his sack and then up his shaft, nice and slow.

“Mm, wait, wait, me too!” Fiona crawls from the ground, breathless and husky with her intense orgasm—which I can taste all over him.

Fiona gets in front of Draco and the couch, and she licks over his balls, while I lick over the top of his shaft—both our eyes locked on our Red.

Draco gulps, fucking speechless.

His eyes roam over us and he has no command for us to change our action or go somewhere else—this is already perfect.

His dick gets phenomenally harder and fiery hot.

I gasp over the head of his cock, sucking it hard, while Fiona stays lapping at his balls—pushing closer, kissing him all over, moaning.

Now I’m fucking moaning—once Fiona starts, I can’t help it.

It doesn’t help that her fingers have slid their way under my dress, and she tickles my pussy and clit through my panties, just tickling me.

I start to squirm and suck over Draco’s dick harder.

We’re all fucking moaning now—

But then the front door opens.

We all hear Ozzy speaking quietly to his mates.

All of us cease our noise and I quickly take the three of us into the Shadow Realm—all while Draco’s dick pulses and cums over my cheeks, and Fiona licks my face while watching Draco, looking for a reaction.

Draco glares and puts a finger to his lips, then does a slicing motion with his hand, indicating she should stop playing.

I agree with Draco—but Fiona has that look in her eye.

She looks to me for approval but I shake my head.

~I’ll punish you,~ I warn her, ~don’t—~

Fiona answers Draco and I together, with a sweet little; ~I can’t help myself.~

She takes Draco’s dick into her mouth, sucking his whole shaft—making him hard again.

He quickly pulls her off his dick, and I wrap my hand around her mouth, whispering into her ear, “Your ass is getting whipped red—you’re so bad, Penny.”

“I know.” Fiona speaks into my hand, giggling.

Red pulls out of my touch and becomes visible to his brother and his mates—only for a second.

“Would you like a glass of water, loves?” Ozzy halts his adventure to the kitchen sink when he spots Draco naked. “Ah…bro?”

“Turn around for a second, thanks.” Draco twirls his finger, talks all polite and shit.

Fiona is trying not to laugh at how composed Draco is trying to be as he picks up a throw and wraps it around our invisible bodies, then he picks up another throw and uses that too.

“With me,” he hisses down at us, while he holds a pillow to his crotch.

“I’ll compensate you for the…you know, the mess,” Draco calls out to Ozzy, Braelynn, and Waverly.

“Third room on the right might suit you,” Ozzy suggests.

“Have fun.” Braelynn waves. “He’s just as feral as you, Ozzy…”

“Don’t misbehave too hard, girls,” Ozzy calls out to us, as we stumble away wrapped in throw rugs.

“All Reds have a tipping point.”

“And you’ll have all the devices you need, love,” Waverly adds to Draco.

“Thanks.” Draco gives them all a thumbs up, before herding us toward the guest room.

“Move it,” Draco snarls quietly, “You’re getting the special treatment, Penny. You’re a bad, ~bad~ mage.”

“What about Evermore?” Fiona pokes her head through the blanket, glaring.

“Aren’t you going to punish her too?”

“No.” Draco reaches the door, opening it and helping us in.

“We’re both doing you.”

“Oh, oh, no,” Fiona gasps and pretends to be fearful as she runs in ahead of me.

“That sounds awful! And look at this awful room!”

“What do you think, Ice?” Draco shuts the door and faces me, while I drop the blanket.

“Obedience training,” I suggest, while taking in the play room.

“Agreed—but there’s no rewards tonight,” Draco says solemnly, like he hates denying pleasure.

“You ready for pain, Penny?”

“Mmhm.” Fiona looks around at the multitude of BDSM devices, and she hops herself up onto a wooden horse, a wedge of wood—but with a smoother surface to the wedge so it’s not as painful as it is stimulating.

“Oooo, I’ve always wanted to try one of these…” Fiona sits herself down slowly, sits for a moment then shuffles off.

“Oh, oh, it’s a b-bit much—o-on second thoughts, m-maybe not.” She turns around and looks at the both of us.

Draco and I, we’re both tilting our heads, seeing the wet cream smeared where she sat.

“How did that feel, Penny?” Draco asks, quiet and now stony calm.

“Pleasureful with some…just some pain,” Fiona whispers back, blushing.

“I’ll do it…um, if Evermore does it with me.”

“You’ll sit there until you apologize like you mean it, you little slut,” Draco drawls low, and Fiona squeezes her thighs together.

“I love that dirty talk.” She bites her lip.

“Ice?”

“I’ll only get on that with you if you let me clamp your nipples too.” I suggest.

“I want to see you squirm and beg.”

“Me too,” Draco adds. “Our little mage—all pink and sore…and…mmm…screaming.”

“That’s dark.” Fiona laughs deeply. “Haha…very dark…”

She turns around, all nervous as she trips into the horse while trying to move around it.

“Careful, Penny.” Draco chuckles.

Then he glances at me. “You’re joining her?”

“Why not?” I ask. “If only to see her regret it.”

Draco nods. “I ever tell you I like how you think, Evermore?”

“Also, tie our Sub’s arms behind her back,” I suggest, knowing she can hear. “I want her completely stuck.”

“Oh, geez,” Fiona moans as she puts a hand between her legs, hiding on the other side of the wooden wedge while rubbing her clit out of sight. “I ever tell you—that I love you both, sooooo much?”

“Try a little harder.” Draco starts to approach her. “Also, are you happy to play this game?”

He pauses to see if she’s willing.

With a sparkle in her eye, Fiona nods and glances at me.

And I can already read her cheeky brat mind. She’s doing ~these~ things to do these things to me.

Fiona is a perfect menace.

Draco knows it.

And I’m about to feel it.