Two Different Perspectives on How This Love Story Ends

I could smell that soothing, uplifting scent of Leah, laid out there beside me, long before I came to. It gave me the most wonderful, wicked dreams. Then I opened my eyes, saw her awake, with the sunlight filtering in faintly through the drawn, thick curtains, and I told her instantly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I was gonna pass out. I thought I’d be there in time for…”

“It’s fine.”

“No it isn’t,” I lament, turning my eyes up to the ceiling. “Do you know how much work I put in? Three months of awkward, uncomfortable ballroom dance lessons…”

Her eyes widen. “You were taking lessons? And you didn’t fucking take me with you?!”

“I wanted to surprise you. Didn’t want to spend the first few days repeatedly stepping on your feet. I wanted everything to be…” Perfect, instead of this disappointing mess.

“Everything will be fucking fantastic,” Leah nonetheless insists. “And you will sure as shit give me that dance. We’ll just… plan another reception,” she sighs, leaning her head on my shoulder. “And plan a proper honeymoon…”

“You never got one of those the first time around, huh?” I distantly note. “With Luc and Julian…”

“Guess that makes you more special,” she teases, giving me the most innocent, quick peck on the lips.

I knot my hand in her hair and keep her face pinned to mine as she goes to pull away, stroking my tongue through her lips. She gives a happy moan.

“Ben’s asleep?”

“Yeah. I don’t know for how much longer…”

“Then we’ll need to book a hotel room tonight,” I insist, pushing back the covers keeping us divided and opening her legs. “But I can’t wait that long. We can be quiet, right?”

“Gracen,” she gasps, with my hands already sliding inside her underwear, teasing it down along her thighs.

I instantly stop. “You’re not in the mood?”

“I… always. But you’re…” She swallows, searching my eyes. “You don’t… You can’t…” I lead her hand to the bulge of my rock hard dick, and she can’t fight her spreading smile.

“I am fully myself, awake, and alive, and I want to make love to my wife.”

She bit into my hand so hard the blood flowed right down her chin, shortly after that initial thrust. I needed the meaty, forceful gag there to muffle her screams, as she ripped at my shirt, and I sunk my teeth into her breast. I took only the smallest mouthful before kissing my way back up to her face, staring straight into her eyes and savoring their ever-widening, fevered response, as I quicken my pace, bite my lip, and fight to keep my own primal grunts and moans from carrying beyond the bedroom.

We broke the bed-frame, and I was worried that I broke her too for a minute there.

She assures me deliriously that she’s “Good. More than good. And you’re…?”

I wasn’t going anywhere. I’d never leave her again. I can be there for her in heart, mind, and body, and I will prove it again and again. “Just promise me something.”

“What?”

“Promise me you’ll quit your job. I know you hate it.”

She swallows. “It’s… fine. We need the--”

“No, we don’t. I’ll take care of it. I can take care of us. Trust me.”

She does, and she lets me keep making love to her all the rest of that afternoon. She calls Julian while I’m right there inside her and breathlessly asks him to come watch Ben, when we hear him start to wake from his five o’clock nap.

He takes the kid on a long, extended play-date as soon as it’s dark out, sends us a quick thumbs up text the second they’re gone. Then we’re free to be as loud as Leah wants it.

We broke the door of its hinges, shattered some dishes doing it on the kitchen island, and it is still not enough. It will never be enough.

“I love you, Leah,” I gasp.

“Then keep sipping that blood, but don’t you dare pass out on me,” she orders, pushing herself to keep going in the same brutal, body-breaking, pleasure-giving way, until orgasm finally gives way to exhaustion and the release finally ends.

* * *

“I had a wet dream about Gracen,” Luc sighs, while I’m giving him a massage.

We made up after our argument over turning Leah, when he admitted how much having emotions actually scares him. Now I’m reassuring him he is safe being vulnerable, at least with me, in the only way he’s comfortable with – through action and touch. He also deserves the reward and destressing, after these tense past days dealing with Resa.

It takes me a second to even process his last comment. “You’re dreaming about Gracen?” I’m not jealous. I’m just… surprised. “Was this the last time Leah was over, or has it been going on for…?”

“No. It just started last night.”

I blink. “Uh… You weren’t asleep last night. You can’t sleep, or dream, not without Leah’s blood.”

“I can,” he claims. “It is called a daydream, and if it happens at night, then the day part is null and void, so…”

“So you were lying here, just picturing Gracen…?”

“Fucking me, just like Roman did. Only much more loving and considerate then how Roman did it. And even with Roman... it wasn’t all bad, you know,” he murmurs. “Is that insane of me to admit?”

“No. I understand.” He was Luc’s first, and he loved his slave in a sick and soulless way, valued him above all his other progeny and partners. It also probably helped that he had all that height, charisma, and otherworldly attractiveness. “You’re still glad he’s gone though?”

“Of course. I fucking wish I could have been the one to shoot him… But no. Actually...” He catches my hand, kissing my fingertips. “Having it be you was… that was actually perfect.” I give a sad and somber grin. “Still, for all Roman’s flaws… He had such a marvelous dick.” I can’t help but roll my eyes at the practical whine in his voice – thirsting over such a base tool of pleasure. “Gracen has that same marvelous dick, and he does not have all that cruelty and sadism. He makes the perfect porn star really.” I shake my head. “Shame I never got him on video… Still, I can envision the perfect scenario. Leah takes part, of course, most ecstatic to be fucking the pair of us, but you’re doubtless going to denounce the entire thing as perverse and ‘wrong’. Correct?”

I don’t tell him about my own dreams. They were not immoral, purposeful fantasies like what Luc is talking about. They were actual dreams my subconscious mind forced upon me a few times while Leah was visiting us. Yes, I dreamed of kissing Gracen, making him moan just as happily as Leah does with my tongue in her mouth. I spent far too long staring at him while he was passed out in my bedroom for weeks, but I never told Luc about the silly, irrational crush, because I thought he’d be jealous and angry, not… into it. Now I can see he would be all to happy to direct the pair of us, right here, on this very bed--

Stop thinking about it. I have Leah, and I have Luc. With Antonio and Kate also fighting for my attention, it is almost more than I can handle, truth be told. I do not need any more than that most fulfilling network of people who actually love me.

“Gracen is never going to fuck you, Luc,” I tell my favorite partner now, as gently as I can get across the crude and blunt but much needed reality check. “You know that, right? He is straight.”

“Is he though?”

“Yes! And whatever you’re thinking now. Just… do not even try it. Alright?”

He rolls right up against me, running his hands down my back and right onto my ass cheeks. “Don’t try to make you cum so hard you black out from the pleasure?”

I blush. “That’s what you were thinking about?”

“With these soft, strong hands rubbing into my flesh? Of course it’s all I was thinking about.” He kisses his way around my head. “And I would do it all… while thinking of Gracen, and Leah.” I stiffen. “In fact, my perfect porn film… or an even better live show… Leah would get just deliciously upset, if she were to walk in on Gracen fucking *you* one day…”

“You are an absolute bastard, and that is never going to happen,” I insist. Then I do my best to keep him occupied, with eyes for me alone, waiting in secret anticipation for when Leah finds her way back to us, so the chaos can resume.