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[Bunny]

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

"Nevara is still working. One very thin wall away." The raspy sound of his voice told Conor that he was winning. For all of his bluster, Anders never had much control of himself. Significantly less so when his husband was on his knees and tugging at the belt of his slacks. There were many things that might deceive from the outside. That Conor, dark hair and blue eyes, would be the bright one, playful and kind. His mate, the towering man with his honey blonde hair and dark golden eyes, looked about as intimidating as he was, all broad shoulders and scars. However, he had a soft spot for those he cared about. And an even softer spot for the man about to put his mouth around him. Conor almost groaned at the feeling of rough hands in his hair. "You don't seem to care that much." A click of metal and a few rough tugs exposed Anders' cock, already starting to grow hard from the promise of pleasure. It would not be the first time they fucked in this office, and not the first time they had been a little risky. After all, they had been together for a very long time. Despite appearances, they were something far more. Dragons, one of the first races to walk the world and now one of the rarest. Not a single one had kept a pure bloodline. Conor was fae, full of mischief and magic. He could trace his blood on both sides to the ancient history of Ireland. Had lived through wars, fought as a knight. He was as deeply connected to the human world as any dragon could be. And he was the one two kept them both that way, dragged Anders into the light of modernity when they mated. Anders was... something else. He had no bloodline, no pedigree. He had slashed and warred and killed and fucked through Scandinavia. Ironic that he was also the one who ran the tech side of their little tech startup that had ballooned over the last decade. Conor was always the people person, always able to please. As he ran his tongue along the side of Anders' thick cock, it was obvious he enjoyed it. Dragons always mated in sets of three, but they had been together so long they hardly worried about their third. They would arrive one day. No, as Conor wrapped his lips around his husband's cock, they were only worried about one another. So focused they did not see their door was ajar. Conor groaned as Anders gripped his hair and forced him down, not a drop of hesitation in his movement as he took mate down his throat. Anders most certainly enjoyed being in charge. Even his stone-carved expression twitched into a smile as he moved, thrust himself in and out of Conor's mouth until he was slick and ready. Then, he growled a single low word. "Desk." Conor pulled away with a greedy suck, immediately wrapping his calloused fingers around Anders as soon as his mouth was empty. "But, Nevara is just on the other side of the wall." Even as he smirked devilishly, Conor rose to his feet and walked to the side of the desk. Until now, it had been difficult to see exactly what they were up to from the door. Now, as he turned to look at Anders, the straining bulge of his own cock was visible through his tan suit pants. Anders seemed to respond eagerly to the provocation, pulling open a drawer on his desk and retrieving a small bottle. "Not that you deserve this, mouthing off, but I can't have you making too much noise." Anders moved to stand behind Conor, pushing his feet wider before wrapping an arm around his waist and starting on his own belt. Conor was a tall man, a little over six feet, but next to Anders he looked almost small. That was not even counting how massive and swollen the taller man's cock was, pressed against his mate as he shoved the pants down his hips. Conor let out a groan as his cock sprang free, pressed against the wood. With practiced movement, Anders opened the bottle and poured lube over his cock, on Conor's ass as it pushed back to him. Then, there was a sudden thud as Anders pushed his mate flat on top of the desk. "Oops." Conor laughed breathlessly, looking back at the other man. "I think you don't care if we get caught. Like what you see?" He got his answer a moment later when his mate's swollen cock pushed against the tight entrance of his ass. They groaned in unison, pushing toward each other until Anders was hilted inside. Conor could never explain how perfectly they fit, how the curve of Anders' cock stimulated every fucking nerve. His cock, however, seemed to express it quite well from the amount of precum dripping down the side of the desk. Anders was surprisingly gentle at first, taking his time to make sure Conor adjusted to his size. That is, until the dark haired man growled. "Harder." Then, he was pinning Conor down by the back of his neck, his other arm wrapping around to grip his cock. The thrill was starting to catch up to both of them, the risk of being seen by their assistant growing with every second. Soon, the sound of skin on skin was faintly echoing, Anders slowing his thrusts just in time to keep the noise down. So long together, they were deeply in sync, knew the signs of each other's pleasure. At the same time Anders pushed deep, Conor pushed back and grinded against him, both biting their lip to keep the sound under control as they reached their peak. Anders first, erupting inside his mate, and Conor following a moment later, pushed over by the sensation of being filled. His seed spilled down the side of the desk, little thrusts from Anders forcing more and more out as he nudged his mate's prostate. Both panting, Anders leaned down to bite the side of Conor's neck, claiming and affectionate. Conor, groaning at the feeling, made sure he never glanced over at the door.

 

[Bunny]

The sun had set outside, the sky a blush of reds, pinks and purples. At the horizon, hidden by the towering skyscrapers, inky blue slowly climbed from it. Working late never really bothered her, after half a year working as Mr. Errikson and Mr. Gallagher, it was almost commonplace. Pulling her attention back to the printer as it finished to the pristine white pages, the dark black ink drying before her eyes from shiny to matte. Scooping the warm papers from the tray, she knocked them neatly together and fixed a paperclip to the corner. Adding it to the stack of other applicants that they would need to interview, she couldn’t help but smile slightly. In two months time, she’d be married and away on her honeymoon. Leaving her bosses alone with some poor new soul. They would be there temporarily, but she knew how harrowing it could be to work for them. It wasn’t that they were assholes. Nor were they cruel. They were creatures of habit though and they took their work seriously. Privacy was top among them. She could remember the first week of training and how often it was stressed. Her replacement wouldn’t need to learn their little tells. She’d only be covering for three weeks. Still, three weeks with her bosses? She’d have to get her replacement a gift. Still smiling to herself she rose from her desk, hands smoothing her pencil skirt over her thighs. The slit was perhaps a touch high for work, but neither Mr. Errikson or Mr. Gallagher had ever once complained about her choice of clothing. It was professional, if not a bit free. The red blouse she wore tucked into her skirt could have looked pirate-y on her, instead she felt like it made her look sexy. Pale skin showed when she moved, though it was tasteful. The stockings were really where her tastes showed, the bats building from her feet up toward her knees. The velveteen pumps completed the outfit. Gothic Chic at its best. Picking up the manila folder, Nevara made her way out of her office and headed for the door beside her own. One hand lifted to knock when she heard her name and paused. It was Mr. Errikson, though, she’d never heard him like this before. His normally stern voice husky. Biting her lower lip, she hesitated for a moment, knowing that if anything breached their privacy, this was it. Then she heard Mr. Gallagher groan. The sound rippled through her blood shooting right to her core. Licking her lips, she moved closer to the slightly opened door. Conor was on his knees before Anders. She knew they were lovers. Married, if she wasn’t mistaken. It wasn’t exactly a secret. But this.. Nevara knew she should turn away, go back to her offices and bring the papers with her on the plane for them to look at. That was exactly what she planned to do before she watched Anders curl his hands in the thick, dark hair of Conor and pull him down on his cock. Voyeurism had never been a thing for her, until now that was. It wasn’t like a train-wreck, it was.. Hot as hell and as she watched Anders take control of the situation, she felt her panties dampen. What the hell was wrong with her? They were married and gay! They’d never looked at a woman in the time she’d worked for them. Yet, she watched, unable to help herself. Desk. One word and this time, from the darkness of the hallways, she saw them both fully. Her knees felt week and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that her panties were not damp, they were fucking soaking. She watched, blushing like a virgin, as Anders started to slowly fuck Conor and nearly moaned when the man beneath him demanded harder. It took her a minute, as Anders leaned over Conor to get herself together. She still wasn’t changing her plans on the paperwork in her hands. Carefully she stepped away from the door and headed to her office. If they knew, they’d fire her. Not that she’d blame them. Yet, she struggled with the slight feeling of guilt and her own arousal, which for the moment, was drowning it. -- Her fingers toyed with the edge of her phone, eyes unfocused. Since the night before, she’d been lost in the memory of what she’d witnessed… far too much. It was Mr. Errikson talking that had her head jerking upward, her pale cheeks burning with blush. Between not listening to him and recalling how he and his husband had fucked across the desk the night before, it was warranted. Her mind spun, to recall what he’d asked. “Oh, um, Josh said he could hold down the fort.” Not that there was much left to do when it came to planning their wedding. Nevara had taken care of all of it, with no help from her husband. He was just so busy. The first year at a law firm was like that and while it hurt a little, she tried to not let it bother her. She’d asked him again last night if he was sure about her taking the trip, they’d understand if she backed out. No babe! You have been wanting to go to the UK for years, see castles and all that jazz. Go. I got this. And when you come back we will get married and then jet off to Tahiti. He’d been so encouraging and sweet about it. A smile curled on her lips absently. It was nice that he was supporting her dream, god knew she’d supported him. No that she was bitter, it was for them and their future. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked if she were sure and then it dawned on her. Was she ruining their vacation? “Unless you don’t need me?” Instantly she was worried and she straightened in her seat. Her soft black jeans pressed against her thighs as her comfortable flats squeaked against the linoleum. Her shirt today was black and lacy. Very monochrome, but she was comfortable for the long flight to the UK. Her eyes slipped to the crowd and for a moment her mind went blank. Was that Josh? What was he doing here? And then as if the picture cleared, she found her fiance in the arms of another woman, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Was that Heidi? A VP in his firm? White noise filled her ears and she didn’t realize she’d dropped her phone or stood. It was like she’d blinked one moment and was before Josh and Heidi the next. “Josh?” Her normally sweet voice came out in a disbelieving croak.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It was not that Anders disliked their assistant. She was a little less professional than some might want for an executive assistant at a swelling tech investment firm, but she did her job. Not to mention that she was delightful eye candy. He was not the one who tended to look for women, but he enjoyed their company plenty. Nevara was pretty, but he had never been interested. For one, she worked for them. That was also two, three, and four for Anders. Don't shit where you eat. Which was why he was not thrilled to have her come on their vacation. She was engaged and too involved in their lives to be a fling. Conor, unfortunately did not share his philosophy. "Are you sure you want to leave so close to the wedding?" It was a little surprising that she was caught off guard. Anders blamed the lack of professional environment. He was wearing a t-shirt and a cardigan for fucksake. However, she seemed happy enough to push on, assured him that it would be fine. Not his place to turn down a chance to get some work done on the vacation. "Alright. Let us know if you have any fires." Anders went to sit beside his mate, who looked considerably more comfortable in his henley and khakis. He peeked at the app Conor held, already scouting for fun when they landed. Neither even noticed that Nevara stood and crossed the room. Josh also did not manage to notice until she was practically on top of them. He only pulled away from Heidi when he heard his name. There was naked shock on his face when he saw her. It lasted for all of a few seconds before he realized that there was no way out. "Well, fuck me I guess." He wiped a hand down his face and glanced at Heidi, who at least had the decency to look embarrassed. "Alright, I guess you caught me. But, listen, what did you expect? You aren't exactly going anywhere fast, babe. I'm a fucking lawyer at a big firm and you are a PA. If I'm going to be a partner before I'm thirty five, I have to stop picking around." There was a pause as he watched her try to process it all. And there was no way he planned what came out next. It was frustration and he decided to point it all at the woman in front of him. "You are going off to fuck your bosses in the UK anyway. Don't act like you haven't been sucking their dicks when you work overtime. I'm not going to listen to you act like you are some kind of saint. Stop with the puppy dog eyes you dumb cun..." Conor felt the man, Josh, felt his nose crunch under his fist when he punched him. Even if he had been a bit of a stronger man, Conor had fought on battlefields. Josh folded into a heap on the ground and Conor had an arm around Nevara's shoulders to drag her away. Anders was at their backs as he walked her away. Conor could only whisper something kind as they moved. "Come on. Just keep walking. We need to get on the plane." He kept his grip tight, made sure her only option was to follow him. More importantly, if he stayed, it was not going to end with just a punch. He felt the dragon in him pushing at the edges of this shape. Felt anger boiling. Because he cared deeply about their little assistant. Found her to be an impossibly sweet girl, even aside from how lovely she was. He needed his mate to handle this. Anders, once he was sure that they had gotten away from the growing crowd, moved to confront Josh. Or, more to confront Heidi, who was now crouching and cradling her lover, holding his nose. "I wouldn't recommend starting anything over this. Our lawyers are better than your firm. And, honestly, if he was fucking you behind her back, he will do it to you as well." The air vibrated with strange power, invisible but tangible. It sank into the woman, like tendrils of starless void plunging into her head. His words went from suggestion to command, laced into her subconscious. "But, I have a flight to catch." He found the pair sitting together on their charter jet a few minutes later, dropping bags on the floor. "You left your luggage behind. Both of you."

 

[Bunny]

White noise buzzed in her ears still, as she started up at Josh and Heidi. Heidi was everything she wasn’t. Tall, beautiful, elegant. Where Nevara was barely five feet, Heidi was easily five eight or five nine without heels. Her body was made to be craved. Breasts, legs for days and an ass. It wasn’t fair that her face matched her body. The look of shock and then his voice jerked her back into the here and now. Her eyes flicked between Heidi and Josh and what he said next had her lips parting in shock. What did she expect? From her fiance.. That she’d helped support through law school. The man she’d thought was her one and only. Who she was marrying in a little over two months. She tried to come to grips with the fact her life had just crumbled before her eyes. “Josh..” Her voice sounded too soft, too meek. Broken. She hated him at that moment for making her feel lesser than. It was what came next though that made her face harden despite the tears that made Josh go glassy before her. Had Conor not decked him, she would have. Her small hands were curled into fists. Nevara was trembling from head to toe. One moment Josh was there and then he wasn’t and a strong arm was wrapped around her shoulders. Conor’s scent enveloped her, the sweetness of herbs, an earthy scent that reminded her of forests and the feel of the sea’s sun on her face. Oddly it calmed her as he moved her along, Keeping her from falling. He was the only thing in the moment that kept her upright. Leaning into him without realizing, their scents mingled. Her own bright like citrus and sweet. The warmth of spice and finally the coziness of a blanket kept in cedar. The airport around them was a blur and it wasn’t until she was walking up a set of stairs that she seemed to come out of it. Conor didn’t release her though until he settled her into a plush leather chair. Still in shock, Nevara tried to make sense of it all. How couldn't she have known? Long nights? Business trips? How long had they been sleeping together? Had they been fucking in their bed? The bile rose up and burned her throat. Closing her eyes tightly, she focused on her breathing. It was a thump of bags that had her eyes flying open. Jumping slightly, she looked up into Anders' face, her own pale. The blue eyes, soft as a spring day, were drowning in blackness. A thin rim of blue showing around her pupil. “Sorry.” She said and her voice sounded far off. Looking at her bag, she noticed her phone had been tucked into the front pocket. Already, it was lighting up, vibrating and she closed her eyes against the intrusion. She didn’t need to look at it to know it was Josh.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor had always liked Nevara. She was pretty, and honestly that had been why he hired her. She was under qualified and young. Or, she had been when she started. And that had only been on paper. She had been a great assistant and he knew that the reason she poured so much free time into working extra hours was to pay for her wedding and her fiancé's loans. So, maybe he had lost it a little when it all happened. Maybe he wished he had just ripped the man in half. Anders could have just wiped them from everyone's memory. He was entertaining going back to do just that when their bags landed hard on the floor. Nevara apologized and Conor actually snarled at his husband. "Anders! Stop it. You saw what happened and you are not that uncaring, no matter what you try to let people think!" There was tension, but nothing dangerous. Just a little bit of emotion after something outrageous. Anders stood his ground, though. He crossed his arms and looked between the pair of them. "This was meant to be a vacation. I understand that it was very unpleasant, but it isn't our problem." He looked like that would be his final opinion on the matter. Except, beside Nevara, Conor was giving him a very unkind stare. It was a stare that had passed between them many times over their long relationship and Anders had named it the "shithead stare". Named so because it was their sign he needed to reconsider his treatment of someone. So, he sighed heavily and walked up to Nevara. "Sorry, Nevara. It isn't your fault." He hovered for a moment, looking down at her. Then, he lifted a hand to pat her head in a somewhat genuine attempt at affection, before walking past her and taking a seat behind them. That was about when the pilot walked up the steps and joined them. She took one look at the cabin and immeditely moved to the cockpit, closing the door behind herself. That left the two of them relatively alone, though Anders could hear every word. "I have to imagine that was a bit of a shock. Ungrateful little shit. I would apologize for punching him, but I only wish I had let you do it yourself." Conor leaned back in his seat. He only realized she had been staring at her bag the whole time now, realized it was buzzing. With a little exhale, Conor sat up and reached past her, picking up her bag. A gentle hand found her own, still clenched tight, and nudged her fingers until they finally unfurled. Deliberately, he pulled her phone from the bag and brought it over to her hand, pressing her thumb to the screen to unlock it. "You know, you really should turn your phone off while you are taking off. Maybe even the whole plan ride." Conor made a big show of holding the side button, bringing up the power screen, and hitting the off button with the tip of his fingers. Once the logo appeared on the screen, he tossed it gently into the seat opposite of him. Turning back to her, he tried to make the kindest face he could muster. "You have never been to the UK, right?"