“The ‘fun room’?” Mal asks.
“Not for you for tonight,” I tell him. “Settle in and get a good night’s sleep.”
We leave the pup and, once the door’s closed behind us, Todd’s brown eyes glitter with evilly eager glee. “Sir, respectfully, may I ask your permission to play with your omega?”
I laugh. “I insist on you playing with him tonight, if you’re both in the mood to play.”
“Oh, thank the Goddess!” Shawn whispers, making me and Todd burst out laughing.
Todd leads the way from the house down the familiar path leading into the woods.
Okay, my own cock’s hard, too.
“Appreciate you coming over tonight, sir,” Todd says. He’s 6’-9”, huge, barrel-chested, with reddish brown hair. He looks like the human iteration of his elk self, minus a rack in human form.
“The appreciation is mine.” Todd and I enjoy knowing this is driving Shawn’s lust even higher. “And if there are any issues with the new pup, call me, day or night.”
“I hope you meant it about hooking him up to a milker,” Todd says. “Because if that kid stays smelling that horny while he’s here I might owe you a public apology and let you discipline me for fucking him before initiation.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I say, “because I think we can work out an amicable alternative. Can’t we, Shawn? After all, you’ll need to drive the pup around for introductions. It’d be rude not to help Todd relieve his tension since he’s being a gracious host for the pack.”
I giggle watching Shawn swallow as he stumbles. “Yes, sir,” he gasps. I have a feeling Shawn will sleep damned well tonight.
“That’s very kind of you, sir,” Todd says. Despite him walking in front of me, I can hear the smile creasing my best friend’s face. “Very kind indeed.”
Chapter Nine
Jax
Playtime
Shawn vibrates with anticipation, practically hovering. I haven’t let him come in three days. While I’d planned to take him out for a nice dinner and then take him home and drain him dry, I’m certain this development will more than compensate for the unanticipated change in plans.
Todd leads the way down the winding path to the smaller barn. He’s deliberately walking slower than normal because he’s a fucking sadist and an evil genius and knows Shawn will nearly turn himself inside out begging by the time we get there.
“Jax, I got a new frame,” Todd says without looking back, “since last time y’all were here.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Heavier. More restraint points. Better padding. New positions.”
Shawn whimpers.
“Can’t wait to see it.” I reach down and squeeze my cock through my jeans.
Hell, at this rate I’ll be shooting off too soon. Shawn hasn’t been the only one not coming their normal amount. At least I got a blow job from him yesterday morning.
We reach the smaller barn. Todd punches the code into the lock on the smaller side door that leads to his personal playroom.
When Todd flips on the lights, Shawn lets out a gasp as he steps inside.
It’s a thing of beauty, is what it is.
“Wow,” I say, walking over. “This is incredible.”
Todd smiles, slowly nodding. “That two-day mating heat Branson had two weeks ago?”
I nod. “Yeah?”
