Emma put her hand high on Killian's thigh as Neal and Walsh exited the town car first. He kissed her palm and placed her hand on his cock. Tonight was Cora's Jubilee aboard the enormous yacht anchored in the New York Harbor. It wasn't hard to let monkey boy wait on him, but it was difficult to watch him touch Emma.
They had been over the expectations again and again. Killian was to address her as Mistress Emma all night. Which he secretly enjoyed. It meant she was his tonight. The soft leather collar around his neck had a ring around the spot where her fangs had left marks. It sent a chill through him knowing that all the vampires here knew he was hers.
She'd been far more possessive since she'd marked him and he fucking loved it.
A delicate chain glittered from his collar to the diamond bracelet on her wrist. Since it was his first outing at her side as a consort, this was considered a temporary measure. She also explained that it kept him safely at her side. Normally the humans with chokers were considered off-limits to all but the mistress or master, but Emma had been alone long enough that she wanted to make sure they knew he belonged to her.
Moonlight glinted on her dress and he took the opportunity to watch her walk. Her sparkling dress reminded him of a spider web. She was entirely bare beneath the netting of crystals that matched her diamond torc that kept her throat protected. She was one of Cora's court tonight and no one beyond royalty was allowed to touch her.
Except for him.
He was allowed to touch her any time she stroked his mark. That was the signal they'd agreed upon the night before. His only complaint was that he wasn't allowed to fuck her every time. He voiced his complaint when he fucked her after showing him the skirt of her dress had several slits for him to fuck her at any angle.
His all black suit had a silk brocade jacket and she'd made him ditch the tie in favor of showing off his chest hair. His siren enjoyed scratching her nails through his hair anywhere she could reach. At least he wouldn't have to wear a tie like Walsh and Neal would all night.
Both men were wearing white tux jackets and black pants. As he escorted Emma up the gangplank to the tender, he could see more people wearing the same combination. Emma brushed her free hand across his chest and smiled at him to calm his nerves. He was here as her consort, not a juice box.
Once aboard, he and Emma were directed to an upper deck. The elevator doors closed and he felt Emma run her finger along his ear. He shivered and slipped his hand under her dress.
"So fucking wet." He growled into her neck. "Is this for me?"
"You've been such a good boy," She nipped his ear. "I thought you deserved a reminder of what's in store tonight."
He sucked his fingers clean and watched her eyes darken. She slipped past him just to turn and tug the chain between them with a wicked grin. All eyes fell on them the moment they turned the corner.
Emma squeezed his hand as a reminder to only speak to her. She walked forward, purposely pulling his leash with her as she kissed another woman on the cheek. The woman turned predatory eyes on him and he found it easy to look to Emma as she'd said.
"You've a consort tonight." The older woman noted sounding bored.
"I do." She took his hand. "Pet, this is Queen Cora. Can you introduce yourself like I taught you?"
"Yes, Mistress Emma." He kissed her cheek before he turned to Cora. With a deep bow, he held out his hand. "Killian Jones, milady. May I offer congratulations to you in honor of your reign?"
She gave him a cold hand to kiss. "You may, dear boy. Well chosen, Emma."
Her dark hair was swept high and her red ball gown would not have been out of place at a red carpet event. Her dark eyes were cold and calculating as she examined him. "Your pretty face buys you a lot, I'm sure, but not more of my time. It's too valuable." In a clear sign of dismissal, she reclaimed her hand and focused on the next guest's arrival.
He stepped just behind Emma as others came in to wish Cora varying degrees of a longer reign. She stroked his finger mimicking the way she usually stroked his cock when Cora began her speech and he missed most of what was said. Once the party began, Killian found a seat and Emma sat on his lap.
Her fingers began playing at the slight point to his ear and he moaned quietly behind her ear. It took all his control to refrain from touching until she finally ran her tongue over his mark hungrily. He caressed her long legs and found to his delight that he was able to reach his fingers in her dress and flick her nipple. She moaned softly and leaned her head onto his shoulder.
"You're such a good boy." She whispered in his ear.
"You look fucking delicious." He told her. "Can I please make you come, mistress?"
Emma shivered and laved her tongue over the marks on his neck. "I need your mouth." She hooked a finger into the ring of his collar and tugged.
Killian groaned. "Please, mistress? Let me taste how aroused I can make you."
"Yes, pet." She nodded urgently. "Want your tongue."
"Here? In front of everyone?" He asked in a strained voice.
"Mmhmm." She hummed and settled back in the chair and moved her delicate dress out of his way Killian lifted her leg and rested it over his shoulder before he dove in with a growl. Emma kept one hand in his hair while her spiked high heel scratched over his back.
He loved that she wanted him to fuck her right here in front of everyone. She was the sexiest woman here and he was the only one who got to bring her pleasure. Her fingers traced his collar and a fresh wave of arousal rolled through her. When she came with his tongue deep in her pussy, she pulled the chain firmly.
She looked thoroughly fucked.
Her fangs were on full display when she met his eyes. She cleaned his beard with a cloth napkin and held his chin tight as she kissed him. "You must have worked up a thirst. Can I offer you a drink, baby?"
"Thank you, Mistress." He kissed her hand. "Did you like it?"
"I love that wicked tongue of yours." She grinned, handing him a glass of champagne.
As the night wore on, Emma introduced him to a few of the other vampires. When Cora allowed her to go into the banquet room, Emma attached her bracelet to his coat and assured him that she would need him soon. She sucked on his lower lip before she walked away, giving him a stunning view of her arse in that dress.
One of the rules she'd given him was not engaging in conversation with other consorts without being introduced beforehand. He didn't care to converse with anyone. That's not why he was here. He found the buffet for the guests and enjoyed the food as he waited for Emma. He stood out watching the water as he sipped the rum Emma ordered him.
"Hi." A new voice called and he turned around to find a brunette woman standing there smirking at him. "I'm Meg."
Killian looked back to the door where Emma had disappeared and the woman stepped closer. "Oh, those are the rules the old ones listen to. Come on, you know there's no harm in a little shipboard flirting." She walked her fingers through his chest hair. "I saw what you did in there. It was hot. Maybe you should try it with someone who still has a heartbeat."
"What the fuck is this?" Emma's voice was quiet and cold. In less than a blink, she closed the distance and pulled the woman back by her hair. "Who brought you?"
"M-m-mistress Zelena." She whimpered.
Zelena was one of Cora's biological daughters with bright red hair and a loud laugh. Emma had introduced him earlier. They seemed to get along even if they weren't best friends. At least Emma didn't stiffen when Zelena looked her way.
Two identical, scarred bodyguards appeared and held Meg between them while Emma looked him over.
"Are you alright?" She asked him in a gentle voice that was meant only for him.
"Aye, love." He whispered when she touched her forehead to his. "Yes, mistress." He replied formally. "I've been a good boy."
Emma flicked her tongue over her fangs. "You've been a very good boy."
"Oh dear." Zelena looked between the women, unconcerned by the bodyguards. "What's the problem, Emma?"
"Your little bitch tried to -" Emma snapped.
"Your little man-whore asked me to take him as my mate." Meg interrupted.
Zelena touched a hand to her forehead. "Megara, dear, you're not helping your case." Meg glared at her. "He's Emma's consort. You are to avoid consorts. Especially court consorts. You know the rules."
"But I-" Meg whined.
"Clearly she isn't learning." Zelena sighed. "Will it be you or "
Before Zelena finished her question, Emma snapped Meg's neck. She grabbed Killian's hand and dragged him back to the elevator and into a stateroom. Desire zipped beneath his skin as he realized she was jealous. All the times he'd gotten jealous of Neal or Walsh or her bloody mailman and she was jealous enough to kill Meg for talking to him.
He didn't wait for her to say anything, as soon as the door snapped shut, he surged forward and kissed her. It wasn't often she kissed him when her fangs were present and the danger only made him harder. Carefully, they lifted her dress off and set it aside. No sooner was that done, Emma pulled him to her by his collar.
"Mine." She said in a low voice. Her movements, which were normally slow and deliberate, were desperate and wild.
Killian nodded as she finally pushed his jacket and shirt off. Maybe when they were home, he could convince her to tear everything off. Fuck. She started to remove the collar and he stopped her. "Leave it."
Her green eyes glittered. "Do you want me to ride you with it on?"
"Yes, Mistress." He licked his lips. "Will you ride me hard and bite me?"
"Oh my sweet pet, however we do this, I'm gonna bite you." She purred as she stalked closer to him. "Your choice - the bed or the sofa."
He hesitated only for a moment. "Bed." His eyes focused on the high heels she was still wearing. "Wear the heels, Mistress?"
She slid the belt from his pants and he shivered. "On the bed, pet."
With a snap of the belt, he jumped and let her wrap the leather around his legs. When she was satisfied, she kept her eyes on him and crawled up towards him. "How long have you been this hard?" She asked as she wrapped her hand around his balls.
He gasped. "Since…since I got to taste you. Wanted to fuck you in front of all of them." She raised an eyebrow. "M-mistress."
"I'm going to fuck you. And then I'm going to taste you." She promised. "Is that what you want?"
Killian nodded, desperate to feel her. "Please, Mistress!"
Her pussy was so wet when she finally guided him in. With his legs bound, he couldn't get much leverage, but Emma set a harder pace than when they were at home. "Fuck, Mistress!" He hissed. "I'm not going to last like this."
Emma took his hands and pinned them over his head. "Yes you will, baby. You're not going to come until I say you can."
He kept his eyes on hers and let out a long breath. "Yes, Mistress."
It took all his focus once he felt her walls trembling around him. He was certain he wouldn't last. She rolled them and wrapped her legs around his hips. He could feel the heels scratching against his ass when she wrapped her hand around his throat.
Her fangs felt sharper when she bit down on the same spot. He heard her voice echo in his head with that throaty purr 'Come for me.' His throat was raw and his limbs trembled as he came down. Emma unbound his legs and stroked his back until he relaxed into her arms.
Emma insisted he take a long bath before they dressed to return to the party. She brought two glasses of champagne and climbed into the tub behind him. After a moment, he let his head drop back to her shoulder and kissed her hand. He was curious about that moment when he heard her in his head, but too blissed out to care tonight.
When they returned to the party, the attendants and guests gave them space and deference. He kissed Emma's palm and winked at her. They made their way to where the dinner guests waited.
It felt strange being led past the rooms with an attendant armed with fangs and an iPad. She and Emma discussed blood type and preferences. She paused when the attendant skipped past the image of a man with brown eyes.
"Oh. That's William Scarlett, ma'am. He and Miss Bell come from the West Coast family. Anastasia's household." She said rapidly.
Emma put a hand on the iPad. "He's from London?" She turned to Killian and smiled. "Baby, would you like to meet Mr. Scarlett while I meet Miss Bell?"
He blinked at her. "Mistress?"
"Give us a moment." She snapped and the attendant scurried away. Once alone, she draped her arms around his neck. "I want you to be comfortable with anyone we bring into our home. They could be with us for several years."
Killian pulled her closer. "Would I have to worry about you fucking any of them?"
"If you fucked any of them, I'll kill them." She purred in his ear. "But no, I shouldn't have need - with you."
"I should bloody well hope not." He cradled her jaw and kissed her, letting her taste how possessive he felt. "Are they…"
She grinned. "They're not under their Mistress' influence anymore. Just see if you two will get along as friends."
"It feels like a play date." He rubbed his neck.
"If you get along, I have to taste him to make sure it'll work." She reminded him. "They'll be moving in, after all."
He nodded. Vampire protocol. If Emma set up her household for him, she'd need people living there in the daytime so it didn't attract attention. It did put him at ease that she trusted his input.
Emma called the attendant back and informed her that they wished to meet with Scarlett and Miss Bell. She looked flustered, but knocked on the door and showed him in.
Will Scarlett was reclining on the bed watching the football match. "You're not one of them. Who the bloody hell are you?" Killian paused for a second. "Oh. Consort. Well, mate, you're allowed to talk to me. I'm the dinner bell."
Killian frowned at him. "How did you know?"
"I was a consort. Now I'm being sold off like cattle." He shook his head. "Sorry, mate. Who's the missus?"
"Emma Swan." He replied.
Will's eyes went wide. "She's playing house again?" He grinned and put his hands behind his head. "Well this'll be interesting. Watch football?"
"Aye." Killian nodded and took a seat.
"It's alright in here. They don't monitor us. You don't have to stand on ceremony like you do up there." He turned the game back on. "Just tell me ya don't root for France."
Killian and Will had nearly finished the beer provided when Emma and a blonde woman entered. Will held up a bottle. "Cheers, lovey!"
She laughed and took a swig from the bottle. "Call me, Tink. You're Killian? Tell me we're winning."
"Aye." He nodded and almost choked on his beer.
"Will's gotta do the blood test with your girlfriend." She explained. "Will and I were on the difficult list. Me, because I want my girlfriend to come without being on the menu and Will, because he was consort to a queen who dropped his scrawny ass when she ascended."
Emma and Will returned as the debate over football teams grew. The door clicked behind them and Emma's hands slid over his shoulders. "Ready to go home, my love?"
"Aye." He squeezed her hands.
She laughed quietly. "You're going to be so hung over."