by Maggie Walsh
Sebastian stretched out next to Storm and placed a hand on his chest as he placed his head in his other hand, leaning on his elbow, looking down at Storm. His eyes sparkled as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“You are incredible, Beauty, do you know that?” Storm asked, as he ran a hand up Sebastian’s back.
Sebastian smiled at him. “You look and sound better.”
“Much better. Thanks to the best mate in the world.” Storm smiled back at him.
“You sweet talker you.” Sebastian laughed.
Storm’s face turned serious. “I really am sorry, Sebastian. I thought I could handle a few days while you tended to your friend.”
Sebastian sighed. “I know. But you can’t keep things from me. Especially something so important. What if Aaron hadn’t told me and I waited longer to get back to you? You may have been in a state that it would have been too late. Don’t do that again, Storm. If your heat starts and you need me, you need to tell me. Got it?”
Stormed reached up and caressed Sebastian’s cheek. “Got it. I promise.”
Sebastian smiled at him. “Good, now I think I need a nap. It was a long flight.” Sebastian moved down so that he was lying down against Storm’s side, with his arm thrown over his waist. He closed his eyes as he laid his head on Storm’s shoulder.
Storm laid there quiet. He didn’t want to disturb his mate. He traveled a long way to get to him and he looked exhausted, but Storm still needed him. The heat wasn’t so bad anymore, but it was still there and he could feel it starting to pick up again. “Beauty? I’m sorry baby, but I need…” He stopped talking when he saw the mischievous smile cross Sebastian’s face.
Sebastian opened his eyes and looked right at him. “Good boy.” He snickered.
Storm’s eyes opened wide and then narrowed at his mate. “Was that a test, Beauty?”
“Yes, Beast. And you passed,” Sebastian answered.
“Beast?” Storm’s brows knit together as he questioned the pet name.
“You insist on calling me Beauty, so that must make you the Beast. He was part lion wasn’t he?” Sebastian laughed.
“I’ll show you how much of a Beast I can be,” Storm said and rolled over on top of Sebastian, claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss.
* * * *
Why did it always have to be so cold? Would it be such a burden to put on the heat every once in a while? A scraping noise at the door made Noah jump, and he looked toward the door. It was him. He was back. Noah didn’t like it when he came. He overheard the vampire guards talking about him coming to visit. He was a bad man. A very, very, bad man. He was the reason Noah had been captured and held here for the past six years. He, and the wolf in the corner, Raffy.
Raffy had been here almost five years. He was a very cute white wolf. He didn’t speak much to anyone, except Noah. Not that it helped much because Noah could hardly speak their language. He was learning more and more with each passing year on this plane, but it was taking so long to catch on. It was very frustrating. Noah could just barely communicate with his captors when they demanded an answer. He wished he could speak their language better. Maybe he would be able to figure out how to get his powers back. Sometimes he felt like a child because he had to start over learning how to talk. He snorted at his own thoughts. Yeah, a child who was over a thousand years old.
He looked back over at his friend. Raffy didn’t change into his wolf very often either. Because when he did, the guards beat him until he passed out. So he stayed in his human form. Noah looked at Raffy and saw that the noise caught his attention, too. Raffy started to shake really bad. He always did when the bad man came.
The door opened and the light from the hall made Noah squint. His captor’s kept the lights dim here in the dungeon. The man stepped into the room, but Noah couldn’t see his face. He was in silhouette. Noah knew it was him though. He was taller than Noah, about five foot ten to Noah’s five foot two. The man was stocky, not muscled, fat. He had to be about two hundred and sixty pounds. It was gross when he wanted Noah to lay with him. Not because he was fat, that was only part of it. He was also sweaty and he smelled. Noah didn’t want to lay with him, but Noah had no choice. They made Noah lay with him. The bad man did lots of painful things with Noah. He made Noah do things he didn’t want to do. Well, he did want to do those things, but not with the bad man.
Noah had come to this plane to find his mate’s. Noah saw them in his dream. He was so happy when he had his mate dream. He saw that he had two male mates. He wouldn’t know what to do if his mate dream showed him that he had a woman mate. He didn’t know what to do with a woman. He liked woman. He had lots of women friends back home. He thought they were very soft and pretty, very nice, but Noah liked the strong hard muscle of a man. He thought that fate loved him more than anyone when he saw that he got two mates.
“Day dreaming again, my little fae? I thought you would be happy I came back to see you, slave. But I walk in and you ignore me. What punishment shall I give you this time, slave?” the bad man said as he walked closer to Noah’s cage.
Noah knew better than to daydream when the bad man came. That meant that Noah would surely get beat or whipped. Noah didn’t want to get either. He started to shake at the thought and looked down at the floor. He leaned forward on his knees and bowed down so his chest was flat on the floor and his arms were stretched out above his head. “Master,” Noah whispered, his voice shaky from his fear.
“That’s much better, slave. Stay like that until I come back for you,” the bad man said, then turned away and walked over to Raffy’s cage.
Raffy shuffled back in his cage as far as he could go into a corner and he started to whine. His body shook so much that Noah thought the cage would dance across the floor. The bad man opened Raffy’s cage and kneeled down in front of the open door. “Come out now, slave. Don’t make me have to come in after you or you will be sorry,” the bad man said. Raffy just sat there curled in a ball, his arms wrapped around his legs, his head down and his eyes as big as saucers, watching the Master’s every move. The Master sighed heavily then reached in and grabbed Raffy by his long white hair and yanked him out of the cage. Raffy started kicking and screaming as Master dragged him across the floor. Master picked Raffy up and tossed him onto the table. Two of the vampire guards appeared and strapped Raffy down.
“Why must you always fight me, Omega. Maybe it’s a family trait to piss me off? Your cousin, Micah pisses me off all the time.” Master walked over to the cabinet in the corner and pulled out a whip. He stepped back and turned. He flicked his wrist making the whip snap in the air. He flicked his wrist again as he moved closer to Raffy, making the whip snap right in front of Raffy’s face. Raffy started to cry. “Your tears won’t help you, Omega. I told you before, every time your cousin pisses me off, you will be punished for it.” Master grabbed Raffy’s face roughly, forcing Raffy to look at him. “That piece of shit cousin of yours is still refusing to mate my sweet Hillary. Now he wants us to believe he has found his true mate. A man no less. He will be doing everything I say soon though won’t he? When his mate is dead and he is so distraught over losing him, my sweet little Hillary will swoop in to help him through his loss. She has a way of getting what she wants, well, getting what I want. I have waited long enough to claim our pack as my own. Now that our blood tests are finally showing success, we can move onto the next phase of our plan. But first you will pay for Micah’s disobedience.”
Master released Raffy’s face and stepped back from the table. He pulled his arm back and snapped his wrist. The whip flew through the air and its point struck Raffy right across the chest. The sound of the whip cutting flesh. Raffy’s scream of pain made Noah flinch and close his eyes tight. He didn’t want to see his friend get hurt. He didn’t want to hear it either, but he had no choice. He couldn’t move from his position to cover his ears, or his punishment would be severe. Noah flinched and choked back his tears with each sound of the whip across Raffy’s beautiful pal
e skin. Just when Noah thought Raffy couldn’t take anymore, all the sounds stopped. The only thing Noah could hear was the sound of Master breathing heavy. Noah was so afraid to look at his friend. He was afraid of what he would find. Would Raffy be dead? Or would he be covered in blood from head to toe again? Noah didn’t want to see either. The sound of Master’s voice so close to his cage made him yelp in surprise.
“Put that slave back in his cage until this slave returns to tend to his wounds. Bring this pathetic creature to my room. Then you and the other guards can have all the fun you want with the other slaves. But remember, we need them alive. So do what you like but don’t kill them,” Master said and then walked out of the room.
Noah knew what was coming, he didn’t want to go with the Master. But he also didn’t want to stay behind with the guards. They were a sadistic bunch of bastards. The more pain they inflicted the happier they were. They always did what they wanted, to all the slaves when Master wasn’t around, including Noah.
Strong, bruising hands reached into his cage and roughly grabbed a handful of his hair. Noah bit back the scream he wanted to release. Christoph, the head guard, pulled him out by his long blue hair. Noah bit his lip to stop the scream and the tears that threatened to fall from the pain Christoph’s hand was causing. Noah had no right to scream in pain after what Raffy had just been through. Christoph threw him across the room. “Move, hole. You heard the boss. Get your ass to his room now.” Noah stumbled, but was able to catch himself before he fell. He walked to the door and Christoph grabbed his arm, stopping him. Christoph’s hand was squeezing his arm so tight he was sure that no blood was flowing through it. Christoph leaned down and placed his lips at Noah’s ear and licked the shell, causing Noah to shiver in disgust. “Don’t get too worn out with the boss, that hole belongs to me when he’s done with you,” Christoph whispered in his ear. Noah wanted to run, he wanted to scream, he wanted to fight, but he did nothing. He knew better. He was too small, too skinny, too much of a coward. He was worthless. He wanted to vomit. He hung his head and let Christoph walk him to Master’s room.
* * * *
“I’m so glad that Taylor is okay now. That he’s going to live, but what I don’t understand is how he has all these new powers,” Bass said as he ran a hand up Storm’s bare chest. “I know Aaron explained the whole blood thing and his pheromones and his sweat, and now Taylor and Gabriel go into heat like feline shifters. That’s a bit too sci-fi for me, but these powers, where did they come from?”
“I don’t know, Beauty. I’m just glad your friend is on our side. From what Micah was telling us, it sounds like Taylor is pretty kick-ass,” Storm said as he ran his fingers through Bass’s long black hair.
“It’s kind of scary, you know? Just a little over a month ago Taylor was human. He was sick, then in a coma, now he’s some kind of hybrid super-charged omega, but not an omega,” Bass sighed.
“I know. I have never heard of anything like this before, but lately that seems to be happening a lot. I agree with Micah and Dante though. I think we should keep this information to ourselves for now, and keep it very closely guarded,” Storm said as he slowly ran his hand down Bass’s back to his ass and ran his fingers over Bass’s crease.
Bass shivered at the touch and smiled. “Again?”
Storm chuckled. “Of course, Beauty. I always want you.”
“Oh yeah? And how do you want me this time?” Bass said seductively as he rolled away from Storm.
“Hey, where are you going?” Storm sat up.
Bass rolled off the bed and stood up. “I need a shower. I’m sorry babe, but six times in a row makes quite a mess. I need a shower and we need to change these sheets,” Bass said as he walked toward the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway and turned to look at Storm seductively. “Care to join me?” He wiggled his eyebrows, and turned back into the bathroom.
Storm threw the covers back and jumped out of the bed. He ran toward his mate. “You know I’ll just have to mark you again right?” he said as he stepped into the bathroom. Storm entered and then froze. His mate was so beautiful. He stood there admiring his mate’s incredible body. Water running down his golden skin and all those glorious muscles. Storm licked his lips at the thought of taking his mate’s long thick cock into his mouth. But he was afraid to do that. The last time he sucked a cock was about ten years ago and that was a nightmare. The man he picked up at some seedy bar in Oakland was hot. When they went back into a quiet room, the man forced Storm to suck him. When Storm dropped to his knees to suck him he almost gagged on the disgusting smell that came from him, like he hadn’t washed in days. Just as he went to stand up again, the guy grabbed his head and shoved his cock in Storm’s mouth. He gagged at the intrusion, but the guy wouldn’t stop. Storm realized he could have stopped what was happening, the guy was human and much weaker after all, but Storm found that he liked the forcefulness. He liked the domination and that scared him. He always liked to switch and had sucked many-a-cock before, but never like this. It scared him at just how much he liked it. He let the man fuck his throat and loved every minute of it. He tried to hold his breath so he wouldn’t smell the man, but he had no choice but to breathe through his nose. When it was all over, he felt ashamed. He was leader of his pride. He was supposed to be the dominant one, not be dominated. He swore he would never suck a cock again and hoped that someday his mate’s would understand. He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t submissive. Would Bass accept his decision?
“So, are you coming in? Or are you just going to stand there staring at my ass?” Bass laughed.
Storm blinked the memories away. “Oh I’m coming alright. I love rubbing all over you to mark that gorgeous body,” Storm said and stepped into the shower.
“You do realize that your scent doesn’t actually mark me right? My wolf scent is too strong,” Bass said as he stepped toward Storm and wrapped his arms around his neck.
“I know, but I like doing it anyway. I get to rub all over you,” Storm said as he grabbed Bass’s ass and brought their hard cock’s together. “I love how well you adjusted to moving to Napa. This tan your now sporting makes all your sexy muscles look even more lickable.”
“I could go for that. Lick away.” Bass leaned in and claimed Storm’s mouth in a passionate kiss.
Chapter 3
Noah’s eyes flew open as he jumped up. He was breathing heavy and he was confused. He looked around the room and realized he was still in his cage, in the dungeon. It had been two days since Master put him back in here. He spent three days tied to Master’s bed, while he...No, Noah wasn’t going to think of all the horrible things Master had done to him. He woke up because of a dream. He had a dream that his mates were looking for him. They were close, but they were in danger. If they made it here, wherever here was, they would be killed. He didn’t know what to do. He had to find some way to warn them. To save them, but how? He looked over at Raffy. Raffy lay on his side, curled up in a ball on the floor of his cage, just like he had for the past two days. He hadn’t moved since Noah was brought back in and cleaned up his bruises. He was afraid that this last time with Master was it for Raffy. He thought the pretty wolf had finally been broken. Raffy wouldn’t even talk to him this time. The other slaves said that while he was gone with Master, that the guards were extra cruel to Raffy. They started to tell him what the guards did to his friend, but he was so disgusted and mortified, that he couldn’t listen. He asked them to stop. He had to find a way to get Raffy and the others out of here. But how? He closed his eyes and thought of home. His fae magic wasn’t working here, or he would have escaped when they first brought him here. He didn’t know why his magic wouldn’t work, but he had to try. He started to chant softly in his native language, hoping that Mother Fate or his king would hear him.
After trying for an hour to reach his king but getting no response, Noah gave up. He was too tired to keep going. He would nap and try again later. Noah lay down on his thin blanket and closed his eyes. It didn’t take long
for him to fall asleep.
Noah’s eyes opened and he sighed in frustration, because he couldn’t sleep. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around the room and froze. He was no longer in the dungeon. He was in his cage, but his cage was in a huge, beautiful, lavish bedroom. There was a huge bed that looked big enough to hold ten people. In the bed were two men. Their naked bodies wrapped around each other in a loving embrace as they slept. Noah’s breath caught when he realised that these two big, beautiful men were his mates. How did I get here? And why am I still in my cage? Why hadn’t my mates let me out? Did they not want me? Did they know what I had done and they were disgusted by me? Just then one of his mates moved. He had long black hair with white streaks throughout. Noah held his breath as his mate untangled himself from his other mate and sat up. The raven-haired beauty rubbed his eyes and then stood up. He stretched his arms high above his head and arched his back. Gods he was beautiful. His body was perfectly toned. He had muscles on his muscles. Noah licked his lips in appreciation of the sight in front of him. His mate looked back down at his other mate and a small smile spread across his lips. He could see the love his raven-haired mate had for his other mate, and it brought tears to his eyes. He wanted that. He wanted someone to look at him like that. To feel that way about him. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he let out a sob. His raven-haired mate spun around to face him. His body was tight, like he was ready to attack. His long, sharp teeth shone in the moonlight, and his eyes glowed. Noah jumped back at the terrifying sight.
Their eyes met and his mate instantly relaxed. His eyes were beautiful. They were a pale violet and they made Noah feel like his mate could see into his very soul. His raven-haired mate slowly walked around the bed until he was standing in front of Noah’s cage. He knelt down and reached a hand out to touch the cage, but his hand went right through it, like the bars weren’t even there. “What the?” his raven-haired mate said in confusion and jerked his hand back. He tilted his head as his brows furrowed. “Who are you little one? And how did you get here?” the raven beauty asked.
