Royal Blood Complete Series Box Set

by August Davies

  Blaze chuckled to himself. “With Byron...always.”

  Chapter Ten

  Patrick

  I awoke the next morning feeling sore beyond anything I'd ever experienced before. Phoenix was sound asleep next to me, snoring softly. I lost count of all the orgasms last night. Most of them blended into each other, forming one earthquaking experience. That hot-as-hell biker was one good fuck.

  The covers only came up to his waist and his nicely inked chest was bare for all to see. I almost wanted to lift the comforter and get a peek at his massive cock. Heather would be laughing hysterically at me right about now.

  I got out of bed and tip-toed over to the bathroom. The cold tiles felt like burning coals on my bare feet. I hopped over to the shower and turned it as hot as possible, letting the steam fog up the mirror.

  I jumped into the shower and let the warm water relax my sore muscles.

  Don't fall for him, Patrick. Remember, you're being held here against your will. I laughed at the idea of Stockholm Syndrome. Did that happen to me? Seems like asking to be fucked by your kidnapper is a level beyond that.

  But Phoenix was fucking good. And when he entered me for the first time, I felt the power of a real man inside me.

  My hand traveled south and found my erection. A cry escaped my throat and I had to cover my mouth. Was I really doing this right now? Phoenix was just outside the door sleeping. I didn't care. My fingers were already doing their job, stroking my member up and down.

  I leaned back against the shower wall and shoved two fingers inside my ass, simulating Phoenix fucking me but even my whole hand couldn't imitate how big he really was. The water cascaded over my head and streamed down my stomach, flowing over my cock.

  The thought of Phoenix coming inside me was too much for me to handle. All my muscles flexed and I cried out from the Phoenix of them being too sore. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body fell apart as I orgasmed around my fingers.

  I clumsily reached for the towel outside the shower and wrapped my wet body. I dried my body off and stepped out. The cold tiles weren't so freezing anymore.

  Phoenix was standing next to the bathroom counter, completely naked, his hard cock resting in his hand as he stroked it slowly. He looked good enough to eat. “Did you have fun in there?” he asked with a knowing grin.

  My jaw dropped to the floor and my towel accidentally fell with it. My entire body flushed with red. Was he listening to me the entire time?

  Phoenix stepped towards me, his throbbing cock still in his hand. “You know you're not supposed to come without me.”

  I didn't know how to respond. He didn't own me. “My body is my own. I'll do whatever I want to it.”

  Phoenix shook his head. “Not when you're with me. You only come when I tell you to come.” The look on his face was pure seriousness. He really meant it. “Now get on your knees for your punishment.”

  Was he going to beat me? That's what bikers did, right? Byron sure did. If I didn't go along with his orders, would he beat me even more?

  I hesitantly dropped to my knees and Phoenix approached. He towered over me—his hard muscles, six-pack abs, and giant cock—my adonis.

  Phoenix ran his fingers through my hair like he was petting a dog. I expected a slap across my face at any moment.

  “Open that filthy mouth of yours,” Phoenix commanded.

  I parted my lips and opened wide, relaxing after I understood what he meant by “punishment.” Phoenix guided his large cock past my teeth and deep down my throat. My mouth stretched to fit his enormous girth.

  Phoenix rested his hand behind my head and thrust in and out. “I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to swallow every last drop.”

  He made me feel so dirty—so sexy. My own cock throbbed. I gripped his shaft and stroked him while he fucked my face. He pulled out and his tip danced on my tongue. I looked up into his eyes and saw a savage beast—untamed and dangerous. “You taste so good,” I murmured.

  Phoenix moaned as he shoved his cock back into my mouth. His fingers clenched the sides of my head, forcing himself deeper and deeper. I loved making him feel so good, loved making him shudder with ecstasy. I stroked him faster and faster, his engorged cock about ready to burst.

  Phoenix found his release, exploding out like a fire hydrant. His warm seed flowed down my throat, almost gagging me. Phoenix's fingers tangled with my hair as he screamed out my name. I sucked every last drop of his cum until his balls were completely drained.

  “Fuck...fuck,” Phoenix said breathless. He stumbled backwards until his hands caught onto the bathroom counter, holding himself up. “Where the hell did you learn to give blowjobs like that?”

  I wiped the leftover seed from the corners of my lips and smiled. “I couldn't help myself, your cock was so good.” I stood up and washed my hands beside Phoenix.

  “God damn. I'd bend you over right now and fuck that sweet ass of yours but we need to go.”

  “Go? Go where?” I replied, drying my hands on the bath towel.

  “The trade with your brother...it's in a couple hours.”

  I froze in place. Phoenix made me totally forget about everything that was happening. I was a hostage to be traded away. Byron was going to be furious. A fist to my face was only going to be the appetizer. Byron always warned me that he'd give me to his men if I ever defied him. I couldn't face that. Phoenix had to help me.

  “I can't go back to him,” I said softly.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  I turned towards Phoenix and put my hands on his hard chest. “Don't let Byron take me. You don't know what he'll do to me if he gets me back.”

  Phoenix grabbed my hands and tossed them aside. His eyes were devoid of any emotion. The man that looked at me with a hungry desire was gone. “This ain't no fairytale, baby. Just because we fucked doesn't mean I'm going to save you from this nightmare. I don't do romance and we're still going to use you to take down the Fires of Hell.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Phoenix

  Patrick's arms were wrapped around me and his hands cuffed together. He rode behind me on my Harley on our way to the meet with Byron. The smell of him was like heroin injected directly in to my veins. If only I could bottle it up for after he was gone.

  I'd never see him after today. Byron would keep a tight leash on him and never let Patrick out of his sight. It felt like a lifetime ago when Tater and I kidnapped Patrick outside that frat party.

  The rest of the MC followed close behind, our bikes forming a giant parade. The cars ahead moved to the sides of the road when they caught sight of us in their rear-view mirror. Nobody would dare mess with us when we were out in full force. Not even the cops.

  Blaze warned me that this could be a trap. Byron could try and take us out all at once. I needed my head to be clear and couldn't waste energy thinking about Patrick's sweet ass and filling him up with my cum until it oozed out.

  The day was boiling hot as we arrived under the freeway overpass which was the boundary between our two territories. It was the perfect place to have a huge shootout—in the middle of nowhere and a lot of noise from the passing cars overheard.

  Byron and the Fires of Hell were all there on the other side, guns loaded and pointed right at us. They could open fire on us at any moment and we'd be fish in a barrel. But he couldn't risk killing his brother. He was the only thing that mattered to him in the world—his only weakness.

  We parked our bikes and I untied Patrick from me. Byron stared us down from afar. He looked at me with a sense of desperation. He wanted my help but I couldn't. My MC came first and this trade was essential to us surviving. “Be good and we all get out of this alive,” I whispered to him.

  I pulled my Remington out and held Patrick by the arm as we walked to the edge of our bikes. Blaze walked alone to meet Byron in the middle. They shook hands and spoke quietly so I couldn't catch anything they were saying. I kept my eye on the army full of Blacks, looking fo
r any sign of a trap.

  “Please, Phoenix,” Patrick begged. “We can both run away and never look back.”

  I squeezed his arm until he yelped. That would make him shut up so we could get this over with.

  “Whatever happened to no family, Blaze?” Byron asked, his finger dangerously close to the trigger on his handgun.

  “Desperate times, Byron. Did you bring all your weapons and drugs?”

  Byron nodded and pointed to the truck behind him. A few of the Fires of Hell members opened up the truck to reveal piles of rifles and crates that most likely held the cocaine which their MC was known for. “I won't let you get away with this, Blaze. You're making the wrong move here.”

  “I'll take my chances.” Blaze reluctantly shook Byron's hand again.

  “Time to go, Patrick,” I told him.

  He wouldn't budge until I shoved him forward. Every step was torture for him. He kept trying to look at me with tears streaming down his cheeks. He wanted compassion and I had none to give.

  Byron looked Patrick in the eyes. “Get the fuck over here. You're going to get hell when I get my hands on you.”

  Patrick stopped in his tracks. His hands balled up into fists. “I'm not going with you, Byron.”

  Things were going so smoothly. I knew I should have taped his mouth shut.

  Chapter Twelve

  Patrick

  I pressed my body against Phoenix's, hoping he'd save me from Byron. We could drive away and never look back. But he did nothing. Phoenix wasn't my savior—he was just like every other biker I knew.

  I tried my best to avoid eye contact with Byron. He was chatting with Blaze and looking over at me every once in awhile. The rage in his eyes was an inferno. Nobody would be able to stop him from almost beating me until my life was hanging by a thread. Then he'd throw me to his dogs to have the leftovers.

  I couldn't go back to him. If Phoenix wasn't going to save me then I had to save myself.

  Whatever happened to the Byron that protected me from bullies when we were kids. He used to be so kind. When I grew up, Byron became even more protective. No man could touch me. Which was probably why he was so angry whenever I sneaked out to go meet a guy.

  Byron glanced over Blaze's shoulder. “Get the fuck over here. You're going to get hell when I get my hands on you.”

  I planted my feet on the ground and gathered every ounce of confidence and willpower. My brother no longer scared me. “I'm not going with you, Byron.”

  Byron bit his bottom lip, his fists so tight that dark blood was dripping onto the dirt floor. “What the fuck did you say to me?”

  Phoenix tried to push me forward but I held my ground. The lineup of the Fires of Hell bikers were looking around like they didn't know what to do.

  The Devil's Hellions MC looked just as confused. “You can go to hell, Byron. I'm no longer under your control.” It felt so good telling him off. Just like the punch in the face at the frat party. “I'd rather stay with the Devil's Hellions and be killed than go with you.”

  Blaze turned around and threw a deadly glance at Phoenix. “Pick him up and fucking deliver him to Byron.”

  Phoenix went to grab me and I stepped away. “Touch me and I'll kill you. I balled my fists up. I wouldn't go down without a fight.

  “Fuck all of this,” Byron yelled. “You can keep the motherfucker.” Byron circled his finger in the air at the Fires of Hell. “We're out of here.” Byron began to walk away, marshaling his troops to him. They closed the back of the truck and began driving away.

  Blaze stood there between the two MCs, not knowing what to do. “Hold on, Byron, we can work this out.” Blaze turned back to Phoenix. “Fucking do something!”

  Phoenix stood there and shrugged. The trade was off. I'd finally broken the shackles of Byron.

  —

  Coal brought me back down to the basement and tied me up to the pipe. No more bathrooms and a nice comfy bed up in Phoenix's room. I tried asking for Phoenix but all I got was a grunt. Coal didn't say one word for me.

  They left me down there for days. Coal came in with water and some bread every once in awhile. I had to resort to peeing in the corner when my bladder felt like it was about to burst. The stench of urine was overwhelming and made me vomit a couple times. I was glad there wasn't a mirror down here so I didn't have to see what I had become.

  But I had no regrets about my decision. Byron was a monster and I'd no doubt be in a worse situation if I went back to him.

  Blaze came downstairs instead of Coal, holding a water bottle and a piece of bread. His nose upturned at the smell of the basement. I wanted him to puke in front of me so I could laugh in his face.

  Blaze tossed the water and bread at my feet. The grumbling of my stomach echoed against the cement walls. I wanted to dive head first into the food and swallow it whole to calm my belly. But I didn't want to look weak in front of my captor.

  Blaze kneeled down in front of me, taking care to not step in my pee. “After the little stunt you pulled, I was going to kill you and send you to Byron. But it seems that Phoenix has taken a liking to you.”

  My face lit up at his name. Even though he hadn't come down to visit me, I knew Phoenix was torn up inside. He was trying to protect me even when the entire Devil's Hellions MC wanted me dead.

  Blaze opened the water bottle and took a sip. “But don't think for a second that we're going to let you go. You messed up things big time and I won't forget it. I'm going to let you rot down here until we can figure out a use to you. In the meantime, I might just let each member go a couple rounds with you.”

  Blaze let his index finger trail down the side of my cheek. I wasn't going to let him see me squirm. “Then after you've been pounded into submission, when you know there's nothing left in this world. I'll fuck every hole of yours until your mind is lost and you can't even remember your own name.”

  I wanted to spit in his face like I did that first time but it would only result in another huge bruise on my face. Blaze laughed and stood up, rubbing his crotch in front of me. I kept my mouth shut and tried not to think about his threats. Phoenix would never let that happen. Would he?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Patrick

  How long were they going to keep me locked up in this dark basement? The urge to pee again was killing me and only the desperate pang for hunger could keep my mind off my bladder. Phoenix still hadn't visited me since the meet with Byron and I was beginning to think that he was never going to come. So fuck him. I didn't need that bastard to save me. I could figure out a way by myself.

  I checked the zip tie around my hands that was connected to a long horizontal pipe. I could move side-to-side across the basement which made going to the bathroom a lot easier. The zip tie wasn't going to break and my sore wrists could attest to that. The rusty pipe looked so brittle on the outside but no amount of kicking or hitting could break it. My willpower was waning.

  Why couldn't Byron be a normal brother? Why did he have to be such an asshole? He was so nice when we were kids until he joined the Fires of Hell. Everything changed after that. My adopted parents wanted nothing to do with Byron and I didn't see him around much during my last couple years of high school. When I asked to move in with him before starting college, I thought things would go back to the way they were.

  But I was sorely mistaken.

  Footsteps at the top of the stairs brought a glimmer of hope that it might be Phoenix. My hopes were dashed when Coal came clambering down with the same old water and bread. He tossed them at my feet with a smile. I didn't care anymore about trying to stay strong in front of my captors. They barely fed me and my stomach was imploding on itself. I snatched the stale bread from the cold floor and inhaled it whole.

  “Hungry, are you?” Coal said, kneeling down in front of me. I tried to ignore him, drinking from the water bottle to wash the rock down my throat. His smile stretched into a devious grin. Coal's index finger touched my cheek. “You're kinda handsome.”

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p; My leg recoiled in horror. “Don't fucking touch me.”

  “Oh come on now.” Coal's hand returned to my face. “I think the two of us can have a little fun.” Coal stood up and unzipped his jeans slowly. His penis was small, skinny, and shriveled. It would be a miracle if he could perform with that. “I bet those lips of yours would feel mighty nice on my snake.”

  The thought of doing anything with Coal made me want to gag. “I'll fucking bite it off if you put that thing anywhere near me.”

  That didn't stop him. Coal licked his lips and stroked his little rod. “Just play nice. This could feel good for both of us.” Coal closed his eyes, moaning to himself.