by Brea Alepoú
Titos stared at the faceless darkness, then he looked down at young Kail once more before getting up and moving toward the darkness that was Kail’s beast. Without hesitation, Titos opened his arms and wrapped them around the darkness—or attempted to, it felt as if he was trying to hug air, but still Titos tried. He wanted to say thank you, to say anything, so he opened his mouth.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
The room vanished, and Titos stood with the darkness in a dark room, except Titos could see his own hands and the rest of his body. The darkness wrapped around his middle before moving along, disappearing within the dark room. Even its red eyes gone.
Slowly, Titos opened his eyes. He was back in the room, and Kail was under him and smiling dopily. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks. He’d come so close to losing Kail before he even got to meet him.
“What’s the matter?” Seth asked.
Titos shook his head. He lifted his wrist to Kail’s mouth. “You need to take my blood in order for the bond to solidify.”
Kail stared at him, licking his lips. He looked nervous. “I’ve never…”
Realization dawned on Titos.
Titos: Seth.
Seth was there in seconds, pressing the blade against Titos’s wrist. The cool press of the blade caused a small pain that Titos was more than happy to endure in order to bond with Kail. Blood trickled down his wrist to his fingers, small droplets soaking into the light blue sheets. Kail looked to the blood before focusing back on Titos’s face.
Titos once again offered his wrist, and, without hesitation, Kail placed his lips around the small cut.
“Drink of my blood so that you may be bonded to me for eternity,” Titos whispered.
A small lick soon turned into a more forceful tongue pressing against the wound. Titos watched as Kail’s eyes closed, and he sucked on the bleeding wound. Power washed over Titos so strongly he nearly tipped over. He caught himself, placing his hand on the bed and gripping the sheets as the connection formed between them.
“Slow down, Kail,” Seth growled.
Titos was at a loss for words, too caught in the power and the feeling of ecstasy. Titos whimpered from the loss of Kail’s mouth. Another hot tongue licked the wound, healing the cut. Titos stared at Seth’s ice blue eyes, and he shivered at the heat reflecting in them.
“Can we stop waiting now?” Mazki asked.
Titos laughed.
Kail: Man, for him being so old, he has no patience.
“I’ll have you know, I have excellent patience.” Mazki said.
Kail’s eyes widened, and Titos laughed.
“Shit. You heard that?” Kail asked.
Titos worried for a second Kail would regret bonding with him. Kail turned to look at him, a serious look on his face.
“I would never regret this. It will just take some getting used to is all,” Kail said.
Mazki hopped onto the bed next to them, his hand caressing down Titos’s arm to Kail’s chest. “I can teach you how to block later if you’d like. It allows you some privacy,” Mazki offered.
Kail nodded and moaned as Mazki pinched one of his nipples between his fingers. Transfixed, Titos watched as Kail moaned again and moved his hips, rubbing his hardened length against Titos’s.
Titos rocked his hips back until Kail’s dick lay between his cheeks and against his entrance. Titos moaned as he sat up and moved his hand down to his own aching dick only for Seth to stop him. He lifted an eyebrow at Seth.
“Please allow me, master,” Seth said.
Titos groaned as Seth’s hand wrapped around his dick, stroking up and down. Titos’s head rolled back as he moved his hips up to meet Seth’s hand and back to rub his hole against Kail’s dick.
“We need to get him ready,” Mazki whispered from behind Titos.
Titos didn’t have time to ask before Mazki was pushing back down until his face was mere inches away from Kail’s. Seth’s hand stopped for a second but soon began to continue the sweet torture of stroking Titos. It wasn’t fast enough or tight enough; he needed so much more.
“I know, but don’t you want Kail inside of you when you come?” Seth asked.
Titos stared at Kail, deep into his brown eyes. He shivered. He did want that; he wanted that really badly. Kail’s eyes widened, and he let out a deep moan, his eyes closing.
“Open your eyes and look at your master,” Seth instructed.
Kail’s eyes flew open, the deep brown practically swallowed up, leaving nothing but pupil. He moaned again.
Kail: You keep doing that and I’m going to come.
Laughter filled the bond.
Mazki: But then you’ll miss the opportunity to come inside our master. Don’t you want to fill Titos up?
“Fuck,” Kail moaned out.
Titos moaned from the image that Mazki sent through the bond. Titos thrust his hips faster into Seth’s hand but was stopped by two hands. He knew the set of hands on his hips. Before he could even imagine what Adom was doing back there, a hot tongue pressed against his hole. Titos moaned, his eyes closing as Adom’s tongue licked around his hole, with little bits of pressure against his entrance.
Adom’s tongue kept up the pressure until it wiggled inside, and Titos swore he was going to come right there and then. Seth stopped stroking him, but with Adom’s tongue fucking him, he was losing his mind. The torture felt as if it went on forever. Titos became nothing more than a ball of nerves. Even the way Adom’s beard scraped against Titos’s skin had him wanting more. The delicious burn and sweet torture had his mind swimming.
“Mazki,” Kail moaned out.
Titos opened his eyes to stare down at Kail, his eyes were staring back, but he could tell that Kail was barely holding on. He wanted to come just as badly. Adom’s tongue withdrew, and Titos released air he hadn’t noticed he was holding. His body was still shaking, and he didn’t think he was holding himself up either. His limbs felt weak. He glanced over at Seth, and the smile he got told him Seth was holding him up.
Titos: Kiss me.
Seth moved bending down and kissed Titos. He groaned as Seth’s tongue entered his mouth, it felt as if Seth was trying to devour him, but it was gentle at the same time. Titos gripped a handful of dreads and tugged. The growl he got had Titos thinking of all types of ways to have his strong alpha.
A finger pressed against his hole, entering and stretching him. He gasped, surprised but wanting more. Adom added another finger, moving them in and out of Titos in a maddening rhythm. Kail sighed, gaining Titos’s attention. Titos withdrew from his kiss with Seth and stared down at Kail.
Titos: Mazki, where did you go?
Mazki: Ginger was nice enough to leave us a present.
Mazki shared the image of a green glass bottle.
Seth: Lube?
Adom withdrew his fingers from Titos. He groaned from the loss. Cool liquid poured over his hole before Adom’s fingers were thrust back inside of him. Titos moaned as Adom’s fingers moved faster inside of him. He could tell Adom was avoiding his prostate—every time he grazed against it, he would move so he didn’t press against it.
Titos: Your teasing is maddening.
Adom: I apologize.
Titos doubted that because Adom still avoided giving him what he wanted. He simply kept up the maddeningly slow pace. Seth kissed him once more, stealing his breath, before he stepped back at the same time Adom’s fingers withdrew. Titos’s body shook, his orgasm sitting on the edge. One touch and he felt he would come undone.
Titos glanced down at Kail. His chest was glistening with a sheen of sweat, and his eyes were swallowed up by his pupil. He looked just how Titos felt, and Titos had the urge to see Kail come undone. He reached back, grasping Kail’s slicked up dick. The moan that left Kail was pure need. He didn’t thrust up as his eyes fluttered.
Titos: Keep your eyes on me.
Kail opened his eyes, a little more focus in them as he stared at Titos. Titos smiled as he lifted his hips, angled Kail’s di
ck at his entrance, and took him in. Titos groaned from the stretch and pressure. He took more until Kail bottomed out, Titos’s ass pressed against him. He moaned from fullness. Kail’s hands went to his hips, and Titos looked down at him. He could see he was holding on by a thread, and every part of Titos wanted to be the one to cut the thread that held Kail together.
He moved up until only the tip of Kail’s dick was inside before shoving himself back down. They moaned in unison. Titos did it again and again. He angled his hips differently and thrust down. Kail’s dick hit his prostate, and Titos moaned in ecstasy.
It wasn’t just their moans that filled the room. Titos and Kail both looked to the side just as Seth entered Mazki next to Adom. Titos watched, enraptured by the sight of being so full, and the vicious way Seth was fucking into Mazki had Titos’s hole clenching around Kail. It was hot to watch. Mazki was pressed in the middle of two sexy men as one held him in place and the other fucked into him with brutal thrusts. Titos looked at Mazki’s face, and there was nothing but ecstasy shining through—even through the bond, Titos could feel how much Mazki was enjoying it.
Titos started to move, matching Seth’s thrusts. Kail was moaning, and Titos was losing himself with how good it felt. He made eye contact with Seth, and the hunger that came through the bond had Titos increasing the force in which he thrust down. He cried out as he felt his climax building inside of him. His balls tightened with the need to come.
Kail’s hand wrapped around Titos ‘s dick, and it put him over the edge before Kail could do more than one stroke. Titos closed his eyes, seeing all of their bonds. All his keepers. His.
He wrapped his metaphorical hand around them, and, as his climax took over his body, he yanked on them and gave them back all the pleasure they filled him with. There was a collective groan as they all came. Titos couldn’t tell who was who as they all shouted.
Titos scrubbed the last of the dry come from his body. Passing out covered in come—no matter how sexy it was—sucked. Ungluing their bodies and then scrapping the mess off was a pain. They were all in the shower, and Titos’s eyes roamed over his keepers. All their sexy bodies on display as they showered. He was grateful that the shower was so large; it was like a shower hall in a high school with no stalls. Multiple heads and enough room to fit them all.
“What’s on your mind?” Seth asked.
Titos looked up at Seth. As much as he wanted to indulge in more fun time, he needed to get to work. “Lonzo and Jameson. I took them down too easily.”
Titos rinsed the soap off his body before stepping out of the shower. He went to their bedroom, picking up the clothes he’d had on before. He made a mental note to get Gavin to fill their closets with clothes.
“That means they will respect you now,” Kail said, picking up his clothes from the floor and putting them back on.
Titos watched for a second before shaking his head. “Yes, but it means that this territory isn’t defined.” Titos finished getting dressed and turned to his keepers as they finished up. “My only problem is, if they haven't had a king or queen here this whole time and their hunters were so easily taken care of, how did they defend this territory?”
“You don’t think they are being honest?” Adom asked.
Titos shrugged. “I don’t know, but I want you to go over all those reports. There will be something there.”
“Yes, master.” Adom bowed.
Titos rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to do that when it’s just us. I prefer you guys just calling me Titos. I think climaxing together gives you a pass on calling me master when we’re by ourselves.”
Adom lifted his head, a smile on his face. Titos shook his head at him before turning.
“Come on, let's find Ginger. I have questions to ask,” Titos said.
They left the room and went down to the ballroom with all the chairs. The blood on the floor had been cleaned up and all the furniture arranged back to normal. Titos turned to leave when someone moved in the room. Titos saw a woman coming out of a door in the far wall of the room. A door that wasn’t really a door. When she closed it, there was no seam; it blended into the wall. She turned and jumped.
“Oh,” she said.
Titos watched her for a second. She had an apron on over a black dress, her hair was in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, and she had a duster in her hands. A small drop of blood on her otherwise crisp white apron had Titos realizing she was most likely the person who’d cleaned up the mess.
“Have you seen Ginger?” Titos asked.
She relaxed as she shook her head and turned to head toward the windows. Titos watched for a second longer before turning and leaving the room. They went to the kitchen, and Titos froze when he entered. There at the table sat Gavin still.
In the same spot they’d left him in earlier that morning.
“What are you doing?” Titos asked.
Gavin jumped up, turned, and bowed his head. He didn’t answer Titos.
Titos: Did I do something?
Mazki: I’m guessing he wasn’t sure if he could get up from his seat.
Titos sighed, moving into the room and sitting down. As if summoned by some mysterious force, a man in all white came out with platters of food. Titos’s stomach rumbled. He felt like they had just had breakfast, but a glance outside the window told him it had been hours ago. It was dark out. He looked over to Gavin who still had his head bowed.
“Gavin, you can lift your head now,” Titos instructed.
Seth handed Titos a plate with a steak, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. Titos’s mouth watered from the delicious scents that wafted off the plate. Gavin lifted his head, but he sat there silently. Titos never wanted to be a ruler like the queen his family had served. She’d been cruel at times when it didn’t call for it.
“Eat,” Titos said as he cut a piece of steak and ate it.
Gavin fixed himself a plate after all of Titos’s keepers fixed theirs. He still seemed subdued.
“Look, Gavin, I reprimanded you this morning. That was all.”
Gavin turned to look at him. “You won’t kick me out?”
Titos studied Gavin for a second. “Why would I do that?”
Gavin seemed confused by the question. “You’re king. You have a right to kick me out.”
“You made a mistake, and you got in trouble for it. Now it's over,” Titos said. He ate more of his steak.
Gavin’s eyebrows scrunched down before he shook his head and began to eat his food. Titos watched him for a second. The man’s reaction perplexed him.
“Gavin, who’s been ruling over this territory and keeping it safe?” Titos asked.
“Armest has been running things as we waited for a king or queen. No one has come to claim this territory, so defending it is easy,” Gavin answered.
Mazki: I find that hard to believe. American territories are hot on the market.
Kail: He isn’t lying.
Seth: That’s clear, but it doesn't explain how they are protected. Armest is an edoli, but nowhere near a king or queen’s level.
Adom: Money.
Titos: Something is off.
Titos smiled at Gavin. “Would you mind calling Armest and Ginger here?”
Gavin nodded vigorously as he pulled out his phone. Titos continued to eat his food. He’d never asked to be in the position of power, but he also wasn’t going to let his territory be so weak.
“They will be here soon,” Gavin said.
Titos nodded. “We will need a full wardrobe.”
The twinkle in Gavin’s eyes made Titos smile. Gavin was someone under him, and Titos felt the weight of holding so many people’s lives in his hands.
“Of course, sir, is there anything in particular you would like?” Gavin asked.
Titos shook his head. He wasn’t particularly picky about clothes. As long as he could move around, he couldn’t care less.
“I have a few requests,” Adom said.
Titos turned to look at Adom. Through their bond
alone, Adom shared images. Sexy images that had Titos nodding in agreement.
“Adom will give you a list,” Titos said.
Mazki: List?
Adom: Don’t you worry about it.
Seth: Behave, we have work to do. Someone is coming.
Titos turned his gaze to the door just as Ginger came running in. She had stacks of papers with her. Right behind her was Armest, dressed impeccably in a suit. He moved behind her, sure of himself, with an air about him that screamed he thought he was better in every way. Titos smiled at them.
“Please sit and join us for dinner,” Titos offered. His arm stretched toward the three empty chairs at the table.
Ginger gave a sweet smile and moved to sit next to Adom. She handed over the documents Adom would need to go over along with a small device. Adom thanked her before they both turned to look at Titos. Armest sat between the two empty chairs, his hands splayed on the table. He sat up and stared at Titos.
Titos watched him, not saying anything. He waited for Armest to bow or greet them, yet he just sat there, staring at Titos.
Seth: He is challenging you.
Hot anger threatened to take over his reasoning, all of his keepers’ anger bleeding into him through the bond. He put up little blockers so that their emotions wouldn’t affect him. He’d been looked down on his whole life; now was no different than before.
Seth: It is very different. You are king. Crush his bones until he begs for mercy.
Mazki: Burning him alive is an option.
Kail: Or slicing his throat.
Adom: Tearing him to shreds is also an option.
Titos smiled, holding back his laughter at how protective his keepers were of him. Armest held no physical threat to him, but still they all offered to kill him in their own ways.
“Armest, I heard you’ve been keeping this territory afloat while there's been no king or queen,” Titos said.
A smug smile appeared on Armest’s face. “Yes, you’ve heard correctly.”
Titos nodded. He ate the last piece of his steak, still relaxed in his seat, but it didn’t go unnoticed by him that Gavin had stopped eating and Ginger hadn’t even fixed her plate. All of his keepers kept eating as if there wasn’t anything wrong, as if the tension in the air didn’t bother them.
