“Do you see how he’s wiggling his luscious ass, Bach? I bet you didn’t think he had an owner, did you? You dared touch what was mine? You insignificant mortal, human stain.”
What was going on? How did Lucien know about Bach and their twisted relationship?
“I don’t know what the fuck you are, asshole, but I suggest you let go of Gabriel,” Bach called out. His voice sounded cool and collected but Gabriel could smell his intense fear.
It took a few more moments for Gabriel to fight off whatever fog he was under. For a moment, he was mortified at his situation. He was fully naked and impaled on Lucien’s cock. Gabriel wanted to plead for his friend. His own dick jutted purple and angry. His balls were heavy with semen. He had blood caked around his neck and shoulders, dried cum between his legs, everything about him screamed servant … slave … whore. He was in no position to help anyone, least of all, himself. Again, Lucien stabbed his prostate and he fell back into mindless rapture.
Gabriel rocked himself against Lucien, needing to feel Lucien’s gigantic dick, but instead, Lucien grabbed his hips and stilled him again. He cried out from the loss.
“There, my mate, now you know your place. You worship my cock, don’t you? You will suck it, you will drink from it, my cock is your god, you will worship my cock like the god it is, my fucking whore.”
A cheap thrill went through Gabriel. Lucien’s cock was alive inside him twitching, vibrating with heat, stabbing him, making his gland swollen and aching. It was a living weapon that was spreading his cheeks painfully wide and yet, he would beg Lucien to split him in half. Internally, Lucien’s prick consumed him, owned him thoroughly, there was no room for anything else but Lucien cock.
Again, Lucien didn’t move, leaving his prick deep inside Gabriel. Gabriel whimpered, actually whimpered, but Lucien ignored him, pushing even deeper into him. He cried out from the intensity, thick claws held his hair in a painful grip, not allowing him to move his face away from Bach’s frigid stare.
He muffled another cry as his own dick became painfully hard. Pools of release dripped out of his slit. In his delirium, he thought he had noticed Bach focus on his precum. The smell of Bach’s arousal was strong, his fangs popped out, slicing his gums, tongue, and bottom lip.
“Gabriel, what … the … hell … happened to you? Gabriel Rivera, can you hear me? Goddammit!! Answer me, Gabriel! Talk to me. It’s Bach, you know me,” his friend pleaded.
“I can smell your arousal, Bach. He excites you, doesn’t he? This excites you, doesn’t it, seeing Gabriel so submissive, so controlled, unable to do anything but take it as a good fuck toy. There, another shot of arousal from you. You are flooding the whole building, Bach. Another slut like my mate, delicious.”
He heard his name, but it all sounded so far away. He scanned and looked at Bach and saw the glazed look in his friend’s eyes. He knew Bach wouldn’t be able to resist Lucien or even him. The gun was starting to waver and there was a thick outline of his friend’s dick pressed against the beige of his pants. There was even a huge wet spot making Gabriel’s hunger intensify.
Slow recognition dawned on him. Bach, his and Galen’s childhood friend. Fuck! Bach was so beautiful. Those golden locks gleamed; those big blue eyes stared at him with need, shock, and lust.
“What the fuck have you done to my friend, you sick fuck? Let him go!” the blonde Adonis yelled out, trying hard to shake off his and Lucien’s effects.
Lucien tightened his grip sharply on Gabriel’s swollen member. He cried out from the shock. Gabriel couldn’t breathe or see; he was gulping air. Lucien started teasing his wet crown, seminal fluid dripped down his shaft, and he wanted to come so badly but knew he couldn’t without Lucien’s permission.
Gabriel noticed Bach’s blue eyes staring at his swollen cock head, a vision of Bach sucking his shaft made him shudder. He wanted to see Bach choking on his cock, thrusting himself deep down Bach’s throat, feeling the spasms as Bach would milk him. His giant balls slapping Bach’s smooth dimpled chin, making him choke and plead for air. A possessive touch went through Gabriel’s body. Bach!
“Blondie, you want him, desire him. Do you want to plant your hungry mouth on my mate’s cock? Kneel before him and show him how much you belong at his feet. You will never touch him without permission. He is above you, human.”
Lucien released more pheromones and endorphins into the air. The moment they hit Bach, he started moaning as he dropped his service gun, efficiently discarding his flak vest, shirt, belt, pants, underwear, and socks. Bach lowered himself to the floor in deranged desperation.
Bach’s beautiful, weighty cock glistened. The man was truly stunning. A body perfected from years of weights and clean dieting, smooth expansive pecs, a torso finely crafted with rigid muscles, and Gabriel’s favorite part were the deep cuts Bach had on his hips as they carved a path down to his groin. He had dreamed of fucking Bach senseless this past year, but guilt made him feel submissive towards Bach. But not tonight, tonight this man would suffocate on his fucking dick.
Lucien released him, the shock of it made him feel empty as he fell on the floor. He looked back at Lucien who was no longer in demon form. He had a sly smirk on his face and waved at Gabriel to go forward towards Bach. He didn’t need to be told twice, so he got up and violently pulled Bach towards him.
Gabriel sucked Bach’s tongue into his mouth and roughly released him, then assaulted his mouth again, nipping and biting. Surprised at Gabriel’s aggressiveness, Bach started moaning loudly again. Bach’s needy sounds beckoned to his cock like a siren’s song. He fed off Bach’s desire, lust, and pain. It was an intoxicating fragrance he was unable to resist.
Before Bach could pull away again, Gabriel pinched and pulled at Bach’s perky pink nipples. His nails sharpened into pointed claws as he scratched into Bach’s tender flesh, breaking the skin, blood dripped down his claws. The smell of blood and sex was making Gabriel’s fangs itch. His bones shifted inside his body, his vision was sharper, and he could hear Bach’s blood rushing inside his body. He could even feel Bach’s cells create electrical impulses in his heart.
Each of Bach’s hormones had a different scent. Gabriel was surprised at how quickly his mind categorized Bach’s scent. He would be able to find Bach anywhere. The thrill of so much power made him bite hard into Bach’s tongue. Bach’s fragrant blood drained into his throat, it tasted so good.
There was a strong hand on his shoulder trying to dislodge him from his meal, but he didn’t want to release his prey— an overwhelming anger and ownership went through him. This was his.
“Gabriel, release him now!”
In his mind, he wanted to fight against this other wolf, but his body knew this was his alpha. Growling, he dropped his meal.
Annoyed, he turned to look at his alpha. Lucien was grinning. “You did excellent, mate. You are not a full wolf yet and you almost killed your best friend and lover, how humorous. You almost killed him and then you tossed him away like he was a piece of trash.”
At first, Gabriel didn’t understand what language Lucien was speaking, but as the blood and lust dissipated, he realized what he had done. Bach lay still on the floor, his mouth bloody and swollen, so was his chest. There was so much blood. Bach’s usual golden skin was pasty and grey. Small, shallow breaths were all he could hear. Bach’s pulse was weak, not strong like it was a few minutes ago.
His whole body shook with anger and fear. A few hours ago, he had claimed so proudly that he would not be able to drink or eat a human, and now he was looking at his bloodless friend. What had he done? Lucien’s mocking laughter only made him feel worse.
“You asshole, why didn’t you make me stop earlier?”
A sharp slap sent him to the floor. Lucien was so fast he hadn’t seen any movement. At least this time, he had no broken jaw or teeth.
“You are one stubborn idiot. Are you forgetting your place again, cockboy?”
“No, Master.”
Controlling his anger was
getting harder. He took a deep breath, unable to dislodge the resentful taste of master from his tongue.
Lucien only nodded as he walked over to Bach. Lucien’s intense interest in Bach was strange. If he could spare his friend or family from this nightmare, he would. Sudden sadness overtook him when he thought of his mother. It was hard to think clearly whenever Lucien released his Incubi powers. It was a powerful, maddening experience because, in his mind and body, nothing mattered but getting filled by Lucien.
Now, blame and sorrow consumed him. He wasn’t sure how long Bach had, and he had nobody to bury his mother— that’s if Lucien would even let him go to any human rituals. He was exhausted at the scope of this nightmare.
“Give me your wrist, Gabriel,” Lucien ordered.
Gabriel got up and handed over his wrist. He wasn’t sure what Lucien planned. Maybe he would drain and kill him.
Biting pain hit him as Lucien dragged one of his sharp incisors over his wrist. Blood spurted from the deep gash. Gabriel didn’t understand why Lucien had done that until he saw where the blood was dripping … into Bach’s mouth. NO!
He tried pulling away from Lucien, but it was impossible. Lucien only gripped him tighter until his wrist snapped.
Gabriel cried out in pain; the agony of Lucien’s punishment paralyzed him with fear. Losing part of his tongue and swallowing it was an experience he didn’t want to repeat, nor eating his teeth. The worst part was how his bones snapped and bent as they regenerated. The sheer misery of that experience had him wishing he had just said the fucking word.
“You owe me several punishments, Gabriel. I will not forget when we get home.”
Home? I have my own home.
Chapter Twelve
Lucien
THE BLONDE WOULD MAKE a great addition for his pack, he was big and beautiful. His pack needed an omega of sorts, and he planned to make this man one. He owed the pack a gift, and what a gift this blond beauty would be. He wondered if Gabriel’s blood was strong enough to turn him.
For now, Bach would be weak, but stronger than any human. His pack would truly enjoy breaking and using Bach hard. The dungeon at his house hadn’t been fully used, although he himself had been a reluctant guest whenever Sargon felt the need to punish him.
He had wanted to kill Bach for fucking what was his. Roman had been detailed in his spying, even providing him videos. All the men and women who had fucked his mate had then been systematically hunted down and killed by Roman. He was a great beta.
Bach was supposed to be one of the dead, but even he had to admit there was something about this blond that made him want to hurt and comfort him at the same time. There was a vulnerability to the young man he couldn’t understand but couldn’t ignore either. Maybe he was a true omega. So much of werewolves’ history and traditions had vanished once his parents and family had been killed.
His mate was trembling in anger. Gabriel probably knew what he was going to do, turn his friend. Lucien was surprised by how strong his mate’s wolf was. He saw some of his mate’s wolf come forward, it was a terrifying beast. Deep inside, he knew the moment to rule over the vampires and the remaining packs were now. Something was happening beyond his control, but he still couldn’t decipher what the fates had in store from him, exactly.
Bach stirred and slowly opened his eyes. Confusion and anguish crossed over his face. He got up too fast, losing some of his balance. Gabriel rushed over to Bach, but Lucien growled at Gabriel to stay away from him.
Grudgingly, his mate moved away. Interesting, his mate was acting jealous and protective over Bach. Lucien wasn’t sure if it was an act of a concerned friend or something more akin to Gabriel turning Bach.
Lucien motioned for blondie to come over. Bach shook his head. Lucien was sick of these undisciplined humans. He was running out of time.
“Gabriel, I suggest you make Bach listen and obey. If you don’t make him obey, you will be responsible for his discipline.”
His mate’s eyes were filled with hatred as he stared angrily at Lucien.
Gabriel walked over to Bach, but blondie wasn’t haven’t any of it. “Don’t you fucking touch me, Gabriel. You and this twisted fuck almost killed me. You clawed at me and drank my blood. Don’t get any closer.”
Lucien could see the hurt in his mate’s face. It was dawning on Gabriel that he was no longer human. His mate was smart, and he had a predatory control he liked. Not like him, his anger was quick to rise.
“Bach, please listen to me, just do what he says. You have no idea what he can do.”
Bach looked at Gabriel and then at Lucien, it was almost comical as his head pivoted back and forth between Lucien and Gabriel. Recognition dawned on him when he noticed the leftover ash piles of what used to be humans.
Bach’s wild blue eyes teared up. They were so vibrant. Lucien’s imagination could see Bach with a tight spider gag on, the metal legs digging sharply into his stunning face as he watched his mate bury his delicious cock deep into Bach’s throat. This one would shed beautiful tears. They were going to have plenty of fun with this one.
“Bach, listen. This is going to be hard to explain, but you need to listen to me,” Gabriel mouthed softly.
Lucien’s patience was running low. He should have been gone far away from here with his mate, but now he had killed a few hundred humans and turned another male— well, technically Gabriel had. Sargon was going to give him hell.
Bach was backing away from them both, desperately looking for an exit. The man’s fear was electrifying. His cock was reacting to Bach’s fear and so was Gabriel’s. Now, Bach’s flaccid cock was also rising. Time to complete the process of Bach’s transformation.
“Get over here, Bach,” Lucien asserted, shifting his gaze to both Bach and Gabriel.
There was a slight hesitation from Bach, but the power behind his order was hard to resist. He knew his influence was eliminating Bach’s resistance. His mate was also trying to fight off the effects of his Incubi power.
Bach moved one unsteady leg after the other. Up close, the man’s features were impressive— robust build, icy blue eyes staring back at him, pulling him into a frozen pool of emotions, alluring pale pink lips, and sharp, angular cheekbones finished off the man. Bach’s pupils were blown, and his cock stuck out from a bevy of golden curls. Gabriel’s desire for this male was intense.
“Kneel in front of Gabriel and suck him off,” Lucien ordered. They only had a few minutes before more officers would arrive. Gabriel had to bite Bach again and inject him with his venom and his blood to strengthen the change and bond between them. This was not going according to what he had planned to do with Bach. Bach was supposed to be Gabriel’s first kill, but now, Bach would serve Gabriel, himself, and the pack in a better way.
Bach kneeled harshly in front of Gabriel. Slowly, Bach’s mouth encased Gabriel’s length. Unable to restrain himself any further, Gabriel grunted out, “Fuck, Bach, your mouth feels so good.” Gabriel gripped the sides of Bach’s head tighter, slapping his hips violently into Bach’s face. From what Roman had told him, Bach treated Gabriel as Galen. Bach was so in love with his mate’s twin that he took his frustrations out on Gabriel. Now, Bach would be nothing but Gabriel’s sex toy to use and dispose of as he saw fit.
Lucien was happily surprised at Gabriel’s barbaric treatment of his friend’s mouth. Gabriel’s casual cruelty was something he wanted to explore with his mate. Admiring the perfection of his mate’s body, he looked at Gabriel’s vibrant sleeve tattoos as the colors twisted and bent with Gabriel’s muscles. His vast upper torso also had huge tattoos splayed across his shoulders and back. He looked barbaric like a warrior of ancient times. His warrior.
Lucien was enjoying the show, especially the brutal way Gabriel was fucking Bach’s mouth. The man was making whimpering sounds, gagging as spit and cum drooled out from his wide-open lips.
Gabriel’s heady lust permeated the whole casino and surrounding outside area. Lucien bet that anyone outside or around the
block was feeling Gabriel’s essence. His mate was getting stronger with the Incubi powers he had transferred. He couldn’t wait to meet Gabriel’s wolf when the full moon rose again.
Euphoric with power over Bach, Gabriel spoke out again, “Take it, Bach, take it like you made me take it. You won’t mistake me ever again for Galen, bitch, suck it all the way down.”
There was a struggle as Bach tried to swallow more of Gabriel’s thick meat.
Lucien liked the thick cross tattooed on Bach’s chest. Humans and religion, he loved shattering people’s beliefs. He was over one thousand years old and he had never met Christ or God. Both Sargon and Sumuel were even older and not once had they met God. The arrogant bastards considered themselves children of God’s and no one else. Lucien imagined if there were demons— and there were— why couldn’t there be angels or other creatures that fought demons? This deep thinking was ruining his libido.
The crackling sound of Bach’s radio hit his ears. From what he gathered, several officers were heading this way. He needed Gabriel to finish this now.
Chapter Thirteen
Gabriel
THE SURPRISE HIT GABRIEL first as Bach took him down easily. Bach was good at sucking cock. He should have made the blond bastard do this over the past year. Instead, he had been the bottom bitch, taking whatever Bach wanted to give him, always frustrated over his brother’s rejection.
Gabriel had not understood why he kept going back to Bach’s cruel treatment. He always called him Galen whenever they acted out scenes together. He knew it was twisted, but part of him craved the humiliation, the degradation. He had been so hungry and full of guilt for betraying Galen, he had allowed Bach’s darkest fantasies regarding Galen to be acted out on him.
He shouldn’t have allowed it. There was a reason why Galen treated Bach this way, but Galen never told Gabriel what that reason was. Now, he wanted Bach as his punishment to him for betraying his brother. He didn’t understand this possessive feeling as it overtook every part of his body and overtook any rational thinking in his mind.
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