Lycidas' POV
A pause, heavy with his worry. "Lycidas, don't let anyone hurt her. Protect her. The ritual has to be done."
Finn's pace quickened, his throat tightening around me, and I gripped his hair harder, forcing him to take more. "Don't worry, brother. I miss you. I'll be back soon. Put Jalin on, will you?"
The line shifted, and Jalin's cold "What?" slithered through.
My voice turned razor-sharp. "If you dare touch my brother again, I'll pump you full of suppressant, make you a fuck toy, and toss you to the slave market. Every hole in your body will be stuffed with cocks for the every minute in the rest of your fucking life. Do you understand?"
Silence. Finn gagged, his throat spasming, and the pleasure spiked through me. "I'm talking to you," I snarled into the phone.
"I understand, Your Highness," Jalin muttered, subdued at last. I hung up, tossing the phone aside, and turned my full attention to Finn. He sucked harder, desperate to please, and I felt the edge nearing.
I grabbed his hair, shoving him down onto the sofa. He arched, presenting himself, and I pulled a toy from my pocket - a brutal, custom thing. I tore his pants off, the fabric ripping like flesh, and drove it into him. He groaned, a raw sound of pain and want, and I leaned close.
"Like it?" I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "It's made for you."
"Yes, Your Highness," he gasped, trembling. "Thank you, Your Highness."
I pressed my foot to his back, watching his body take it deeper, and twisted the ring on my finger. The toy hummed to life, vibrating inside him, and he moaned, fluids dripping onto the sofa. I sat back, relishing the chaos on his face - lust, agony, shame, all mine to command. Another twist of the ring, and it thrust, tearing louder cries from him.
"You just don't fucking learn," I sneered. "Your mouth has one purpose." I seized his cuffs, hauling him up, and forced myself back into his mouth. He took me eagerly, his own torment forgotten, and I ruled him completely - my domination zone, my kingdom, my prey.
Leah's POV
The stairs loomed ahead, a shadowed throat swallowing me whole as I shoved the cleaning cart forward, its wheels whining like a kicked dog against the polished floor. The uniform clung to me, stiff and stinking of bleach, a disguise that itched against my scarred skin - marks from a past I'd never claw free of. Seth's voice buzzed through my earphones, sharp and grating, cutting through the hum of my own pulse. "Wow, boss, your brother's sick. I mean, I'm into hard-core SM and stuff, but I have to say I've never seen such disturbing..."
"He's my half-brother, Seth," I snapped, my tone a blade slicing through his chatter. "And do not ever show me your Pornhub searching history. Now, eyes on work."
"Sure, boss," he muttered, quick and chastened, like a pup caught pissing on the rug.
The access lock clicked open before me, a mechanical yawn granting me passage. I stepped into the dedicated elevator for room service grunts, the doors hissing shut behind me like a trap snapping closed. The air inside was stale, heavy with the scent of sweat and metal. My heart hammered, a feral rhythm I couldn't tame, but I forced my voice steady. "Give me some status reports," I said, the words bouncing off the walls. "What's the situation in the penthouse now? I don't want to push that door and have an unexpected reunion with my half-brother. I'm just not emotionally available for him right now."
Seth's reply crackled back. "Your brother's already left with his pet boy. Darren's still locked in a cage in that room. Hasn't moved for a long time. Could he be dead?"
My gut twisted, a snarl rising in my throat. "Did Lycidas inject him with something?" I asked, the thought sinking its teeth into me. After Gean died, Finn had sunk his claws into Leo, my half-brother, that chemical lunatic who could brew any poison they dreamed up. I couldn't imagine what Lycidas had pumped into Darren after he botched the mission - something to break him, to twist him into a whimpering shell. One thing I knew about Lycidas was the Lycan Prince didn't play gentle.
Seth hesitated, his voice dropping. "I hooked up the hotel's surveillance system last night. It seems that cage has been there forever, though. I pulled all the footage from then 'til now - nothing between your half-brother and Darren. But boss, I've got a bad feeling. Don't you think it's too simple? Smells like a trap. I say we cancel when we still can."
I shoved the cart out as the elevator jolted to a stop on the top floor, the doors peeling open. "Seth, don't make me throw you into the shark tank to feed Sharbo," I growled, my patience fraying like old rope. "I'm already here. Open the damn door."
"Sorry, boss. Enough with the third degree," he mumbled, and the Penthouse door swung wide, a maw revealing the chaos beyond.
The room hit me like a fist - wrecked, reeking of blood and fear, a mess I didn't want to untangle. Furniture splintered, walls smeared with something dark, the air thick with the ghosts of whatever went down. I didn't linger on it. My eyes locked on the cage in the corner, a rusted coffin where Darren curled tight, a broken thing trembling in the shadows.
"Darren," I called, soft as I could manage, stepping closer.
His body jerked, curling in on itself like a wounded beast. "Don't come over… don't come over…" he muttered, voice a low, ragged plea dripping with terror. When his head lifted, those empty eyes caught mine, and despair flooded them, black and endless. He rattled the bars, frantic, a trapped animal gone mad. "Don't kill me! Please! Don't kill me!"