Draco.
Two naked males lay on the bed, their bodies coiled together like that of a serpent. The one beneath had his legs spread wide, allowing Draco to thrust into him.
Draco's pores were filled with sweat that dribbled down from his temple onto Edrand's face. The male savored it. He loved everything that had to do with Draco. His Draco.
Edrand propped up a bit and stole a kiss from Draco, a moan building at the back of his throat. Upon release, it vibrated on Draco's chest.
"More, Draco..." Edrand urged, growing impatient, and Draco gave him what he desired. He drilled his length into Edrand's hole, the tight ring of muscles squeezing his seeds out of him.
Even while he stroked him and kissed him, all Draco could think about was that breeder. That look on her face back at the courtroom. That look of utter fear engorged Draco's phallus, and with a desperate need to feel what that fear on her face tasted like, he pounded harder into Edrand.
Draco swooped in and let his tongue lap over Edrand's neck. He felt the male sink his hand into his hair and pull at the strands.
"Gods, my love, give me more. I desire it. I want your balls deep inside me..."
Silence! Draco nearly screamed at Edrand. In his eardrums, the only voice that he desired to listen to was the shrieks of the female as he fisted her chin and made her look into his eyes.
"After being apart for so long, my love, this is the moment I've been longing for, Draco." Edrand sang as Draco's navel swished over his hard cock.
Draco couldn't bear to hear Edrand's continuous blabbering and laid him askew. They both assumed the position of a spoon with their legs tangled tightly as Draco slotted his manhood into Edrand.
Harsh grunts edified at the back of his throat. Edrand grabbed his cock, wanking it and mewling at the feeling of utter satisfaction as his bulbous tip bled with some jizz.
It felt amazing, he found himself in seventh heaven, before the God of conception. At the moment, blinded by bliss, Edrand found himself leering at the god. Yeah, he and Draco might not have pups, but it'd never stop them from taking pleasures from each other.
Gods be damned! Draco was his alone. Not even the gods themselves would stop their union.
Draco's spanking festered, the plunge escalating to rabid heights. He held onto Edrand's muscular bicep and dragged out his strokes with Edrand moaning heatedly beneath him as their orgasm drew closer.
Their chests constricted from the blinding whoop of orgasm that coiled their nether. Body spasming, Draco stilled as he pumped his fluid into Edrand. Increasing his wanking pace, Edrand hissed as a ribbon of semen dripped from his tip, staining the sheets beneath him.
He felt Draco slip out of him and a smile graced his lips.
"Where are you off to, my love?" Edrand whipped around, hissing at the sudden rush of pain that stemmed from Draco's unrelenting thrusts inside him.
"I've to go. Duty calls," Draco gritted out, managing to hide his frustration. For all he knew, he came to the thought of the female in his mind. But Draco would never let Edrand find out. Much less anyone else.
"But my lord, you need to rest. We should curl up in each other's arms and rest."
Draco lumbered close and held Edrand's hand, kissing his palm and then his temple.
"A man like me with a mission does not sleep, Edrand. Our people are counting on me. You rest, I shall return to join you when I can."
Of course, Edrand was quick to believe his smooth lies. Everyone else would, but only he knew the battle that assaulted him whenever he shut his eyes to rest.
All he'd see was Andriandita. His mate. One he didn't fulfill his promise of keeping safe.
While Edrand slumbered, Draco left the room. He trailed down the hall but paused before her door.
The breeder. His soon-to-be luna that'd die just like the others. She was beyond that door, probably slumbering. Draco had half the mind to sneak into her room. Maybe watch her while she slumbered, but he thought better of that.
He couldn't let that female get under his thick skin. She meant nothing. No one would, only his mate. The one he lost during the great purge.
Abruptly, he walked away from the hall, pushing past his sentinels.
"Do not follow," Draco dictated with a wave of his hand, shooing the sentinels that tried to follow him away as he ventured into the forbidden estate.
Sometimes when the grief was too much on him, Draco would come here, the land no one had ever lived in for over fifty years.
Draco made a decree when he became the lord of Abbator that no one would ever live in the Wilbur estate.
Before the purge, the Wilburs, Thrones, and Rahls were the three most powerful and rich families in the whole of Bloomington. They worked together as one with the Thrones as the ruler of the whole of Bloomington.
The demon clan never held a candle to them, and there was peace between both clans because by nature, lycans were more powerful and were born to be the leaders. That order was maintained for centuries with the Throne providing the kings.
These three families have children that were best of friends, and that was Draco, Edrand, and Andriandita. Alfos, who was Andriandita's brother, was way older than them. He barely mingled with the youngling best friends.
Things were moving smoothly for them with Draco and Andriandita developing feelings for each other, which their families approved of.
Andriandita was a sommelier; she had a lot of knowledge about wines and ales, and that was why Draco helped her in establishing a tavern in the Wilbur's estate.
Mr. Wilbur refused his daughter from establishing the tavern at first, but Draco promised he'd always help her out, which he did, and they always enjoyed their moment serving in the tavern. Life was easy then. Fun even. But everything shattered the day his father made that bloody decree. Till today, Draco was still investigating to find out why his father made such a decree. But Draco knew without a doubt that his curse was the god's way of punishing him for his father's actions.
Even in death, Draco would never forgive his father. He basked in the serene ambiance of the Wilbur estate until he reached the tavern that was his and Andriandita's years ago.
The moment Draco slipped inside and saw the torches blazing in their sconces, his instincts flared, and he stood alarmed.
By the time he took two more steps surreptitiously into the tavern, he felt an ambush of pain slam into his chest. He doubled over with creased brows, trying to suppress the pain.
Looking up, he saw Logren flying out of the inner room. The room where he and Andriandita would share touches and brief kisses. The place where they had their first sex long before they found out they were mates. The room where she carved things about them into the wall.
Back then Andriandita called it 'her diary room.'
Logren perched on the ceiling beams and croaked low. Draco took that as a cue, understanding that someone was in there. He felt their presence.
The further he walked into the room, the more he felt the stinging pain in his chest. At last, he barged in, and that was when he realized the cause of the pain as he saw a lycan leaping away from the exit.
That wasn't an ordinary pain. It was a mate bond.
Shocked, Draco darted closer to the door and flung it open. The wind whipped his hair into his eyes momentarily, denying him the opportunity of seeing the lycan clearly.
The lycan was his mate. Still not relenting, he pushed forward and began to follow the lycan's trail out of the estate.
Draco walked for hours, searching and trying to track the lycan's scent, but it was difficult. Draco lost the tracks after a strenuous hour of searching, which made him realize the lycan, whoever it was, was good at hiding their tracks.
What was the person doing in the tavern anyway? How did they get in, because the last time Draco checked he had an abbot seal the gates of the Wilbur estate magically. No one would be able to enter except someone with the Throne blood, Wilbur, and Rahl's.
Could that lycan have been an abbot too because abbots are the only set of people with magical powers? How did he get in?
Or has the invincible seal on the gate weakened?
Draco felt Logren's presence behind him before the bird perched on his shoulder and squeaked.
"It's alright, buddy. It's gone. The lycan." He hummed and gave Logren a fleeting look. "Do you perhaps know who the person was?" He asked.
Even if the bird talked, Draco wouldn't understand it because he didn't have that ability. Only Andriandita did. No one knew about Andriandita's unique gift except for him. Not even her parents.
They always wondered why she kept Logren as her pet, but Andriandita never revealed it to them so they wouldn't tag her as a freak. Mr. Wilbur, Andriandita's father, always believed a lycan wasn't meant to have powers, and as a result, she hid her gift from him and everyone else save for Draco.
Draco walked back to the tavern, mind clouded with worry.
He had a mate. The gods had granted him another mate, but the problem was he didn't know who that was.
"There's only one way to find out," Draco muttered under his breath, growling.
TBC.