STORY EXCERPT

One of the vampires grabbed his back leg and bent it down sharply.

Scott and Garrett both screamed at the crunching sound of the bone being broken.

Now Garrett was never going to run ever again, even if they both lived through this.

One of the vampires finally noticed that Scott was just sitting there, shaking like a leaf like the worthless omega that he was.

The vampire smiled as he approached him, and it was the same smile Scott had received before being raped by one of the vampire masters. It was the sort that would have seemed kind and gentle had it not been for the white fangs showing.

Scott shook his head. “Please don’t hurt him. It’s my fault. I tricked him. I wanted to get away.”

He could immediately sense Garrett’s remorse at the lie that left Scott’s lips, and the wolf abruptly worked to shift back into a man. A lot of his wounds healed with the shift, but a broken leg was something else entirely that couldn’t be undone with just a simple shift.

This shift must’ve been especially painful because it forced him to move his broken leg, and the vampires barely let his fur go so that he could change back into his human shape. Either way, their hands were immediately back on his arms, holding him and keeping him from moving or struggling. One vampire had his arm locked around Garrett’s throat, and the man could choke him to death, or snap his neck if he wanted to.

After their escape attempt, he would have every right. These vampires might be operating outside of the law with their ownership of slaves, but what would they do? Report each other to the authorities?

“No, it was me. Master, I stole him away because I was jealous. He’s my mate and I was jealous of my master for touching him,” Garrett said.

The vampires all chuckled, and Scott found himself grabbed by the throat with thin, steely fingers and lifted right off his feet. “Stupid mutts. This omega is the master’s feeder. If he wants to touch him, feed from him, or fuck him, then he is free to do so.”

“I know, masters,” Garrett said. “I lost myself. Forgive me. Don’t hurt him. The responsibility is mine.”

Scott wanted to say something. To tell them it was all a lie. That he was the one who wanted to run away. He was the one who begged his mate to take him away from here, even if that would be the real lie. But the hand that squeezed his throat wouldn’t allow a word to escape, and he could barely breathe.

He tried to call out to Garrett with his mind, while he was still conscious.

Garrett! Don’t tell them that!

It’s the truth.

I don’t care! They’ll kill you! They’ll kill me anyway!

If there’s a chance they will keep you alive so you can escape later, then I’ll take it.

Garrett looked Scott in the eyes, and Scott’s face felt overheated from the lack of oxygen. He was getting tunnel vision, but then the vampire abruptly dropped him. It took almost everything he had to keep himself from landing on his injured leg, but he did it, and he choked and coughed, sucking back his precious air that he needed to survive.

“The master will be angry if we kill this one,” said the vampire who’d been holding him.

“How can you be sure? Frederik’s only fucked him once. He’s not exactly a favorite.”

“You’re right, but I don’t want to take any chances that he’ll want this one again. We should bring him back.”

Scott felt relief washing over him, even as he clutched at his own throat and breathed deeply. Garrett was still staring at him and smiling softly, as if he’d accomplished his mission of at least keeping Scott alive if he couldn’t free him.

“I love you,” Scott said. He had to say it, even if it got him in trouble.

He wasn’t prepared for when the vampire behind Garrett leaned in and bit down hard on his throat, fangs cutting deep and blood spurting out like there was an electric pump.

Scott froze, and the thinking part of his brain just stopped as he tried to reason with himself on what was happening.

The vampire was just drinking from Garrett, or being too rough with his punishment.

Then the vampire pulled his teeth back, taking a large chunk of flesh with him as more blood spouted out from the wound with such a force that it got Scott in the eyes right before Garrett was dropped.

He could barely see, even as he screamed and tried to rush forward to his mate, who was so strong and big and larger than life, lying lifelessly on the ground, eyes open in a chilling stare.

Scott was grabbed by the back of the neck, but he didn’t stop fighting to go over to his mate. “No! Let me go! Garrett! Let me go! I have to go to him!”

He could save him. Maybe Garrett wasn’t dead but he soon would be. If Scott was with him, holding his hand, doing something, then Garrett could fight this and get up. His body would heal.

“What did you do that for?” asked one of the vampires.

“You heard him. A jealous mate around our master? That’s not a good idea. Better he die like this than be ripped apart,” answered the vampire with the bloody face, as if he’d just performed an act of mercy.

All Scott could see through the blood and tears was Garrett’s body, but soon that faded from sight as the worst pain he'd ever felt struck him upside the back of his head, and he blacked out, losing sight of his mate forever.

When he woke up next, back in his cell without Garrett, he couldn't see at all.

ADULT EXCERPT

Scott just smiled up at him, and he was so fucking sexy, lying there, naked and open for Jesse to take, that he couldn’t help but lean in and press his mouth down along Scott’s mouth, his jaw, and then after only a minor hesitation, his throat.

Scott didn’t exactly open himself up to the touch to one of his most sensitive places, and he didn’t relax into it either. For that, Jesse pulled his mouth away quickly.

Maybe putting his mouth to Scott’s throat was an example of moving too quickly. Scott just decided to pretend as though it was nothing as he moved his mouth away. At least he hadn’t done something as stupid as put his teeth there. That would’ve been a disaster.

Instead, Jesse just went back to watching his fingers being sucked up into the warm and tight space of Scott’s body. He pushed them back and forth, scissoring them and waiting with clenched teeth for when he could put his cock into that tunnel.

At least Scott was finally touching him again. The man was gasping softly as he canted his hips back and forth, trying to get more of Jesse’s fingers inside of him, to push them deeper.

“I love it when you put your hands in my hair,” Jesse said.

“Do you?” Scott asked, and he gripped Scott’s hair tight enough that he grunted a little in pain.

“Did you like that?” Scott asked.

Jesse did, and he was stunned to realize that he did. “Yeah,” he said, and he grinned. “An innocent looking omega like you, who would have thought you would be into pain?”

A strange, sour sort of look passed over Scott’s face, and now Jesse really worried that he’d said the wrong thing, but Scott spoke before he could take it back.

“I know some things. We’ll have to try them out later on.”

Trying them later on meant that there would be a later on. Jesse couldn’t wait for that.

Scott’s cock remained hard as Jesse prepped him, and he could see one of the veins pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

Jesse added in a third finger and pushed it deep, but he didn’t do much else before he decided that he had to fuck this man right now before he imploded. “Touch yourself, Scott. I want to watch your hand moving up and down the length of your cock while I’m fucking you.”

Scott moaned, and he spat in his hand before gripping his dick. The satisfied look on his face when he did that made a shiver pass up and down Jesse’s spine.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jesse said. “You’re mine now.”

Even if Scott never loved him, Jesse couldn’t just have this once. In his heart of hearts, he knew that he’d already chosen Scott for a mate, and this was just going to put that decision in cement until the day he died.

That was fine. So long as Jesse at least got to have this, that he got to be with Scott even if the man would never love him, then everything would be fine.

Jesse pushed the head of his prick up against Scott’s stretched hole, and even with the preparation, it was still an incredibly tight fit, and it took a decent amount of pressure before Jesse was even able to get the head past the ring of muscle of Scott’s asshole.

When he did, when he was sinking inside of that tight heat that felt so damned good, he and Scott moaned together.

Scott was made for this, made for Jesse. There was no other description for how Jesse was feeling right now, how his body was reacting to Scott.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we held out on each other for so long,” Jesse said.

“Me either,” Scott replied, and he gripped Jesse’s shoulders tightly, and his thighs tightened around Jesse’s hips.

“Now fuck me, wolf,” Scott said, his tone all-demanding and urgent.

“Of course,” Jesse replied, and he left the word mate unsaid as he was already pushing back and forth at a rapid pace. There was nothing he could do to slow himself down at this point. He had to have this. His balls were tight and actually paining him with the urge to put his scent all over the man beneath him and make sure that everyone in the pack knew that Scott was a taken omega.

Jesse moaned, and the bed rocked. It sounded like something was being crushed into splinters, and he realized it was the legs of the bed as the force of Jesse’s thrusts were taking their toll.

Mine. Mine. Mine, chanted the inner voice of Jesse’s wolf, a creature that was usually silent unless there was something around that was severely overstimulating it.

It could now be confirmed that Scott was a stimulant for Jesse’s wolf, and Jesse moved faster.

Claim him. Fuck him. Take him!

I am, Jesse thought, even as he panted and tried to catch his breath so that he could continue to fuck hard and fast.

It was like his body was on autopilot, and he’d never had this happen to him before. It only made sense that he would lose so much control with his chosen mate, and Scott seemed to be loving it as he pushed his hips back up to meet Jesse’s.

Filthy words of encouragement fell from Scott’s mouth, which spurred Jesse on, and their flesh slapped together in lewd noises that were better than anything Jesse had ever heard in his life.