CHAPTER SIX

"Allen? Allen!"

Jordan cried out.

Chaus laid Allen's body next to Jordan's feet, Allen's hand lying limply against Jordan's ankle. "So beautiful in death, isn't he?"

Jordan didn't answer Chaus. Instead he stared at Allen, tears running down his face. He couldn't even touch his brother, just whisper to him as the thing next to them carried on like this was nothing.

Perhaps it wasn't as devastating to Chaus, but for Jordan, it was the most heart-wrenching moment of his life. He had witnessed his brother's death right in front of him, for goodness sake.

"Don't look so sad, Jordan."

Chaus bit his wrist, blood welling up from the cut. "Death is only the beginning."

Jordan sobbed, struggling against the ropes. "Don't fucking throw bad movie quotes at me. Not right now."

Chaus laughed as he lifted Allen's head and pressed his wrist against Allen's blue lips. "Sweetie, that little saying goes back to before Christ was born. Now watch. Watch as your brother is reborn."

Jordan wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't tear his vision away from what he was seeing before him. Chaus held Allen, one arm around Allen's back in a parody of a loving embrace, while his wrist was held to Allen's lips.

Allen's mouth was parted and Chaus's blood dripped in. Time inched by. Jordan had no concept of its passage as he stared at the scene before him. Chaus murmured softly to Allen, but nothing happened.

Jordan, still splayed open and helpless, relaxed. Maybe Chaus had messed up or something, and Allen was really gone, really dead. He fervently prayed that was so. The only person he was capable of feeling emotions for might be dead, but that was better than being a slave to this creature.

Jordan relaxed against the headboard. He'd gotten his wish; Allen was free of this thing that held them. He could do whatever he had to now that he knew his brother was safe. He did not regret his decision to be the one Chaus hurt through the rest of time, as long as Allen was…

Allen's eyes flew open, and he growled.

Jordan flinched, chill bumps breaking out over his skin. The sound was low and mean and reminded Jordan of a starving dog they'd once seen on their country estate. The mangy mutt was vicious, out of its mind with hunger, and had attacked them. Allen looked just like that starving dog. He was nothing more than an animal.

"There we go, that's my good pet."

Chaus held Allen close, the younger man ravaging Chaus's wrist in a feeding frenzy. "Vicious, isn't he? He's going to be magnificent in his killings."

"Dear lord,"

Jordan whimpered as he watched Allen feed, his hands clamped at Chaus's wrist, blood all over his face, his body twitching.

"There, gorgeous, that's enough."

Chaus pushed Allen off his wrist. "Now watch, Jordan. See the beauty in death."

Allen flung himself back, his body twisting upon the sheets as his skin faded to paleness. He groaned, eyes tightly closed and his fists clenching, as spasms rocked his body.

He bowed off the bed as more growls and grunts poured from him, the sounds painful. Allen's mouth opened and closed, a soundless plea on his lips, as he writhed on the mattress, heels drumming on the bed.

Jordan swallowed as Allen's body came back to some sort of twisted version of life.

Finally, the agonizing rebirth finished, and Allen lay still. He turned his head and opened his eyes. "Brother,"

he moaned.

Jordan found himself staring into pale blue eyes that resembled Chaus's. "Oh fuck. Allen? Do you even remember me? Know me? Allen?"

Allen raised himself to his knees and crawled to Chaus, rubbing against the vampire like a cat. Jordan swore Allen was almost purring. "My master."

Jordan's mouth fell open. That was a hell of a step up from sir.

"Yes, my lovely little mate."

Chaus petted Allen's hair, then jerked Allen's head back to look in his eyes. "You're right, Allen. Your master. How do you feel?"

Allen moaned, his dick rising up. "I'm so…"

Allen swung his head around to stare at Jordan. "Free. There's this power coursing through my body, Jordan. I can see so much better, and my sense of smell! Oh, I can smell your fear, brother, and your need to be mastered."

Allen turned to Chaus. "Mmm, sir, I want to see you fuck him, then turn him. I want his blood all over me. Us."

"Ask, and ye shall receive, Allen."

Chaus grinned at a very pale Jordan.

Chaus crawled up to Jordan, pressed his body close, and slammed his lips down on Jordan's. His fangs sliced Jordan's tongue, and Jordan moaned at the gush of blood that filled his mouth.

Allen lay on his side, watching.

* * *

Chaus's hands were everywhere—caressing, teasing, touching, and Jordan moaned and twisted in the ropes that held him. Soft pleas, low growls, and sighs of pleasure drifted from the bed as Chaus played.

Allen laughed softly when Chaus used his claws and cut the ropes holding Jordan. He jerked Jordan flat on the bed and continued his gentle assault. Jordan pulled desperately at his cuffs and Chaus raised his eyebrow.

"Unfortunately, daylight is nearly upon us. As loath as I am to end this, it's time. We'll have an eternity to play with each other and hunt. Oh, I can't wait to see you two in action."

Chaus turned and slapped Allen on the ass. "It's Jordan's turn to be fucked through the mattress."

Chaus moved between Jordan's legs. "Hand me the lube, gorgeous, and hold his legs out of the way while I loosen this ass."

"Yes, Master."

Allen smirked at Jordan.

Jordan groaned, shaking. "Allen? Allen, please—"

"Shhh, Jordan. You'll love it."

Allen grasped Jordan's cuffed hands, intertwining their fingers. "Soon, brother dear. Soon you'll be like us."

Chaus slicked his finger and entered Jordan. Chaus took his time, twisting and turning his finger, loosening the human, while hunting for that special spot that would ruin Jordan's control.

There was plenty of time to teach the both of them how to accept and enjoy pain and use it to lift them up to a higher level of pleasure. Right now, he needed them to see how good he could be to his pets when he wanted. Chaus added another finger when Jordan's ass relaxed.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Chaus whispered as Jordan strained against the bonds. "Wait until my dick is rubbing your prostate."

"Oh shit,"

Jordan cried out, jerking and moaning on the bed.

Only when Jordan's body bucked and trembled from need, did Chaus remove his fingers and lift Jordan's legs on to his shoulders. Chaus didn't waste time. He slid into Jordan's tight, hot ass, a smooth glide that destroyed Jordan's valued control in one fatal swoop.

Chaus tilted his hips and hit Jordan's prostate, dragging a scream from the human pinned beneath him. Chaus thrust hard, driving Jordan to the brink quickly.

"Feel good?"

Chaus taunted.

Jordan's head whipped back and forth on the bed, and Chaus laughed delightedly, allowing his fangs to show. He wasn't surprised Jordan didn't answer. No, Jordan would fight him to the bitter end before admitting he liked his ass being plowed. Eventually he'd make Jordan admit it.

Jordan was right about one thing. He would bend, but never break. Chaus was glad of that. He knew how much fun making him bend would be. He knew just how to make his pet bend, too. Chaus reached out and fisted Jordan's cock as he fucked him.

"Fuck,"

Jordan yelled, his body responding no matter how much his brain yelled not to.

"Harder,"

Allen growled. "Make him come."

Chaus knew he had some work to do. They would learn they would not be the ones making demands. But he had all the time in the world to correct that behavior.

Chaus pumped Jordan's dick harder as he slammed into Jordan. "Come!"

he demanded.

"Shit, yes!"

With a wail, Jordan obeyed, his cum spurting up his chest from the force of his orgasm.

"Bite,"

Chaus snarled to Allen just as he flooded Jordan with his seed. "Feed!"

Jordan yelled as Allen leaned over him and sank his fangs into his chest, right above his right nipple. He barely had time to draw another breath before Chaus pulled out of his ass but kept his grip on his dick, holding the softening length in his hand. He looked at Jordan and licked his lips.

"No!"

Jordan's eyes widened and he shook his head frantically as Chaus's fangs nipped his dick. "Oh fuck!"

Jordan arched on the bed, caught between both vampires.

Chaus released his dick, then turned his head and bit into his thigh, into the femoral artery.

* * *

Jordan watched as Allen went after his wrist, smearing his blood everywhere. That was the last thing he remembered as they drained him of his life force. Then Jordan's eyes snapped open. There was a taste in his mouth, something sweet, with a metallic edge to it.

It was better than any expensive wine he'd ever tasted. He could hear every creak in the warehouse—a mouse that skittered across the floor somewhere. His sight was better than it had ever been. He could see every little line in the ceiling tiles above him.

There was a body next to him; someone was playing with his hair. That scent. He knew that scent. It was dark, heavy and delicious to him. Made him yearn.

"Welcome back, sweetie."

Jordan turned his head to see Chaus lying next to him. "What?"

"How do you feel?"

"I…"

Jordan frowned. He felt powerful as an indescribable strength rushed through him. He was indestructible and could do anything. Nothing or no one could stand in his way.

Chaus ran his hand over Jordan's arm, and he shivered as he continued that thought—no one but Chaus, that was.

"I'm okay, I guess."

Jordan grinned and a fang nipped his bottom lip. That was interesting. "Actually, I feel pretty damn good."

All of his fears had left him. Even submitting to Chaus didn't seem like the end of the world any longer.

Jordan realized someone had released his wrists and he raised his hand. There were thick cuff bracelets on his wrists. Allen trailed a finger up Chaus's hip, and Jordan saw his brother wore bracelets too.

"What are these, sir?"

Chaus tugged Jordan closer to him, and Jordan was happy to go. "They signify that both of you are mine. My mates."

"Oh, they're so much more than that. Tell him when you had these made. He won't believe you."

Allen giggled as he leered at Jordan's naked form. "Hey! I have an idea. Later can we bend him over a bench and flog his ass?"

Chaus reached over Jordan and pinched Allen's nipple, dragging a sexy cry from the other man. "Behave, gorgeous, or you'll be the one over the bench and I'll let Jordan flog you until you bleed."

Jordan smirked. "I've been saying for years he needed patience beat into him."

Chaus snorted. "They're Egyptian scarab cuff bracelets. They're made from copper and were made for me by an Egyptian pharaoh of the 18th dynasty, during the period of Egyptian history known as the New Kingdom."

Jordan frowned. "Why does that ring a bell?"

Chaus kissed Jordan swiftly on the lips. "It'll come to you, I'm sure. I'll give you a hint though. He's the most popular pharaoh with the people of today."

"Shit,"

Jordan mumbled as a light bulb went off. "I'll say he's popular, sir. One more question, please. You said your safe word was letum. That's Latin, isn't it, but I can't remember what it means. And why do you have a safe word?"

"I saw the word letum bothered you. Loosely it means ruin, death, annihilation."

Chaus rose from the blood-spattered bed and locked the vault-type door. "And I planned for the word to be yours and Allen's safe word, not mine."

Jordan shook his head. Talk about a subtle warning both he and Allen had missed.

Chaus returned to bed and lay between Allen and Jordan. "Daybreak is coming, pets, time to sleep. Once night falls, we will find you a nice human to feed from."

Allen snuggled up to Chaus. "I am hungry."

Jordan rested his head on Chaus's chest. "Just any human? Or is there the possibility we could pick one?"

Chaus looked up at the ceiling, a slight smile crossing his lips. "You have someone in mind?"

"Oh yes."

Jordan smirked as darkness came for him. "A certain Mr. Havers comes to mind. At least he'd stop worrying about his damn workers."

SIX MONTHS LATER

A cold, wet wind brushed across the city located on the River Thames. Three men entered an upper-class, private establishment. Two of the men bore a marked resemblance to each other.

They had the same build, same hair color, and pretty much the same facial features, except one had dimples and the other had a dent in his chin. Both were dressed in tailored clothes that bespoke wealth and privilege. They were classy, young, powerful men.

The large Egyptian cuffs on both men's wrists signified to other supernaturals they were mates. And for those that knew what the cuffs meant, they also showed that the two men were slaves. The antique cuffs tended to bring envious looks when the threesome partied.

The redheaded man wasn't much shorter than the other two men and had a swimmer's build—long and sleek. His shoulder length, wavy, deep red hair drew plenty of attention. So did the predatory grace in the man's movements. This man was clearly the master.

Everything about the three men whispered dark and dangerous sex.

By the night's end more than one mortal would succumb to the appeal of these three, and their bodies would end up tossed aside after they were drained.

TOBIS

The name of the game is control. Hugh's a lawyer for a well-known defense firm. That was Daddy's choice—both the profession and the firm. His father's control is second only to that of the wealthy society Hugh moves in.

In Hugh's world, image is everything. But appearances can be deceiving. Blond hair, cornflower blue eyes, a cute face and boyish charm belie the shark within… His obsession? Hot cars. And small, blond twinks.

Enter Tobis. This sweet young twink isn't at all what he appears to be. Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, Tobis is one of the strongest weres around. And he's on the hunt. Tobis's obsession? Leather. Particularly on his submissive mate.

And then there were none…