Chapter Fifteen
They sat in the same spot as they had the first night, complete with Abi sitting on Nash’s lap.
Abi buried his face in Nash’s neck again. Nash shivered when Abi kissed him. His fangs brushed against his skin right where the mating mark would go. “I have an urge to bite you. I’ve never had that urge with anyone else before.”
Abi had let Nash in a little at a time after their talk, which was good, but Nash wondered if he still would after tonight.
The real acting would begin as soon as they met Mallor, and Abi wasn’t good at keeping his cool.
Keeping him busy was the best thing to do, but Nash feared that Abi wouldn’t appreciate the way he would do that.
“We’ll have to be on tonight even when the rescue team comes,” Nash whispered.
“I’ll do my best.”
“Not to kill anyone,” Nash added. “Say it.”
Abi sighed. “Not to kill those perverted, sick fucks.”
Nash couldn’t help but smile at the way Abi rephrased it. “Close enough.”
“We’ll have to have sex. In front of them.” Abi squirmed on Nash’s lap and pressed his hand to his cock.
“Do you like the thought of that, boy?”
“Yeah. People watching us.” Abi bit him again, not breaking the skin. Did it comfort him? Then he licked the spot where his teeth had been. “Don’t let anyone else touch me? Promise.”
“Of course, I promise. I’ll rip apart anyone who tries.” Nash held him tighter. “Just me, baby. I swear it.”
Abi sighed. “Okay, Daddy. Then I’m ready.”
As if on cue, the same man who had come for them the day before arrived again. “Mr. Mallor has requested your presence in his skybox.” The man had the same stoic expression as before too.
They followed the man through the arena and up a flight of stairs. Nash kept a hand on Abi’s lower back, making sure Abi felt his touch. Nash would keep him safe. That was the top priority. The mission was secondary.
Abi pointed to the floor, letting Nash know the fighters were on the floor below them.
Nash nodded, and then he drew Abi to him. “Are you going to be a good boy in front of Mr. Mallor?”
“The best boy, Daddy.” Abi ran his hand up Nash’s chest.
Nash patted Abi’s ass, leaving his hand there.
Abi met his gaze with raised eyebrows.
Nash glanced at the camera in the corner and then nodded to the one behind him.
If anyone were keeping tabs on them, then Nash’s hand on Abi’s ass would make sense to them as they entered Mallor’s skybox.
They climbed a set of stairs, and then the guard stopped in front of the first door they came to, opened it for them, and gestured for them to enter. “Enjoy the party, gentlemen.”
Nash leaned into Abi and kissed his cheek. “Here we go.”
Nash’s stomach turned with dread when he entered the room.
Every helpless moment came back to him in a flood of memories.
He thought he’d dealt with it, but he wondered if he’d been too optimistic.
The drugs had been the worst because he still couldn’t remember what Mallor did to him.
He just knew something had happened. Something terrible.
When he’d woken up, his body ached everywhere.
He’d had bruises. One eye was swollen shut, and he’d been naked. That was the extent of it.
He shut it all off, shutting down his system when the memories tried to take hold. Abi must have sensed it because he leaned into Nash. “You’re okay. I’m right here. Focus on me.”
So that was what Nash did. Taking a deep breath, he focused on his surroundings, taking in one thing at a time until he had the room memorized. Be here. Right now. You’re not in this alone. You know what you’re doing.
There were seven people in the room. None of them appeared to be there against their will. All of them were men. Mallor must have hidden the woman Abi had seen earlier. Only two had clothing on, and they wore nothing but underwear.
It all appeared legitimate, even if the intent was clear.
The night would end in an orgy. Nash and Abi were the newcomers.
New people for everyone to fuck. But it was clear Mallor wanted Nash to be comfortable.
All consensual in the Mallor skybox. Nothing nefarious was going on.
No, sir, Mr. Drake. Just a bunch of people having fun with each other.
Mallor was testing Nash, and Nash had to proceed cautiously.
He needed to figure out what motivated Mallor to trust others.
That required patience and allowing Mallor to take the lead to some extent, while keeping him convinced he had a certain level of control—enough to prevent him from taking what he wanted from Nash and Abi.
Nash just hoped Sylvain would get the ball rolling sooner rather than later, before they had to take part in an orgy.
Abi tensed.
Nash pulled him closer. “Are you tired, boy?”
Abi faked a yawn. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Let Daddy hold you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Abi let Nash lift him into his arms. He wrapped his legs around Nash.
They seemed to gain everyone’s attention, which was the point. Everyone needed to know Nash cared for his boy.
A blond man held a naked man on his lap.
They sat in the corner near the back of the room.
The boy had his thumb in his mouth, and he played with his own cock as though it were a toy.
The boy looked to be in his thirties and eyed Abi as though he were competition.
His gaze was calculating. He licked his lips when he eyed Nash.
Everyone else milled about. Two men ate from the buffet set up on one side. The rest sat in chairs near the windows, more interested in people-watching and anticipating the fighting than anything Mallor was doing.
As for Mallor, he held a petite, dark-haired man.
The man, in his mid-twenties, was naked and appeared to be happy to be there.
He leaned against Mallor, who had kept his clothes on except for his cock, which peeked out of his pants and was embedded inside the man on his lap.
He was the only one dressed in more than just underwear.
Mallor made sure Nash and Abi saw his cock disappearing inside the companion.
Mallor looked just as Nash remembered him.
He’d aged, of course, but not much. His dark hair was now streaked with gray at the temples, and he still had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
He clearly loved his life. That was obvious in the way he stroked the man’s cock.
He seemed high on something—probably a warlock drug that might have dulled his magic, but it made for a good time.
He didn’t seem concerned that he hadn’t put up wards around the room, even though it left him exposed.
Nash considered killing him, but if he did, his slaves would go to his successor.
They'd end up right back where they started, trying to find out who that was so they could locate where the slaves were kept.
The slaves would likely get absorbed into the system, and Nash would never know their whereabouts.
Mallor was like a ghost on paper. If he used other names, they hadn’t surfaced, not even in rumors. He owned nothing in his own name, remaining in the shadows. He had a network of people just like him who helped him stay hidden.
Mallor waved them over and patted the seat next to him and his companion.
Nash carried Abi over and sat down with Abi tucked into his lap.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get up to greet you, but the boy…needs my cock.” Mallor played with the man’s nipples.
“Need it so bad, Daddy.” The boy licked his lips and smiled with feigned satisfaction.
“I’m Michael Mallor. Thank you for joining me.”
“Thank you for having us, Mr. Mallor.”
“Please call me Michael.”
Nash nodded. “My name is Niko Hines. And this is my boy, Ben.”
Mallor didn’t believe Nash. That much was clear in the way his eyes narrowed, but only for a moment.
Nash wasn’t sure if Mallor recognized him or if he just suspected Nash used an alias. Maybe he thought Nash was a criminal.
“Do you share your boy with others, Niko?” Mallor eyed Abi with no small amount of lust.
Nash tried to get himself under control, but it wasn’t easy. He held Abi tighter.
“I don’t know, sir. We’re new to the”—Nash waved his free hand around the room—“scene. For now, we’d like to play alongside the others. Perhaps at another time.” Nash’s heart pounded in his chest, waiting to see if that would satisfy Mallor, or if he would push for more.
Mallor gestured with his hand.
The boy on his lap whimpered. “Can I move, Daddy? Please.”
“Once Mr. Hines gets his boy started.” Why didn’t Mallor have to make Abi sound like a car engine? That would set Abi off all nice and proper. Not that it didn’t piss off Nash too, but he could keep a level head better than Abi.
“My boy gets to decide if he wants my cock.”
Abi lifted his head off Nash’s shoulder. He met Nash’s gaze with a shy smile. “I always want you, Daddy.”
Nash cupped his cheek. “Do you want my cock in your ass or your mouth, boy?”
Nash figured giving Abi a choice might get the point across that Abi was the director of his own ship. It would keep Abi and Nash from killing anyone and blowing their cover.
“I don’t know if I want everyone to see your cock.” That was an honest response. Nash could tell by the way Abi flashed his fangs.
Mallor chuckled. “Not used to playing in front of others?”
“No. But we have talked about trying new things.” Nash tried to gauge what Abi was thinking. “My boy is as protective of me as I am of him.”
“So yours is a love match, then.” Mallor’s smile was strained. “How sweet.”
Nash nodded but otherwise ignored Mallor. Mallor’s boy whimpered again and tried to move, but Mallor smacked him on the hip.
“They’ll only look, boy.”
Abi leaned into Nash, as if he were telling him a secret, but he said it loud enough for the others to hear. “I’m hard for you. Do I get to come if I suck you?”
“As long as you continue to be a good boy, I’ll make you come?”
Abi nodded. “Can I start?”
“Whenever you want.”
“Thank god,” Mallor’s boy whispered.
“You can move now, boy.” Mallor sounded a bit more strained.
Abi slid off Nash’s lap and kneeled between his legs on the floor. He met Nash’s gaze as he undid Nash’s belt and then opened his pants, pushing everything out of his way as he fished for Nash’s cock.
Nash stayed locked onto Abi. Staying in the moment was a lot easier when Abi held his cock. The rest of the room faded away. They could have been floating in space for all Nash cared. All he knew was Abi. Nothing else existed.
Abi licked his lips, and with a satisfied smile, he licked along Nash’s shaft, up to the head, swirling his tongue around as if waiting for precum to collect at the tip. And sure enough, as soon as he did, he licked it up before taking Nash into his mouth.
Abi met his gaze and held it with every inch he took. His lips stretched against Nash’s girth. He couldn’t take all of Nash, so he used his hand on the rest.
The wet heat felt amazing, and Abi seemed to know just how Nash liked it.
Nash heard panting beside him, the slap of skin when the sex really got going. Someone moaned a curse. None of it felt real. It was like watching porn on TV. There, but irrelevant.
Abi hugged Nash’s cock with his tongue as he took him just a little deeper each time. Abi moaned. The vibrations made Nash desperate.
Nash held Abi by the back of his head, needing to touch him. “I’m close, boy.”
Abi picked up his pace. The sounds he made went straight to Nash’s core, making him fall over the edge of desire even faster. And Abi took all of him, never stopping until Nash relaxed and his cock grew too sensitive.
Then Abi licked the last bit of cum off Nash’s cock and tucked him back into his pants, before laying his cheek on Nash’s softening, clothed cock. “My Daddy.”
Nash petted Abi’s hair as he caught his breath. He was a few minutes into calming down when he noticed Abi seemed to be shaking as he lay in his lap.
“Look at me.” When Abi did, he had a crease in his forehead, and he bit his bottom lip. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing, Daddy.”
“Now, boy.” Nash cupped his cheek.
Abi leaned into Nash’s touch. “Can I come? Please, Daddy.”
Nash sighed in relief. For a second, Nash thought the worst. That someone had touched him while Nash was in the throes of passion and hadn’t noticed. But Nash should trust Abi, knowing Abi could protect himself.
Abi’s eyes widened when he realized what Nash had thought, and he scrambled up to sit in Nash’s lap again.
He hugged Nash tightly around his neck. Not cutting off his air, but it was almost punishing.
“I’m okay, Daddy. I’m better than okay, actually.
Lots better. I sucked you and it made my cock hurt.
That’s all, Daddy.” Abi bit him on his neck again, not breaking the skin, but he would leave teeth marks.
“Take your pants off, boy. Underwear too.”
Abi met his gaze before slowly standing. He bit his lip as he undid the button on his pants. Everyone in the room watched him, including Nash. But Nash watched for any sign of discomfort, of Abi not liking being the center of attention.
Abi licked his lips as he pushed down his pants. He stood in a pretty black thong that barely covered his cock and balls. “Panties too, Daddy? Are you sure?”
Nash grinned. His boy was a beautiful, clever little skinwalker. And he knew it. “Leave the panties on and straddle my lap.”
Nash turned to Mallor’s boy. “Hand me the lube.” It sat on the end table beside the couch.
Mallor’s boy had cum on his abdomen and looked about as satisfied as he could be. But Mallor was still hard inside him, still fucking into him with short, shallow thrusts.
As soon as he had the lube, he ignored them. The room faded again as Abi kissed his neck. “Make me come, Daddy.”
Nash lubed his fingers and then moved Abi’s panties aside to get to his opening. He rubbed at it. “Put some lube in my palm.”
Nash handed the bottle to Abi.
Abi fumbled with the bottle as Nash entered him with the tip of his finger, but he eventually did as Nash asked.
Nash took Abi’s cock in one hand and pressed into Abi with a finger of his free hand, and then he held still. “Fuck yourself, boy.”
Abi whimpered, but he moved. He made a pretty sight as he fell onto Nash’s finger and then fucked into Nash’s hand, starting a pattern that worked best for him. Nash tightened his grip and worked Abi’s cock with his hand when it was clear he needed a bit of help. “Fucking sexy, baby.”
Abi was tighter than Nash had expected. He’d need a lot more prep when Nash finally took him with his cock, but that wouldn’t be here. For now, the only show they would get was watching Nash’s finger enter Abi’s sweet little hole.
Abi came apart in Nash’s arms, coming into his hand. When he cried out, it was with “Daddy” on his lips.
Two minutes after Abi had fallen against Nash in satisfied exhaustion, Sylvain did his thing.