Chapter 11 Lazriel
~Lazriel~
I threw my head back, a wolf howl tearing from my throat once again, followed by a hiss from the vampire with my fangs dropped as another bolt of pleasure from the accursed device sent me over the edge once again and I spurted all over myself.
I panted as I tried to come down from it.
But as usual, I wasn’t granted that brief break from this madness, the device Victor had left strapped to me continuing its relentless pleasure pulses immediately after I’d already come.
I could no longer even tug or thrash in the chains.
Hours or days… I didn’t know how long it had been.
All I did know was that he’d been gone.
Left me here strapped to this thing.
With the holy water still weakening me.
No feeders or blood bags, no nourishment at all.
Just forced pleasure.
Forced pleasure he’d planned to break me with.
Until I’d turned it to my advantage.
He’d thought I’d be on the edge the entire time, screaming and crying with need by the time he arrived home.
As if I’d allow that shithead to break me.
He’d called too many of the shots as it was—now it was my turn.
And when he got back he’d see that he really had no hope of twisting my mind, or making me his.
Speaking of the mind manipulation thing, I’d actually managed to reach out to my dad during all of this. I’d basically used the last of the energy I’d had to achieve that, hence me being barely able to move now. Even my wolf howl had sounded strained and raw.
Reaching out while I’d been in the throes of this fucked-up pleasure hadn’t been the most comfortable thing in the world, but even though I knew he’d realized what was happening as I’d held the mind-link long enough for him to see into the situation and determine where I was, or at least a close enough estimation, he hadn’t spoken a word about it.
Instead, he’d told me that he was proud of me, that he loved me, and that it wouldn’t be long now… just to hold on a little while longer.
A rush of movement caught my attention through the pleasure sparking through me, making me ache.
A massive rush.
It had to be several dozen.
I strained to hear more.
And then Victor’s voice reached me, sending a chill down my spine.
“Do not enter my chambers. You need me, you call out. Now take position and ready yourselves. Dark Fae contingent, prepare the mind-meddling spell infused with Celestial power now. You need to be ready to intercept Cassius. Bring him to his knees. The rest of you hold off the necromancer and the Alpha bitch. I’ll see to Remnant. ”
I started.
It was happening.
They were coming.
But how far out were they?
Victor would need a lot of prep time to survive them, but he was also an arrogant bastard who’d delved so deep into psychopathy and broken from reality so much that maybe he didn’t recognize that anymore. Maybe they were really so close.
A whip of wind cut into my thoughts.
And then, there he was, standing right in front of me, clad in his dark gray suit stretching across his overbearing broad and muscular form.
“Precious thing, my apologies, I was gone longer than anticipated. However, that should have worked well in your favor. You must be ready to accept me now.” His lips lifted into a devious smirk. “To even receive me, yes?”
A strained growl was my only response.
His gaze raked over me strung up fucking naked for him.
And then his entire body tensed when he saw the truth of the matter.
A sticky mess all fucking over me, covering my cock, my stomach, my thighs, even all over the floor.
“No,” he choked. “Not possible. That device was designed to torment, not allow release.”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “The thing about that… my vampire side manifested late. It took me ages to… control… it.” I drew in a shaky breath.
“Not being in control like that, while wolf… and vampire slammed together make for… a whole lot of… horniness… was dangerous. Could’ve been really painful if I’d…
lost control. So I learned…” I coughed, spluttering and rasping from the effort.
“Learned to… get satisfaction without… touch.”
He frowned. “You learned to orgasm without physical stimulation.”
“Sure did.” I grinned. “So, thanks… this was an… absolute pleasure.”
He stared at me for several moments, unblinking, his fists clenching and unclenching.
And then his eyes flamed.
He called the vampire, his features twisting.
His fangs dropped.
And then he reached up and tore the chains clean from the ceiling with one massive burst of strength.
In a split second, he had me on my back on his bed with him pinning me down, his knees bearing down on my thighs, one hand clamping my wrists wrenched above my head.
“You think you’ve found a way out?” he hissed at me. “There is no alternative to me! I am it for you! And you’re going to experience that full force right now!”
“What are you—”
He clamped his hand down over my mouth. “Silence. The only sounds I’ll allow are your sobs and whimpers of pain. For now that’s all you’ll feel. Only then will we move to screams of pleasure.”
I bucked against him, but it was completely futile in my massively weakened state.
“Ah, yes, grind that pretty cock against me.”
I shook my head from side to side as he shoved his knee between my thighs, pushing against my cock.
“Hmm… seems you need a moment. Or several. You are indeed spent after all of that. No pleasure possible for you during these first few times together, then. No matter. It will teach you to appreciate what it could be if you’d forgo your unbelievably frustrating and foolish stubbornness.”
He shifted, pulling his hand from my mouth, but then he wrenched my hands over my mouth and covered them with his.
Then he reached down and ripped open his pants.
Or started to.
Halfway through he suddenly stilled, sensing something.
A sinister smirk spread across his face.
And then he swung his head and uttered with an aroused pant, “Daddy’s home.”
In the next second, I felt that familiar sensation.
And then a blur whipped around the room.
A moment later, Victor was ripped right off me.
I heard a thud and strained to see him with his face through the wall, a hooded figure clad in all black, just as much of a powerhouse, standing before him.
“Dad,” I breathed.
I saw him tense, the one sign he was letting show in the midst of battle that I’d affected him, that he’d registered me. After being in combat with him before, I knew how big a deal that was for him.
Red magic swept over me, then I startled as I found myself clothed and also no longer sticky. I looked down as I fought to push myself toward the foot of the bed to see that I was in my black tactical pants and my tank, even my motorcycle jacket over the top, my boots on.
I smiled. Sylas.
He’d covered me all the way. He got it. He always fucking got it—got me.
I couldn’t see him anywhere, though.
But then I felt a mammoth surge of power—his that I most definitely could clock by now—throughout the entire building. Screams and roars sounded in its wake.
A gasp escaped me as I heard a wolf roar in the distance.
Mom!
She was here too!
I couldn’t… I couldn’t believe it.
My gaze darted to the open door and then I even saw her bounding by with a vampire clamped in her jaw, in full wolf form, that auburn fur and her massive form similar to mine when I wolfed out unmistakable to me.
I managed to get to the foot of the bed, then I pushed off, my boots touching the floor. I had to slap my hand down to the bed itself to steady myself, though.
Victor caught my eye as he pushed through the partially destroyed wall, then snarled at my dad, before lunging at him in a burst of speed I could barely register in my current state.
But my dad did.
He slammed his hand forward and Victor went crashing through the wall—and another.
And another.
And even another after that.
“Contain him, Cas!” Sylas’ voice thundered in the distance. “No one leaves here alive!”
“Least of all him!” I heard Cassius reply, the sound sending a thrill through me.
I jolted as my dad suddenly burst in front of me.
In another whirr of speed, he was holding a bottle out to me full of what looked like blood, but was also glowing with a translucent film.
“Sustenance fused with the antidote to the holy water coursing through your veins.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, as I took it after he sweetly screwed off the top for me.
I started gulping it down the moment the first drop of blood touched my tongue.
Fresh blood. Not from a blood bag.
He’d had a feeder fill this up very recently, so it was as close to feeding from the vein without being able to take the time to do so right now.
He stroked my hair as I drank, feeling that chill permeating my veins easing off, a warmth taking its place as it killed the holy water, and the blood itself also rejuvenated me.
“I’m so very sorry, Lazriel.”
I came up for air. “Not your fault, Dad. Thanks… for coming for me.”
As I smiled, then gulped down the rest, he told me, “I’d do nothing less for you.”
A sarcastic slow clap sounded and I looked out to see Victor climbing through the broken walls. “So very close to actually being believable, revered sire of mine. You truly are a master manipulator. Or, is it calculating puppet master these days?”
My dad didn’t even flinch, or acknowledge Victor’s words at all.
Instead, he smiled at me and laid his hand on my shoulder. “Sit this out. You may be starting to feel better, but you also require time—sleep and further feeds.”
“Stop!” Victor roared. “Don’t pretend to parent him! To have any true affection for him! You were never capable of that, you can’t be now! And he knows it! You didn’t even tell him your true name.”
My dad did react then.
His gaze flicked to mine. “Information is not always power or connection. It is danger, my son.” He stroked my hair again. “Do you understand me, Lazriel?”
“I do.”
Victor sneered. “I already told him!”
I saw my dad’s fists clench.
“Rhodric,” Victor bit out, as if he needed the extra emphasis.