Boy Rayne's taste was still in her mouth, the thick... surprisingly sweet warmth sliding down her throat as she stared wide-eyed at Master Lucien. Boy Rayne had slipped from her grasp, dived to the floor, and had fled... again.
She had no time to feel disappointed at his continued fear of her. Master Lucien rolled over, his legs entangling within the satin sheets as he tried to leave the bed. He fell to the floor with a grunt.
Rayne watched, her mouth gaping, as he gripped a chest of drawers near the round bed and hauled himself up, a confused scowl firmly planted on his beautiful face.
Getting his feet beneath him, he rose like a lurid, sinful god. Temptation incarnate. Completely naked. His hair was a tangled mess over his face, multifaceted gold cascading over lean rippling muscles, the contrast beguiling. His chest heaved with every breath as he clumsily reached for a black bottle. Using a rough hand to push back his hair, he tipped his head back, wrapped his lush lips around the opening to the bottle, and began gulping deeply.
Rayne nibbled her lower lip, wondering what was in that ominous looking, black bottle. It had a grinning skull with cross bones emblazoned on it.
Master gave a little choked cough and grimaced, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Licking his lips, he turned his head and pinned her in place with the weight of his ice-blue stare.
He looked different. His eyes had a slightly reddish tinge surrounding the pale-pale blue, and he wavered a bit on his feet.
"Fuck," he hissed looking back into the other room before frowning back at her.
He looked down at his glistening cock... still wet from her saliva... and some of Boy Rayne's cum.
His lips parted, eyes widening as he swiped at the pale pink fluid with one finger. He stared at it confused.
Rayne felt her face heat. What if Master Lucien did not want her to pleasure others. But she was a slave—an un-owned one. She had no collar of ownership.
"Master," she whispered, longing filling her. If only he would accept her as his personal slave. She wanted to belong to him... ever since he'd awakened her with a kiss on Arboria.
He was still rubbing Boy Rayne's cum between his fingers looking confused. Did he not know what it was?
He looked at her, his brows pinched over his nose just before his mouth and jaw popped open with a gasp.
Rayne gave a little yip of surprise when he practically flew across the wide round bed to grip her arms tight. He hauled her up against him with one arm as he swiped at the corner of her mouth with the fingers of his other hand. Apparently, she had a droplet of semen there too.
"What were you doing? Did you get sick, baby? Did... did Boy do something to you?" His eyes darkened momentarily and his lips pulled into a hardened line.
Rayne bit her lower lip. "Sir, no, sir. I..."
When she didn't say anything else, his scowl intensified. "You what?"
She felt her cheeks burn. "I just wanted to please you, Master... and Boy." His face became blank, though his eyes, the color of a winter storm, bore into hers. Rayne took a deep breath. "He was tasting me..." Master Lucien flinched. A ghost of emotion flickered in those mesmerizing eyes... but what? Pain? Arousal? Anger?
"Go on," he said, tone devoid of any feeling, as if he'd closed himself off.
Why?
"He... I think he liked how I tasted, and then he tasted you—"
Rayne's heart slammed into her throat. Master Lucien's face filled with rage. So much rage.
She curled into a ball, whimpering, when he let her go, fully expecting him to beat her into a bloody pulp.
She wasn't sure what she'd done wrong, but she would learn her lesson and never do it again.
A loud crash in the next room followed by a feral snarl had her snapping her head up again.
Oh-no. Master was going to punish Boy Rayne.
The Merulian had put its mouth on his cock. Lucien stormed into the living room, tossing aside a table and lamp before leaping over the rounded seating area.
So great was his rage, the thought that he'd been touched while unconscious by some-thing with a cock blinding him.
How many times... how many fucking times had he awakened to find his swollen shaft being devoured by Malvano or one of his disgusting friends, hands and feet tied. They'd taunt him, pump his cock before shoving their fingers up his ass and force him to...
He was almost upon the battle pet, hands itching to wrap around its slender throat, when a flash of silken black knocked him to the ground.
Electric blue eyes registered before Lucien landed a punch to Devon's face. His fury ratcheted higher.
Devon did not remain docile this time, and answered Lucien's right hook with one of his own.
Luke felt the inside of his cheek split. He gripped his twin's throat, needing to throttle him as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Devon broke Lucien's hold with his forearm, just before slamming his forehead into Lucien's nose.
Stars burst before his eyes as he heard the bone crunch and heat bathe his mouth and throat.
Reeling from pain, he opened his mouth... and sank his fangs into Devon's meaty forearm.
His brother howled, giving Luke intense satisfaction. Short-lived satisfaction, however, because he began to gag on the bitter taste of Devon's demon blood.
A swift knee to his balls had Lucien rolling over in agony, finally releasing Devon.
Damn. When had the stupid fuck learned to fight dirty?
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" his brother panted.
Lucien could only moan, curling into a tight ball waiting for the excruciating pain to subside. He was sure his balls were lodged up somewhere in his throat.
Someone was sobbing and clutching at him, covering his face with tears and kisses.
"Master," Rayne wailed. "Oh, my poor beautiful Master."
She was yanked away.
"Don't touch that sorry piece of shit," Devon snarled.
Lucien began to pant and looked to the side. The sight of Devon with his arms wrapped around his girl had him seeing red.
Fuck—my girl? He closed his eyes. He'd been hit in the head and his jewels had been kneed into his gut. He was temporarily insane. Yeah. That was it. Had to be.
He looked at Devon again, noting that one eye was swollen, the corner of his lip busted open, and a chunk of meat almost ripped off his forearm.
Lucien grinned up at him from the floor, almost laughed at the sight of the damage he'd done to that pretty face, but then sobered.
Boy.
Oh-god... Boy.
He'd wanted to hurt him. He'd really lost his mind. Not Boy's fault. The memories. Those horrid memories Lucien tried to keep locked in the darkest recesses of his mind. All those inner demons had sprung loose, blinded him, made him see black, made him crave to kill.
Lucien grimaced as he rolled over onto hands and knees, his gaze searching for the battle pet. He stopped cold when the sight of the open doorway to his quarters arrested his attention.
With a pained whimper, he closed his eyes, letting his power out.
Devon was trying to soothe Rayne's hysterical crying, but Lucien blocked them out of his thoughts.
Cold metal and humming wires filled with scorching power lashed through him. His power continued to flow out... searching. There were many scents and tastes, male, female. Lucien fought the urge to throw up with every feel of male essence he had to traverse in order to find...
"Boy," he whispered when he finally tasted the slightly salty-sweet flavor of the battle pet's spirit.
Terror sent a spike of adrenaline through him, making Lucien's back arch as he gasped, pressing his bloodied face into the white carpet surrounding his seating area. The terror wasn't Lucien's. It belonged to the battle pet.
Terror, heartbreak... heartbreak?
Boy Rayne raced... raced down flights of stairs, sometimes tripping, falling. Pain shot up Lucien's legs, radiating from his knees as he felt everything Boy Rayne felt.
More than anything, he wanted to teleport to him and... what? What would he do? What could he do?
He'd terrified the poor battle pet enough. Appearing before him might do more damage than good.
He saw Boy slam against the door in the stairwell and burst down the corridor leading to the envirolevel. The end of the corridor was blocked by a trio of reapers. They'd been laughing and talking amongst themselves until Boy skittered around the bend and slid to a stop before them.
Boy curled his hands into claws, taking a deep breath and letting out a feral roar that would put Seth's to shame. Spit dripped from his bared fangs as his chest rumbled in a continuous savage growl.
Lucien gasped at the fierce fury mingled with abject fear coiling through Boy Rayne. He would kill. Yes. He would attempt to kill the reapers blocking his path... and they knew it too.
Fierce and beautiful as he was, the battle pet was no match for a death angel... much less three.
Silver eyes went black in a blink as three pairs of jet-black wings began to spread behind the reapers backs.
Lucien did not think of the consequences when he teleported right over the reapers, taking them by surprise when his body dropped on them from above.
The envirolevel doors slid open as Boy Rayne scampered over them and disappeared through the foliage.
Blades pierced Lucien, three, sinking deep into his body before Devon ripped him from the midst of enraged death angels.
Lucien's blood gushed, covering the gleaming black floor in a river of crimson.
"No," Devon roared, gathering him in a crushing embrace.
Lucien wanted to resist his brother, but shock rushed through him, the edges of his vision turning white. The pain. God-the pain, it was as though the fires of Hell consumed his flesh. He tried to gasp for breath and couldn't., tried to exhale and blood gurgled in his throat instead.
The realization struck along with an irresistible urge to laugh hysterically. He was going to die. No one recovered after being run through by a death angel's sword.
