Page 111 of Volatile Waters

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Ends of Sanity

For Whitney, for Wolf, I found courage in a place I never expected. I had to sacrifice my heart and ego for the sake of another. My miracle had arrived.

“No.” In the hallway, I held up my hand to the minions. “My father’s imagination has gotten the best of him. If you lay one finger on my claimed, I will kill you both, as I have the right to do.”

They stopped and retook the place flanking Father. Adrian, the same with me.

I glared at the man who’d spawned me. “Wolf is under my care. That is it. There are no affections. I will fuck him as you wish, but it will not be filmed.” There would be no proof this forced act ever took place, only in memories, maybe the last I would have of Wolf. I couldn’t imagine that he would continue to want to be with me after this upcoming humiliation. “Wolf, come to me.”

Naked, in more ways than one, Wolf bravely took a few steps to stand directly in front of me, shoulders proudly set back. Was he pleased with my decision, sacrificing his mental wellbeing for another? The answer was in his soul reading eyes.

And his lips…

My eyes slid shut when his mouth took possession of mine as if no one was watching. His tongue was the drug I needed to get an erection. If Father wanted proof that Wolf was becoming a fabulous lover for the client, he was about to get a show. My hands grasped under Wolf’s hair to take control of the kiss. My slave was more than willing to be dominated, arousing me further with his hungry hands on my hips. His fingers gripped as if trying to speak to me of all the forgiveness he was already offering.

Whitney would be safe.

As I guided Wolf’s body backward and into his room, I hoped Whitney would someday know of this sacrifice for her.

Still kissing me, Wolf unbuttoned my shirt while we headed for his bed—the place we knew so well, that was now to be invaded by prying eyes. Wolf bit my bottom lip as if understanding where my mind had drifted to. He wanted me focused only on him. I wanted this to already be over with, so I spun Wolf around and pushed his chest to the wall at the end of his bed, somewhat blocking the entrance so Father and his minions had to stay in the hallway. I unbuckled my pants and set my gun with a silencer on the mattress.

After my pants were pushed down around my hips and my erection was free, I stepped flush with Wolf’s back and pushed his hair aside to kiss his neck and lick his collar—a personal dig at my father. Wolf arched, enjoying my touch as I slipped my hand between him and the wall and took hold of his hardening dick. As seductively as I could with witnesses, I demanded, “Slave, I want you to stroke yourself like this.” I was sure to give a powerful tug along his length to spur his own arousal, so he was ready for the invasion I was about to get underway.

Stroking himself, Wolf started to pant as I spit into my palm. My other hand massaged his ass cheek, trying to offer kindness before fucking him in front of my father, who decided to stare at me as I slipped inside a man.

I groaned out my pleasure. Father’s nostrils flared.

I smiled before becoming too entranced with Wolf. Even with four sets of eyes watching me, I was getting lost in the sensation of fucking Wolf. Loving how he was sheathing me, I grunted, my bare chest rubbing up against his muscular back. Holding his hips, I surged and pumped, already so close to coming when I heard, “You are to fuck him, too.”

My eyes snapped to my father, and I growled, “Not happening.”

Father acted innocent of his evil ways. “What is it now, Yury? The client has every intention of sharing his treat.” He shrugged. “I merely need to see that this is an option.” His eyebrows wiggled. “I can always have Fire brought down to open your eyes to your options.”

Before I could respond, Wolf pushed me out of him and spun to face me. He stared at me as he guided me backward until the back of my calves touched his bed. He guided me to sit then lie back, my feet still on the ground. Wolf followed me down. His long hair sheltered us as he whispered, “Be with me while it happens.”

He meant mentally; I understood that, but I couldn’t allow this. “No.” On his hands and knees, his leash hanging between us, he was offering himself to whoever was to have him. “No.” I was panicking. My body broke out into a sweat of dread. “No.”

Father was now in Wolf’s room, standing at the wall to my side. “No to your slave being fucked by another, or to trading Fire? Am I to refund the client’s money and accept payment from you?”

The money wasn’t the issue. Father knew I was more than capable of paying the sum. He also knew I wanted to, but that left Whitney exposed. That’s when it dawned on me. This had nothing to do with our client, nor Wolf. Father wanted his curse to suffer. My claim on her was preventing him from snuffing out the past. That is why he was so willing to surrender his largest sale. At that tragic moment, I—Whitney’s abductor who had murdered two men she loved—was now her only saving grace. Link, the man she wanted so desperately, wasn’t the one to protect her this time.

From under Wolf, I hollered in frustration. I just yelled. I don’t think I had ever done that before. My fists wished to punch someone or something.

Then I stepped into the darkness…

Staring into the most magnificent grey eyes I would ever know, I said, “Adrian, you are the one to do it.” I had fucked so many slaves with him; I felt that gave me hope of surviving the sharing of one more. It would be the last. Something inside me was sure of it then, even when I had given my father’s new location up to my long-lost uncle.

Now, it was Father who was roaring, “Goddammit! Just give her to me! Ever since she was brought here, hell has been let loose! She needs to die!”

I didn’t reply. There was no need to. Wolf and I simply kept staring at each other as Adrian slowly moved behind my slave, solemnly unbuckling his pants. Grey eyes were locked to my blue ones as I reached up and began stroking his fading erection. I was thankful Adrian was moving so slowly. It gave me time to arouse the man I cherished above all others. The man who was helping me protect a girl I was indebted to. I owed her mother, too. She had been nothing but kind to me when I was forced into having sex, just as was Wolf now. Seafoam had helped me become erect so I could perform. If Wolf was going to be fucked, he was going to enjoy it.

Our eyes stayed locked as his mouth fell open, panting, and I started to expertly masturbate him. We stayed connected as I felt Adrian step between my legs. Wolf’s body moved forward slightly, as did his hanging leash, telling me Adrian had entered him. My eyes threatened to fill with tears as Wolf was fucked on top of me, but this was no time for emotions. It was now time for survival as Father stood there with a gun drawn, then pointed it at Wolf’s head.

Staring at the silencer, I froze. “What are you doing?”

Father’s eyes full of rage, he ignored me. “Adrian, soil him.” My hand left Wolf and blindly searched the mattress. “Touch that gun, son, and I will blow a bullet right through his head.” I stopped. I knew Father would do it. He looked as if at the end of any sanity he might have once possessed.