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With his other hand, Thorne stroked Haven’s hair as one might a suckling babe. “That’s it, lover. Take as much as you need.”
Cy couldn’t look away. And with his chain tightly hooked behind him, he couldn’t move, could barely think. The stretch of Haven’s lips, the way his fingers dug into Thorne’s flesh, the low, hungry sounds of pleasure he emitted: it was all too lovely, too riveting. Faintly, he detected Thorne’s eyes on him.
Finally, Haven pulled away, panting. Cy watched as Thorne stroked his cheeks and his lips, the touch so loving and adoring. “Darling,” he whispered. “You’re so hard.” His hand moved between Haven’s legs to fondle an obvious erection beneath the fabric. Haven whimpered, trembling, but Thorne persisted, pushing his legs open and beginning to unbutton his trousers.
“Master…” Haven attempted.
Thorne silenced him by taking his lips in a harsh kiss.
Cy sat frozen, unable to do anything but watch as Thorne slipped his hand inside Haven’s waistband and withdrew his weeping cock, toying with the slit.
“Let me take care of you, Haven,” Thorne implored.
Haven’s eyes connected with Cy’s. “Please, Master. Not here. Not with...him here…”
Thorne chuckled, glancing at Cy while continuing to work Haven without mercy. “But our pet seems to like watching, my darling. Humans are voyeurs by nature. They find us beautiful. Look at him, love. He can’t turn away.”
Haven sputtered, teetering between succumbing to pleasure and withdrawing entirely. But as Thorne moved in and sank his teeth into the crook of Haven’s neck, his eyes slid closed, and his mouth opened in a silent cry.
Thorne reached out to force the human pet from the bed before sliding Haven back against the mattress, slashing at his fine clothes until they were in ribbons and Haven’s chest was completely bare.
Cy couldn’t tear his eyes away as Thorne rubbed his thumbs over Haven’s peaked nipples, then brought his mouth over one, sucking the entire pink bud into his mouth. A dribble of blood ran down Haven’s side as Thorne’s fangs pierced that delicate flesh, and the slighter vampyre arched his back, crying out in pleasure and pain.
Cy was rock hard. Damn stupid cock. How dare it betray him like this? Stubbornly, he ignored it. But he couldn’t ignore the scene before him.
Once Thorne had had his fill, he forced Haven to his stomach, ass in the air. Without decorum, he shoved Haven’s pants around his knees, revealing perfect milky white skin. And then, after unbuttoning himself, Thorne pushed inside without preparation, shoving Haven forward with a strangled yelp.
Cy gasped. Thorne was hurting him. There was no way the penetration wasn’t hurting him. Cy began to get to his feet, his swollen shaft forgotten, only to stop in his tracks when he saw Haven’s face. He was panting, mouth gaping open in obvious pleasure as he pulled at his own cock, keeping time with the thrusting of Thorne’s hips.
Amidst the fevered ramming of his hips into Haven’s ass, Thorne turned to meet Cy’s eyes. Cy found himself held captive in that startling red glare. He stumbled back to his knees, unable to move. All he could do was watch as Thorne took Haven mercilessly, pounding into him over and over again with such force, Cy feared that delicate body would break in front of him.
Why did he care? Let Thorne break Haven. One less vampyre in this world.
Eventually, it ended. Thorne pulled out as blood dribbled down Haven’s trembling thighs, evidence of his rough usage. Before standing and pulling away entirely, the dark-haired vampyre grasped Haven’s hips and lapped at the blood, cleaning it away with his tongue.
Shaking, Haven found his feet as Thorne moved to grab a long black robe and slip it over Haven’s slender shoulders. Grinning, he nipped playfully at Haven’s neck.
Haven stared at the ground, despondent. He wouldn’t look at Cy.
Thorne strode to the human pet lying unmoving beside the bed and hauled him back to the mattress, grip tight in his hair. “Come feed with me, lover. You’ve exhausted yourself, and he’s close to death anyway. He likely wouldn’t survive even if we left him. Might as well make use of the blood while it’s still warm.”
The human began speaking in a language Cy didn’t understand, reaching out to Thorne with desperate hands. They wove through his long dark hair as cloudy eyes gazed up, unfocused. “Mon dieu, mon dieu. Mon dieu, si beau. Si, si beau.”
Thorne scooped the man into his arms, baring his chest, and his languid neck as his head lolled back. “Take him,” he urged Haven. “Do as I command.”
Haven leaned in and clasped his lips over the man’s neck as Thorne took the man’s exposed thigh. The man’s cock hardened as the blood drained from his body. He moaned, taking himself in hand, tugging himself to orgasm. Moments later, his body stilled. Dead.
Cy felt sick, a wave of nausea curling in his stomach as Thorne shoved the body off the bed onto the floor, where it landed in a slump of flesh.
Haven brought his hand to his lips, wiping at them to remove the stain of red. He was trembling. Thorne slipped his fingers beneath Haven’s chin. “There now. Don’t you feel so much better? Sated? You see, I told you I know what you need.”
Haven nodded silently as Thorne’s attention focused on Cy once more. “Now, what shall we do with our new pet? If you don’t want him...shall we auction him off?”
“No!” Haven blurted. Cy’s eyes darted to him, to the pinched expression on his handsome face. The blond vampyre swallowed under the scrutiny, shaking his head. “No, I...I’ll take him.”
Thorne raised a brow. “Oh, you’ve changed your mind, then?”
“He was meant as a gift to you, Master. If you auction him, the others will sink their claws in. I want to keep him for you in case you change your mind.”
