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20ALDRIC
This was exactlywhat I needed. An Omega going into her first frenzy and a half-mad Fae king who suddenly believed he possessed free will. As if every inch of him didn't belong to me now.
I dragged them both from the closet and up onto the deck. Jett moaned, still in the throes of ecstasy after my bite brought him back under my control.
Dawn, on the other hand, writhed and whimpered, rubbing herself against any part of me she could reach.
“Breed me,” she begged as she rubbed my cock. “I'm so empty. I need you.”
She then wedged a hand between her thighs, rubbing herself frantically while I continued dragging her across the deck.
“Goodbye.” I had the pleasure of watching her expression turn from one of mindless lust to confusion before I threw her overboard.
“No! Dawn!” Jett’s screams were high-pitched, hysterical.
So their connection was strong enough to break through his bite-addled state. He lunged for the ship’s railing, reaching out as if he could catch her, but it was too late for that. She hit the water with a splash, the sound quickly drowned out by that of his growing shrieks.
I pulled him closer, crushing his body to mine, and one bite silenced him again. He leaned into it, going limp in my arms. I pulled back and licked away the blood that oozed from the wound before growling in his ear. “You're coming to my cabin. Do not resist.”
He moaned something that sounded like agreement, docile again as I let him below deck and passed the closet where I'd found the two of them.
When we were alone, I threw him onto the narrow pile of cushions and blankets that I supposed were meant to pass for a bed. “You’ve proven I cannot trust you to behave yourself. You're going to stay close to me from now on.”
He clutched a cushion, holding it in front of him. “What do you expect? For that to keep you safe?” I tore it free and tossed it aside. “You've become even more pitiful than I imagined.”
He licked his lips, trembling and sweating, as his eyes widened full of confusion. “Dawn? Why?”
“Why?” I loomed over him, glorying in the way he shrank back. “You're suddenly of the belief you deserve to know why I do what I do? You are even further gone than I believed. Perhaps I'm wasting my time with you.”
“No, don't say that.” He allowed his head to fall back, exposing his bare throat to me, as if I would find it enticing.
“Your blood tastes like rubber to me now. It's only really good if it's taken unwillingly, or don't you remember that?” I ran a finger over his jaw, making him moan and whimper helplessly.
I was his king, his God, his master. And all it did was disgust me.
But he had his uses, after all. I could not allow myself to forget that. “My brother has bled you for far too long. Look what he's turned you into.”
“Theon?”
“You're barely capable of thought. Look at you. Look how far you've fallen.” I injected a note of sympathy in my voice, now running a hand over his head. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. “Yes, of course I meant Theon. He had no idea what he was doing to you. Too besotted with you to step back and view the situation through clear eyes. The more he's bled you, the deeper he's pulled you into his thrall. And the easier it was to control you.”
He blinked rapidly, shaking his head slightly before pulling away from my hand. “Theon. He is my husband. I know he loves me.”
“Perhaps he believes he does. But he is also a Synian. And every time his fangs pierced that white, milky skin of yours, and he drank from you, he drove you closer to madness. You're so close now, you can hardly see straight. Isn't that true?”
“No. No, when I was with Dawn—”
“You needn’t think of her anymore. She has other uses, and she is on her way to fulfill them as we speak.”
“You killed her.”
“Did I?” I couldn't help but laugh at his confusion, at the way he so obviously struggled to keep up. “You shouldn't trouble yourself. I have everything well in hand.”
It was almost touching, the hope that flared to life in those purple orbs of his. If I had a heart or the capacity for emotion, I might feel sorry for the fool. How easy it was to manipulate him.
“You mean she isn't dead? She survived?” he asked.
“As I said. Everything is well in hand.” His jaw tightened in aggravation at the way I danced around the question, and that pleased me. Controlling him gave me pleasure deeper than anything physical.
