Page 53 of You Will Obey

I knew Elijah was alive, but it would take him a few minutes to heal from such an injury. I hated that I couldn’t do anything, that Théoden had rendered me useless. I felt like that ineffectual ten-year-old boy all over again and I just wanted to rip him to shreds. I didn’t think I'd ever feel that vulnerable, but here I was.

Théoden leaned forward, close to my ear. “I’m going to give you a choice where I’ll place this brand if you cease this futile resistance.”

“Don’t… do it, I’ll… honor the… alliance,” I said with great effort. “Can’t… breathe.”

“That ship, as they say, has sailed. You will be under my control, Deacon. If you won’t tell me where to put it, I’ll simply brand your ass,” Théoden said, then he raised up my bathrobe and I felt the cool air of my office hit my skin. “Well, what a beautiful ass you have, Alpha.”

“No! Please… I swear,” I begged. I couldn’t bear a vampire’s brand on my body, my pack would challenge me, I’d lose their respect.

“On the bottom of your foot?” Théoden suggested.

“No… brand. I’ll… honor… it,” I swore.

“Ass cheek it is.”

I felt the heat of whatever it was get closer to my skin and again, I tried to get away, but I couldn’t. I growled as the heat of the brand singed my flesh and I felt something shoot through my entire being like a jolt of sexual lightning, which was the best way I could describe it. Through the pain, my cock grew hard instantly and I felt my body heat up so intensely that sweat poured from my pores. I was hot and horny, and I whined from indescribable need.

“Yesss, that is a pretty brand, Deacon. You’re mine now. And if you don’t want to suffer the most intense sexual need you’ve ever experienced with no means of getting relief, you’ll have your fucking wolves in New Haven within the hour,” Théoden said, then he released his hold over me.

I drew in a deep breath and moaned as I shuddered from the pleasure. “Please… fuck me,” I moaned and I reached down, grabbing my cock.

I was so out of it with lust, I thought I heard Théoden laugh, but I couldn't be sure. I just wanted to be fucked and fucked for hours until I couldn’t cum any more. I stood up and turned around, the heat level in my body still going strong, and I removed my robe and threw myself at Théoden, kissing him.

“Fuck me,” I growled and bit his bottom lip.

He hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he slammed me back onto my desk. “You want my cock, little wolf?” he asked, then licked my neck.

“Please…” I couldn’t think straight, I just wanted to cum so badly it hurt. I reached down between us and tried to undo his pants, but he stopped me.

“Deacon!” I heard Elijah call my name, but it didn’t matter.

“Fuck me!” I yelled at Théoden.

“No, I want you to experience what a dragon’s power can do to you. Suffer, Deacon,” Théoden said, then he pulled away from me.

I whined and tried to tighten my legs around him, but he pried them off with ease, he was that strong.

“What did you do to him?” I think Elijah asked.

“Gave him perspective and incentive,” Théoden said.

I sat up and turned around, grabbing Elijah, and kissed him. “Fuck me,” I begged and began ripping off his bathrobe.

“I won’t allow him to cum, so you’ll just be making his suffering more intense if you give him what he’s begging for,” Théoden said.

“Make it stop,” Elijah begged.

I climbed over the desk and pushed him to the floor. Unlike Théoden, he couldn’t resist me. Couldn't deny me.

“Deacon, stop!” Elijah cried out as he tried to push me back.

I batted his fists away and forced his legs open and before I could slide my cock inside of him, the insatiable sensation that had me in its grip went away, leaving me breathless and weak. I collapsed on top of Elijah, moaning and shivering.

“Jesus Christ,” Elijah gasped, then pushed me off him.

I turned my head to him and watched as he covered himself back up with his bathrobe. My heart was tight inside my chest because I felt so much rage and shame. I never wanted to treat Elijah that way. We were so past the days when I’d taken him however I wanted. I hated what just happened and I didn’t appreciate having a fucking dragon brand on my flesh. I looked at Théoden and he was sitting on my sofa, one leg crossed over the other and a smirk on his face.

“I didn’t want to have to do that to you, Deacon, but you left me no choice,” he said.