Authors: Unknown
“Very nice,” the man said. “Load him up!”
Another shot and he was out. When Brandon
woke, again, he felt coldness on his back, and a bright light shined on his
face. He groaned, struggled to turn over to his side and sat up.
“Are you okay?” a faint, female voice called
out in the dark.
“Yeah, just peachy,” he answered, leaning
back against the cool bars.
“I’m sorry about that,” she said. “Didn’t
think he would make me do that in front of everyone.”
“You’re human,” he stated, shaking his
head to get rid of the effect of whatever the drug is.
“Half,” she said. “My father is shifter.”
“How’d you get messed up in this shit?” He
took a deep breath and once more was hit with her sweet scent.
“My father owed Charlie a lot of money
that he couldn’t pay back. So he took me as payment.” She rolled her eyes.
“Charlie Stentin is a very crooked shark. He has lots of money that he likes to
loan people so he can get stuff other than money back. He’s also impotent. On a
full moon he doesn’t have the normal erection but still has the burn of the
heat. The only way he can take care of the need is by watching others do it. My
father wasn’t able to pay Charlie what he owed him and instead of Charlie
taking what little of value we owned he took me instead. My father tried to
fight him, but Charlie had one of his men beat him up so he wouldn’t stop him
from taking me.”
“What’s your name?”
“Diana. What’s yours?”
“Brandon Michael.” He rubbed his face,
trying to shake the drug off as well as fight the itchy sensation of his heat.
“Kind of shitty for your father to let him just take you.”
“He didn’t have a choice.” Her voice
dropped and, instantly, Brandon picked up hurt from her. “It was either me or
my mother. He had to choose, and when he didn’t Charlie flipped a coin. I
lost.” She took a ragged breath and he could smell her tears. “Doesn’t really
matter anyway, their all dead.”
“What?”
“My father tried to stop him anyway and
Charlie had them shot. It was a statement for others to not screw him out of
money, or at least that is what he told me.”
Brandon didn’t know to say. He couldn’t
get over that this man, who bought him, was going to do lord only knows what to
him, had killed her family over money. Yet, in their world, that kind of shit
happened all the time. Hell, in the old days a father could kill a young male
for touching his daughter before a Gathering.
“So what does he want with me then?” he
asked.
“He likes to watch.” Her voice broke off
but he heard her anyway. “We are his entertainment.”
Brandon closed his eyes and suppressed the
groan. This is just what he didn’t need, not right now. “So what is he going to
do then on this damn red moon crap?” He strained to ask the question.
“Like I said, he enjoys watching.”
“Shit,” he said under his breath.
It’s rising!
“You’re, um, half right.”
“Yes.”
“Do you have the cycle?”
“Sometimes.”
“Shit,” he said again a bit louder.”
“What’s wrong?”
“This moon.” Brandon slowly stood up,
holding the bars, and shaking them to see how strong they were. Very. This
Charlie must’ve used himself as a tester to see if the cage would hold another
male. “We need to get out of here.”
“We can’t.”
“We will.”
* * * *
Charlie Salas sat behind his desk in his
small office in the dark, watching his two pets with a smile on his face. On
his computer webcam was a gentleman he hadn’t met face to face, but one that is
lining Charlie’s pockets very nicely. He didn’t know the guy’s name and didn’t
want to make things all that much safer.
“Are you sure you don’t want to watch?”
Charlie asked, turning in his leather seat to the man on the camera. As usual,
he couldn’t see the face. “It’s very interesting to watch a mating in the full
moon.”
“I’ll pass.”
“I heard about this fire that happened to
one of the new members,” Charlie went on. “That wasn’t your handy work was it?
I mean, I’d hate for our arrangement to get complicated.”
“It won’t.”
“Well, it will if you keep, um, how shall
I put it, oh I don’t know, kill the new order.”
“What I do on the side is of no concern to
you, Salas, or our business.”
Charlie swallowed hard. The detachment of
this man scared him. They only met on line like this, never in person, so
Charlie didn’t know if he was human or shifter. Human would be laughable, since
Charlie was so damn scared of him.
Clearing his throat, Charlie picked up the
paper. “I’m having a bit of trouble locating the name you gave me. If this one
is on to you hunting him then I’m sure its reason enough for him to go into
hiding or he could be dead.”
“He isn’t dead.”
“We’ll I keep looking but don’t hold your
breath. Now here is another name for you. I’ll email it and expect same
payment.” A smile and his mystery man logged off. “Always a pleasure.” Charlie
turned back to his pets and moaned low in pleasure. “Oh you two are going to be
so good to watch.”
He hated how life fucked him up. The only
way now for him to deal with the full moon was to watch others fuck through it.
Charlie sighed at the thought of how he was impotent only on the full moon. It
was strange really. He could have sex anytime he wanted, except when he needed
it the most. His heat came, but with it a very limp cock. The doctors couldn’t
explain the why of it. Strangely enough, he did find an outlet for his heat. He
could watch others and it gave him the release he needed.
Therefore, at the age of fifty, Charlie
Salas became a freak who watched others fuck in order to get off. It sickened
him to have to go through this just to get over the full moon. It also
depressed him some as well to know that he couldn’t be the one to enjoy Diana.
“It’s going to be a long red moon,” he sighed,
picking up the phone to call his men. “Move them to the room, and give Diana
the shot. I want her nice and hot for him tonight.”
* * * *
Brandon jumped when the men came into the
room, lights came on bright, blinding him, and they went right to Diana. She
moved back as they opened the door, but she didn’t have much room to back away.
One took hold of her, jerked her close and the other stuck her arm with
something. They then pulled her from the cage and took her out, leaving him
alone.
Adrenaline began to pound in his body with
the thought of what they might be doing to her. When they came back, a collar
and cuffs in their hands, Brandon braced himself knowing now this wasn’t the
time to fight. One of the men held a gun, or what looked like a gun. “On your
knees, facing away.”
Brandon slowly lowered himself down and
turned. They unlocked the cage, opened it, and instantly took hold of his arms.
One put the collar round his neck, locking it and the other stuck him in the
arm then put the cuffs around his wrists.
“Time to play and I do suggest you be a
good boy and give him a nice show.” A hard yank and Brandon was once more up on
his feet being led from the cage like a dog on a leash.
Brandon was taken to a large room with a
setup like a bedroom, only he knew it wasn’t one. A large iron frame bed sat in
the middle of the room and all around on every wall were floor to ceiling
mirrors. No doubt, two-way mirrors, which meant their host was sitting behind
one of them, watching and jerking himself off.
He was taken to the bed, pushed down. He
couldn’t move, and lucky for him, the shit they just gave him had Brandon
feeling like his whole body weighed a ton. He couldn’t move, barely see, and
all of his shifter senses were shit.
Once he was in place, the men left and the
ceiling overhead opened up. A bright red full moon shined down on him, touching
his naked flesh. Brandon closed his eyes, turned his head, and arched as his
heat hit him hard like a punch in the gut. He growled the hunger to mate, to
fuck overwhelming him. He saw everything in red, felt the animal inside
surface, his human self had gone dormant.
At the far end, right straight across from
the bed a door opened and someone shoved Diana inside, dressed in a sheer short
thin strap nightie that did nothing to cover her body. He saw everything on her
and his mouth watered to taste, and his cock pounded to life.
“You will fuck her,” a male voice came out
from overhead. Brandon tried to fight the animal long enough to make sense of
everything going on. He couldn’t. “Now take her, and make me proud.”
Chapter Two
Diana stood as far away from the bed as
she could and jumped when she heard Charlie’s voice. She knew he watched. This
was the reason he’d taken her and Brandon too. A show—a mating show, just for
Charles Salas.
She knew what the males were like on a
full moon and heard the stories about the red one, however, she never saw a
heated male this close before. Being a half breed, Diana didn’t have the
shifter cycles and her father always went out of town with her mother during
the full moon. Therefore, she never had the need for a safe house or the
protection. Her mother once told her that she had the human cycle and would
never feel the need to mate as a full shifter would.
Yet it didn’t feel like that right now.
Whatever the drug they stuck her with changed everything and she felt this
strange need coming, the need to push Brandon down and simply take him. It
wasn’t right. She never felt like this, ever!
What
did they do to me?
Closing her eyes,
she took a deep breath, opened them slowly, and looked at the male across from
her. This was her first real good look at him and he was without a doubt
mouthwatering.
Lean, fit, muscles everywhere and a cock
that she could clearly see throbbing for attention.
It has to be the drug! I can smell his heat!
Shaking her head,
trying to clean what she was feeling from her senses, but every time she took a
deep breath, she smelled him!
“I’m waiting,” Charlie sang out overhead.
Diana met Brandon’s eyes and mouthed,
I’m sorry
. He nodded back, scooted to
the end of the bed. She went to him, crawled up on his lap, and kissed him
deep. Brandon moaned into the kiss, his arms went around her body pressing her
tight to him.
Oh, it felt so damn good to be in his arms.
Too good and yet not enough. She needed to get closer, needed to still the burn
she felt below.
Reaching down between them, closing her
hand around his cock, Diana poised it at her entrance, still kissing Brandon
deeply. Slowly she lowered herself downward, whimpering at the stretching,
burning sensation his cock gave her.
One thing that Charlie did to her right
after he took her from her home was have her examined. Discovering her still
intact, he had the doctor break the hymen, saying he didn’t want it in the way
when the time came for her. She didn’t understand it then, but she did now.
Feeling Brandon stretch her, burn her, fill her up but not give her one small
amount of pain that she had heard about had her understanding it all. If it was
there, she would have to stop and Charlie didn’t want them to stop.
“Please,” she whispered against Brandon’s
lips, tears falling down her face. “Do it.”
With a deep growl, Brandon flipped them
over, bouncing her on the bed and moved within her. He took her hard, thrusting
his cock in and out fast, driving her to a pleasure she could only dream about.
She screamed when the first climax hit, and still he surged into her. His lips
moved down her chin to the throat then down to the shoulder. She gasped when he
nipped her, sucked, and nipped again.
Diana wrapped her legs around his hips,
felt a second quickly coming, and didn’t know what the hell to do. His one hand
went up her back into her hair, fisted the locks, and pulled her head to the
side. A sharp pain hit her shoulder the same second she felt him swell inside
her. The pain triggered a second orgasm, one that had her gasping to breathe,
nails digging into his back. Brandon growled against her shoulder thrust one
last time and stopped.
“More!” Charlie bellowed out, his voice
sounding strained.
Another growl by Brandon, and Diana found
herself flipped over and him once more thrusting into her from behind. She
cried out, pushed back against him, and took the power he gave.
Once more, he took her hard and fast, this
time it ended much, much quicker than the first. He yelled, swelled, pushed her
over once more, and then dropped on top of her, breathing hard.