Page 105 of Lord of the Lone Wolf
“Your resistance only makes my conquest sweeter,” Nasume purred, using his magic to force Kitsuki’s arms above his head, binding them to the black silk sheets with shadows that tightened until blood trickled from beneath them. “Fight me. Hate me. It feeds my desire for you.”
“We will tear you apart for this,” Kitsuki’s dragon promised, silver fire erupting along his arms only to be smothered by waves of green-tinted darkness. He bucked hard, but Nasume maintained his position.
“Keep struggling. I want to feel every inch of you fighting me before you submit.” Additional shadow restraints materialized across Kitsuki’s legs, spreading them wide beneath the wolf king. “After all these centuries of denial, you are finally beneath me.”
The wolf king’s shadowmancy stripped away Kitsuki’s armor piece by piece despite his continued struggles. The shadows slithered across Kitsuki’s body like ravenous serpents, tearing his tunic to shreds and exposing his bare chest to Nasume’s hungry gaze. Nasume moaned at the sight, running his hands over Kitsuki’s exposed skin with possessive greed, tracing his shifter markings with his claws.
“We will never submit to you,” Kitsuki’s dragon spat. “We would sooner tear out our own heart than give you a moment’s pleasure.”
Kitsuki’s defiance made Nasume shudder with perverse delight. His breathing grew shaky, his pupils dilated with a lust that had crossed into insanity. “I will carve my name into your very soul,” Nasume hissed, dragging corrupted claws down Kitsuki’s chest, leaving trails of black frost-burned flesh. “By the time I am finished with you, you will thank me for the privilege of having my cock inside you.”
The dragon king’s silver fire flared again in revulsion, burning through the shadow restraints before Nasume smothered it with a crushing wave of necromantic power. The corrupted magic pressed down on him, stealing the breath from his lungs.
“You repulse us to our very core,” Kitsuki’s dragon gasped, blood trickling from his lip where he’d bitten it in his struggle. “There is nothing in this realm or any other that would make us want you.”
“And yet here you are,” Nasume replied, seizing Kitsuki’s jaw with bruising force, forcing him to meet his gaze. His other hand trailed lower, past Kitsuki’s navel, following the path of his shifter markings with invasive intimacy. “I only need your body to surrender. The rest will follow once I’ve broken you. And Iwillbreak you, Kitsuki. I will fuck you until my name is the only one you moan.”
The shadows constricted around Kitsuki’s wrists until his bones ground together. Nasume lowered his face to Kitsuki’s neck, sinking his teeth into the vulnerable flesh hard enough to draw blood, his tongue lapping at it with revolting eagerness. “And when I am done with you, when you are mine, I will hunt down my worthless bastard son and make you watch as I tear him apart piece by piece while you ride my cock and thank me.”
The vivid threat ignited Kitsuki’s dragon fury to new levels. “He is ours to protect. We will kill you before we let you touch him again.”
Nasume froze, his body going rigid above Kitsuki. He pulled back, his expression transforming from lust to a rage. “What did you say?” When Kitsuki didn’t respond, Nasume seized his throat, squeezing until Kitsuki’s vision darkened at the edges. “He is yours to protect? Yours tofuck?”
The wolf king’s face contorted with jealousy, spittle flying from his lips as he screamed. “All this time, your rejections, your coldness toward me, were because you are more interested in fucking my worthless son?”
“You are deranged,” Kitsuki’s dragon choked out, but Nasume was beyond sanity.
“You would choose that pathetic halfling over me?” Nasume roared, slamming Kitsuki’s head back against the headboard with enough force to crack the obsidian, making the dragon king’s vision swim. “Why would you take my bastard to your bed to humiliate me?”
When Kitsuki’s dragon remained silent, it pushed Nasume over the edge of sanity. “Then I will chain him at the foot of this bed so he can see me fuck you until you scream my name. And after I finish, I will make you watch as I kill him.”
Kitsuki’s dragon fought with renewed desperation, silver fire erupting across his skin in violent bursts that illuminated the chamber before being smothered. “We will destroy you first,” he promised, his voice carrying the weight of certainty despite his vulnerable position. “If you harm him, there will be no realm where you can hide from us.”
“Threaten me more,” Nasume demanded, his voice an unrecognizable guttural sound as he ground his erection against Kitsuki. His hands were everywhere at once. “Stop fighting it, Kitsuki. Accept what we both know is inevitable. You are mine.”
Kitsuki’s rage and disgust reached new heights, his dragon’s fire surging against the necromantic bonds in silver flashes that cracked the obsidian walls. But the corruption was too strong, the shadows too dense, reinforced by souls Nasume had not yet released.
As Nasume’s mouth descended to claim Kitsuki’s, the bedchamber door exploded inward, sending splinters of obsidian wood shooting across the room like deadly projectiles, stopping the wolf king short of his goal. A gust of fresh air swept through the fetid chamber, carrying the scent of sunlight and forest that cut through the revolting stench of decay.
Maseo.
Kitsuki’s reaction was immediate and complex, a storm of emotions washing across his face. Shame burned through him at being seen so vulnerable, so powerless beneath Nasume. Relief followed that Maseo had arrived before Nasume could complete his violation. Then came terror, fearing that Nasume would turn his rage on his son. A grim certainty settled in knowing that Kizoshi’s prophecy was unfolding before them, that Maseo would face his father in combat alone.
Nasume, however, interpreted Kitsuki’s expression through the lens of his own jealous obsession.
“You brought him with you?” Nasume screamed, backhanding Kitsuki, making his blood spray across the black silk sheets. “You dare to insult me by bringinghim?”
Nasume reinforced the shadow bonds holding Kitsuki, adding layers of necromantic energy that pinned him in place with crushing force. “Stay there and watch like a good boy,” he commanded, rising from the bed, shadows swirling around him in violent tornadoes as he turned to face his son, his arousal still present. “Watch as I destroy the whore who stole you from me.”
Maseo responded by drawing his sword and holding it against his advancing father. Despite his captivity, Kitsuki felt pride that the half-wolf shifter’s blade didn’t waver.
“I should have killed you in your crib,” Nasume snarled at Maseo, shadows gathering around his hands. “I should have strangled you the moment you drew your first breath. But I will enjoy making your precious dragon king watch as I erase you from existence before I use your blood to ease my way into his body and claim him as mine at long last.”
Chapter 35
Maseo
Fury ignited in Maseo’s chest, burning away all his fears. He kept his blade steady and his stance firm, refusing to cower before the monster he called his father. “You’ve tried to kill me before.” Maseo used contractions as a minor act of rebellion against his father’s strict rules about formal court language. “You failed then, and you’ll fail now.”
