Page 18 of Come and Get Me
He growled as he looked up at me with those fierce blue-green eyes. I bet he’d have some more bullshit threats and declarations of hate to spew at me if I bothered to remove the ball gag. Well, that wasn’t about to happen. I watched as my butler, Thomas, managed to get Isiah’s erection down with the ice.
“His hand is set as best as I can set it, Sir,” Thomas told me.
I nodded, pleased with that information. “Once he’s been turned, his bones will heal nicely. My only worry is making sure his human body can survive the change.” When I said that, I saw Isiah’s eyes widen as fear took hold. I nodded. “Yes, my pet. That is the downside to choosing the wolf instead of the vampire. With a vampire, it’s guaranteed that you’ll be one of them after theyembraceyou. But where werewolves are concerned, their venom is so volatile, most humans don’t survive the bite from the Alpha. It’s also why Alphas are so particular about who they turn, because if they choose you, they are really hoping you live through the transition.”
“He’s pretty strong, Sir… I bet he’ll survive,” Thomas said in his attempt to give me comfort.
“He’s stubborn as fuck, so that might work in his favor,” I commented, then brushed the dark bangs from Isiah’s eyes. “Take him to room A.”
“Yes, Sir.” Thomas began to untie Isiah’s limbs.
“If you try to flee or attack my butler, I’ll break your other hand and tie you back to this table. You can piss and shit all over yourself and starve until your transformation. If you play nice, you can sleep in a warm bed, have great meals, and comfort. Your choice, but understand this, Isiah: You are mine and will be forever. Am I clear?”
He glared up at me with unbridled rage, but nodded.
“Good. Now, are you going to behave yourself?”
His nostrils flared in his anger, but again, he nodded.
“That’s a good pet.” I motioned for Thomas to untie the rest of his limbs, then I watched as he helped Isiah off the bondage table.
I followed behind them as they made their way upstairs to the second floor where Room A awaited. It was, no doubt, a damn site better than Isiah’s old home, but the room didn’t have any windows. Couldn’t have people trying to escape. And even if he tried, my blood brand on him would insure that there would be no place on this earth that I couldn’t find him. The downside to that was territory issues. I wouldn’t want him to escape into a territory I couldn’t get access to in order to retrieve him. On the other side of that, he’d be taking a risk himself by not being a citizen of that territory. He could be killed on sight or imprisoned for other uses.
Best he stayed here where he was safe.
Once Thomas ushered him into the room and locked the door, he returned to me. “Sir, do you have any more instructions for me?”
“Make sure he eats a good meal. Something so succulent, it’ll make him see what he’s been missing out on.”
Thomas nodded. “Yes, Sir. And the human in the dungeon you fed on, Sir?”
I chuckled. “Feed him, then make arrangements for the facility to claim him for a week’s training under my command.”
“Very good, Sir.” Thomas bowed his head and left to carry out my orders. My night wasn’t nearly over. Marcel was about to be delivered to Tylendel for punishment and possible retraining. I didn’t want to miss that show. I reached into my pocked and called my good friend and fellow dragon Knight. He picked up on the fourth ring. “Ty, did I interrupt something fun?” I asked the question because Tylendel was breathing very heavily over the phone.
“I just finished pumping another load into my pup’s hungry asshole. What’s up?”
“Did you get the message from the King about Marcel?”
“How did you know about that?” Ty asked.
“I was there with the King when he gave the order,” I said, remembering the sad blowjob the King had been disgraced with from the amateur mouth of Tor’zel.
“Ah, I see. Begging the King to let you have your toy?”
I laughed. “Fuck you, and yes.” This time, Ty laughed. “Well, anyway, I wanted to come by and watch you work over Marcel.”
“Want to learn some new tricks?”
“Please. I’m just curious to see if you have what it takes to tame one of your own.”
“Marcel will be put through the ringer for delivering an untrained dragon to our King. He won’t be lazy about performing a proper Rite of Passage again after I’m done with him. He should be here within the hour.”
“I’m on my way,” I said, not wanting to waste another second. “Oh, where are you?”
“At home.”
That was good. If Ty was at his club, The Interloper, it would take me two hours to get there. I didn’t want to miss a thing. “I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
