Page 5 of You Will Obey

I nodded. “Yes, why?”

“You’re crying.”

I blinked and reached up, brushing the wetness of my tears from my eyes. “Bloody hell, I guess I am.” I wiped the tears away and smiled up at Elijah.

“Did you like it?” Eli asked, a look of concern still on his face.

“I did. My first orgasm with me bottoming, ever.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “These tears… are the last vestiges of the trauma I went through with Winston finally leaving me, baby. Nothing more.”

He leaned down, kissing me again. “Hopefully, this isn’t your last time bottoming.”

“No, not my last.” I brushed his curls back. “Are you happy with me, Eli?”

“The happiest I’ve ever been, Deacon. Even more now that you’ve shared all of this with me.”

“Good. We both needed this, but like I said, don’t get used to it.”

He laughed and pulled out of me. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I love your cock inside of me too much.” He looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Shit, we’re late for our meeting.”

I checked the time as well. “We’re the Alphas, they’ll wait and like it.”

He slapped my thigh. “Let’s get showered.”

And to think, I’d just had a shower before we had sex. I nodded and we climbed out of the bed to shower together. This time, we didn’t fool around because we were already twenty minutes behind for our meeting with the pack Beta-capos. It wasn’t anything serious, just monthly progress reports and expectations. Eli and I had turned about a hundred and seventy-seven wolves since the battle with Kendrick three months ago. I wanted to recruit more humans; our goal was five hundred by the end of the year.

Now that Eli and I were dressed, me in my suit and him in a pair of jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt, we left to take care of our business.

Chapter two

Théoden

“You’retelegraphingyourmoves,Deijon,” I said as I looked down at the young dragon soldier kneeling at my feet. He wiped blood from his nose, then sighed.

“You’re stronger and faster than me,” he whined.

I kicked him in his face, snapping his head back, and he fell on the floor with a groan. “Excuses for failure is something I will not tolerate.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled as he sat up. Now, his lip was busted and his nose was broken.

“Get up.” I stood waiting.

He didn’t bother to complain further, which was smart on his part. He’d already pissed me off enough during this training session. Once Deijon was on his feet, I attacked, giving him a barrage of punches and kicks, many hitting their mark. I landed a blow to his ribs and he dropped to one knee, gasping in pain. I kneed him in the face since he had left his defenses down. He fell out flat on the mat, knocked unconscious from the impact.

“Geez, I never thought I’d say I was happy to have been trained by Marco,” I heard Noel say to me from behind. “Hello, Father.”

I turned to see my child beaming at me, a beautiful representation of my legacy. Noel had come a long way since his days as a stubborn human rebel. Foolish as ever in his pursuits of the unattainable; his feeble attempts to overthrow the supes, vampires in particular.

“He needs to learn to properly defend himself. His offensive tactics have improved greatly, but it won’t matter if he can’t defend against a skilled attacker,” I said, then walked over to the cabinet, removing a hand towel and wiping away Deijon’s blood from my knuckles. The drop that was on my finger, I sucked between my lips because dragon blood was a delicacy to vampires. My sons, Marco and Bruce, would have licked the blood off their knuckles too, but that was just beyond uncouth for my tastes. “Why are you here?” I asked Noel.

“To give you reports,” Noel said, then he walked over, handing me a tablet.

I scrolled through the database he had gathered from his district, the number of new vampires that had been sired, disputes he had settled, and the monthly taxes he’d collected from every vampire master in District Three.

“This is great work. Now, about my target, any word on him yet?”

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