Page 8 of You Will Obey

I gestured to his erection. “You really should take care of that. An unattended hard cock is almost insulting. Must be the dragon in me, but don’t ignore your needs on my account.”

Donovan chuckled and nodded, then leaned over, grabbing the bottle of lube that was already on the bed. He squirted some directly onto his cock and slicked his flesh up with it. Next, he turned and climbed on top of his son. By the way Killian’s jaw tightened, I could tell that he didn’t enjoy my company, but I didn’t care. At least he was smart enough to keep his opinion to himself.

I watched as Donovan slid inside the asshole that belonged to him. Killian was his in every way, just as Donovan was mine. It didn’t matter that I’d released him from my House. He would always be my child, just as I was Ara’s. The bed’s springs squeaked with their motion and Killian’s head was thrown back as Donovan pumped quite vigorously in and out of him. They were loud, too, and I allowed myself to feed off of their pleasure. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with their moans and grunts. My child lasted twenty-three minutes before he pumped one last time, then shook and growled into the crook of Killian’s neck. His convulsions were intense and I watched as the muscles in his ass twitched and jiggled ever so slightly. Killian groaned as his body arched into Donovan, then stiffened and twitched as the scent of his cum filled the room. It was such a succulent aroma, it made my mouth water. What I’d experienced was quite beautiful, to watch two men reaching their orgasms. Of course, for Killian, it was the second I’d witnessed since walking in on them.

Donovan huffed and rolled off him and collapsed on the bed beside Killian. Both men lay there, breathing hard and basking in the afterglow. Another gorgeous sight. I allowed them their time to recuperate. Finally, Donovan sat up, reached into the drawer and pulled out a joint. He scooted to the edge of the bed and lit it with his dragon fire, then took a few puffs. He offered it to me and I took it, putting it to my lips and inhaling.

“Did you enjoy all of that, Father?” Donovan asked, his dark brown hair wet with sweat and matted a little to his forehead. He looked so perfect to me, my child.

The joint was high quality and I could taste the blood that was used in it to infuse the marijuana plant inside. I took another puff before handing it back to him. “Of course. So, tell me, how did you break him?”

Killian lifted his head off the bed and glared at me. “I’m not a fucking horse. He didn’t break me,” he snapped.

Donovan was quick to respond, jumping off the bed and advancing to deliver a strong backhand across Killian’s face. He reached down, grabbed a fist full of Killian’s red hair, and yanked his head back. Killian moaned from the strain Donovan had put on him, but he didn’t try to free himself. His eyes were wide and fearful as he stared into the fury of Donovan’s gaze.

“Never, and I do mean never, speak to your Prince, my Father and your Grandsire in that manner, do you understand me?” Donovan snarled, his eyes glowing red in his ire.

Killian swallowed hard, his nose was bleeding as the bones Donovan had shattered were healing, but he nodded. “I’m sorry, Sire.”

“Apologize like you have some training,” Donovan snapped, then released Killian’s hair with a hard shove.

Killian looked at the intense glare from Donovan, then back to me. “I’m sorry for my rudeness, my Prince. It won’t happen again.”

“It better not, or it won’t be your Sire whose punishment you’ll be receiving,” I warned.

“Yes, my Prince,” Killian said.

“Go clean yourself up, then go hunt. You will kill tonight,” Donovan said, then took another puff of his joint. Killian didn’t say anything as he climbed out of the bed, but before he could make his way into the bathroom, Donovan grabbed his arm. “Did you hear what I said?”

Killian nodded. “Yes, Sire.”

With another slap to his face and, no doubt, the Irishman’s pride, Donovan continued his lesson. “Then say so.”

Killian wiped the blood from his lip, looked at it, then back at his Sire. He took a deep breath, then released it. “I’m sorry, Father. I’ll get myself all freshened up, then go kill some poor son of a bitch who’s just trying to survive in the hellhole known as the Outskirts.”

Donovan’s glare intensified with more warning. “I don’t appreciate your tone or your attitude. You’re starting to piss me off.”

“I still find it hard to believe you were ever a priest, Sire,” Killian said.

I suppressed the urge to laugh, because Noel had really gone out of his way to pick the most cantankerous asshole he could find. Even after all this time, he was still challenging his Father.

Donovan took a puff of his joint. “Yeah, before I wised up.”

“Meaning?” Killian asked.

Donovan shook his head and laughed at Killian’s tight jawline. “You’re not ready for that conversation. Just know that I’m done with all that religious shit and it has nothing to do with me being a vampire. Been done with it for centuries. But hey…” He reached up, stroking Killian’s jaw. “I’ll be more than happy to put on my smock and you can confess all of your sins to me right before I baptize you in my holy blessing.” He laughed outright at his own kinky joke.

“You shouldn’t mock, Sire,” Killian said with a frown.

“Well, I’ve yet to be struck down for mocking. Now, Killian, we started our night off with some amazing orgasms. Don’t make me regret giving you pleasure instead of pain. You mouth off again and fuck with my high right now, I’ll make you pay.”

With that threat, I watched Killian’s strong muscles tense and his Adam’s apple bob with another hard swallow. “I’m sorry. I’m just frustrated and embarrassed, Sire.”

“Yeah, I know. And who’s fault is that?”

“Mine, Sire,” Killian replied.

“You’re fucking right it is.”

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