Kane's POV

The thick black strap suspended from the ceiling held my massive body in place no matter how I tried to wriggle around.

My ankles were tied to the left and right with strong straps.

After they injected me with a brown stuff which they didn't tell me what it was, I couldn't feel my wolf since then, and I couldn't snap out of these restraints, but I could feel everything they were doing to me.

The ceiling light illuminated my naked and carved body.

With all the training I had in the pack house, who would have thought I would end up here?

My thick skin flushed along my painfully rigid length and heavy balls, with four pairs of red eyes looking deep into my soul.

“I hate you all,” I spat angrily, remembering how my wolf cowered in their presence and refused to talk to me.

They are just vampires. What's so special about them?

“No, you don't, darling. That is your ego speaking, and it is going to cost you more if you don't get rid of it,” Azrael said slowly, looking deep into my eyes with his crimson gaze.

Pre-cum leaked in thick, slow strings from the head of my cock, stretching toward the floor before dropping in slow plips.

Our scents mixed in the air, assaulting my nose and overwhelming my senses further.

Azrael, the eldest, stood close to me, his midnight-black hair and his framed face like an ancient Greek god, and his sweet, velvet voice wrapped around me like smoke.

Azrael dragged his thick finger in slow, maddening circles around the tip of my cock, pressing slightly into the small opening.

Buzzing waves clouded my vision, even as fury burned in my chest.

Azrael smirked, looking at my reaction to his touch. “You big, bad Alpha leaking on the floor like a desperate whore,” Azrael said, his chest rumbling softly, yet his grip on my cock was like an iron trap. “We waited for our fated mate for three hundred years, and the moment he meets us, he tries to poison us at a peace ceremony? Such a naughty traitor.”

“Clearly, I didn't ask the Moon Goddess for assholes like you guys. I waited for my mate too. Turns out it's just a bunch of jackasses,” I snarled through my teeth as my hips forced forward involuntarily despite the restraints.

Azrael took hold of warm oil from a nearby table and poured it over my throbbing length, making every stroke sleek and obscene.

“Get your fucking hands off me, you pale bloodsucker! I'll rip your throat out the second I shred these bloody—”

PAH!

I jolted the immediate second it touched my skin.

Viktor's leather crop hit my inner thigh, the area immediately blooming hot with a sharp sting radiating straight to my groin.

That was unexpected.

His scarred face, rumbling with steady menace, leaned close to mine, his breath smelling angrily of wine.

“You will do what, pup?” he growled slowly, his voice filled with amusement but laced with threat. “You plot to murder us, your mates, yet you are here completely unremorseful?”

“Yes, I don't regret it. I wish I could have done more than that. Guess the Moon Goddess really hates me, delivering me right into the mouth of the lions,” I spat, my fury twisting as I struggled to break free.

Vesper, the quiet one but by no means innocent, moved toward my left.

He seemed nice, and I could tolerate him more than the rest.

But that changed the moment he touched my cock and slid a cock ring around it.

The low buzz shot an electric sensation up my spine, making my length jerk up repeatedly.

He looked up at me; his eyes held no mercy, just possessiveness and an obsessive hunger.

I hated it, but at the same time, my body still wanted it.

He leaned closer to my ear, his breath fanning my skin. “You have been here for an hour, and you still think you are the feared Alpha?” he whispered, his voice smoky and dangerous. “You should give in and let us take care of you.”

I moved my head to the side to bite him, but he was too fast. “Fucking jackass!”

He moved aside a little and laughed. “Nobody is going to believe you anyway, even if you leave here untouched. So why resist?” he said, raising his palm and shrugging his shoulders while I tried to balance the pleasure and anger warring within me.

“Your hole is clenching on nothing. I can smell how badly it wants to be filled with our seed,” he added before backing away, holding eye contact with me until I felt it.

Sylas, the one with long dark curls, dragged a melting ice cube slowly down my spine. It made a thrilling stop right at my rim, and I froze immediately.

“Relax, pup,” Sylas groaned.

My breath hitched sharply as the ice burned against my entrance.

A strong, spicy scent flooded my senses as he circled my virgin heat.

“We smelled the liquid silver in your wine the instant we arrived,” Sylas murmured, his voice as smooth as warm honey.

My mouth was wide agape because they were not supposed to smell the liquid silver. The expert who my uncle recommended said it was scentless and I made sure of it.

"A peace ceremony with lurking assassins in the dark corners, ready to strike if we showed any sign of weakness?”

“Ah, we are harder to kill than you thought,” Azrael chimed in, laughing at my foolishness.

“Clever plan, pup. Try harder next time,” Viktor added.

My nostrils flared as I squeezed my fists tightly together, my nails biting hard into my palms.

That ceremony was supposed to be their end, but instead, it had sparked a new beginning I wasn't ready for.

“You bastards stood by and watched as my parents died!” I growled out, my voice hoarse. “You killed my parents, ruined my childhood, and forced a heavy crown onto a sixteen-year-old boy!”

Azrael's large hand wrapped around my throat immediately with controlled pressure, cutting off my breath for a second.

Meanwhile, his other hand stroked my oiled length, twisting his grip just enough to send fresh surges of sensation through my skin.

My jaw locked, but pleasure fogged my mind even as rage consumed me.

I was painfully oversensitive, but my Alpha blood refused to yield. I wouldn't let my dead parents down.

“I will never accept this bond or submit to you monsters. I am not an Omega you can easily control or manipulate,” I said between gritted teeth.

Sylas laughed softly as he slipped two lubed fingers past my rim, and I screamed, “Bloody hell!”

The stretch burned, but it brought an inexplicable wave of pleasure.

The intrusion hit every nerve in my body as Sylas curled his fingers against a spot I never even knew existed.

My vision whited out for a few seconds from the intense spike in stimulation.

“Still feisty,” Sylas purred, scissoring his fingers slowly inside me. "Good, we enjoy breaking the ones who think they are firm and unbreakable.”