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Calen’s POV

Karl’s weight lifted off me suddenly, and I gasped, dragging air into my lungs. My chest ached where it had been pressed against the floor. I didn’t move. Every muscle in my body had locked up, waiting for whatever came next.

“Get up.”

His voice came from somewhere above me, still rough but more controlled now. I pushed myself onto my hands and knees, my arms shaking. When I finally looked up, Karl was sitting on one of the wooden benches that lined the locker room, leaning back like he owned the entire world. His eyes were still that unnatural gold, but the wildness from before had settled into something colder and calculating.

He looked like a king on a throne.

“Come here,” he said.

It wasn’t a request.

My legs barely held me as I stood. Every instinct screamed at me to run, fight, or  do anything except walk toward him. But I did it anyway. One foot in front of the other until I was standing directly in front of him, close enough to feel the heat still radiating from his skin.

Karl’s gaze traveled over me slowly. Then his lips curved into something that might have been a smile if it weren’t so sharp.

“On your knees.”

My stomach twisted. “What?”

“You heard me.” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “On… your… knees.”

I hesitated, and his eyes flashed. The air between us grew heavier, and suffocating. This wasn’t a negotiation. This was a test… one I couldn’t afford to fail.

I sank down onto the cold tile floor.

Karl spread his legs slightly, making space for me between them. My face burned with humiliation, fear, and with something else I didn’t want to name. He reached out and caught my chin, tilting my face up so I had to meet his eyes.

“You’re going to do exactly what I tell you,” he said softly. “Understand?”

I couldn’t find my voice, so I nodded.

“Good.” His thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I flinched. “Now satisfy me.”

The command hung in the air between us. I knew what he meant and what he wanted. My hands trembled as I reached for him, and I hated myself for it… for the weakness, the compliance, and the fact that some small, twisted part of me was responding to the power rolling off him in waves.

I did what he asked.

My fingers fumbled at first, clumsy and uncertain, but Karl didn’t rush me. He watched, patient and predatory, while I unzipped his trouser. When I finally leaned in and took his cock into my mouth, his sharp inhale cut through the silence.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

The sound sent a jolt through me. I didn’t know what I’d expected… cruelty, or indifference… but not that. Not the raw edge of pleasure in his voice, unguarded and real. It did something to me. Made something hot coil low in my stomach even though I didn’t want it to.

I focused on the task, trying to shut out everything else. The taste of him. The heat. The way his breathing had gone ragged above me. But I couldn’t ignore it or the sounds he made… low growls that vibrated in his chest, quiet curses that slipped past his control.

And I couldn’t ignore what was happening to my own body.

I was hard. I could feel my cock rising slowly. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, and shame flooded through me so intense I almost pulled away. How could I be responding to this? To this monster? To being on my knees on the locker room floor, terrified and trapped and…

“Calen.”

My name in his mouth sounded like a prayer and a threat all at once.

His hand tangled in my hair, not pulling but holding, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. I could feel the tension building in his body, the way his thighs had gone rigid on either side of me. His breathing came faster now, less controlled.

Then he moved.

Karl pulled me off him with a sharp tug and hauled me up onto his lap in one fluid motion. I barely had time to understand what was happening before he was kissing me… if you could call it that. It was all teeth and hunger, claiming and consuming. His hands were everywhere, stripping away my clothes, and I couldn’t think, breathe, or do anything except hold on.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled against my mouth.

I didn’t.

He positioned me above him, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. Then he pulled me up, and I cried out as he thrust his cock into me. The pain was sharp and immediate, stealing my breath, but Karl didn’t slow, or give me time to adjust. He just took, his grip unforgiving as he set a brutal pace.

“Karl…” I gasped, not sure if I was begging him to stop or to keep going.

He buried his face against my neck, and I felt him inhale deeply again, the same way he had before. His lips brushed my weak point, and every nerve in my body lit up with warning.

“You smell so fucking good,” he muttered, almost to himself as he thrust deeper into me. “I feel like eating you up.”

The word should have terrified me. Instead, it sent heat racing down my spine.

Karl’s rhythm became faster, harder, more desperate. One hand slid up to cup the back of my head while the other kept me pinned against him. His mouth opened against my throat, and I felt the sharp press of his canines.

“Don’t…” I started, but the word dissolved into a moan as he bit down.

Not hard enough to break skin. Just enough to mark.

The pressure was exquisite and terrible, and my body arched into it without permission. Karl made a sound deep in his chest… satisfaction, possession, triumph… and the vibration of it traveled straight through me. His teeth stayed locked on my neck as he thrust into me one last time, and I felt the exact moment his cum melted inside of me, felt the way his whole body went rigid before the tension shattered.

He pulled his mouth away slowly, his tongue dragging across the mark he’d left behind. I shuddered, overwhelmed and undone, my own release hitting me so hard I saw stars.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, tangled together on the bench. My neck throbbed where he’d bitten me. I could feel it pulsing in time with my heartbeat, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

Karl’s hand was still in my hair, gentler now but no less possessive. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough and spent.

“That was…”

He trailed off, and I waited for him to finish. To say something that would make sense of this. But he didn’t.

Instead, he pulled back just enough to look at me. The gold in his eyes had faded slightly, more amber now than molten. Almost human.

His thumb traced the mark on my neck, and I winced.

“Pretty,” he murmured. Then his expression hardened. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

Karl’s hand moved from my hair to wrap around my throat… not squeezing. A reminder of how fragile I was. How easily he could break me.

“It means you’re mine now,” he said quietly. “And if you breathe a word of this to anyone… if you tell them what I am, what we did, anything… I will find you.”

His grip tightened just slightly.

“And I will drain every last drop of blood from your body until there’s nothing left.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​