Chapter 5

The room was thick with steam and unspoken hunger as Cassian dried himself slowly, the rough towel clenched in his fist like a lifeline he was already losing. Water still clung to the hard ridges of his muscles, tracing sinful paths down his chest and abs before disappearing into the dark trail of V leading lower.

The twins didn’t leave.

They stood there in the doorway, bare chested and unblinking, their identical eyes devouring every inch of him with a patience that made Cassian feel like a prey..

“I’m done,” Cassian growled, voice rough. “Get the fuck out.”

Neither moved.

Orion tilted his head, a slow, dangerous smile ghosting his lips. “Are you?”

Cassian’s frown deepened. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Azriel stepped closer, the air between them crackling. His voice dropped low, velvet and venom. “You always rush… right after the fight leaves your body. Like you’re afraid of what you'll do to us....the things you body craves and your blood boils to fulfill.”

Cassian opened his mouth to snap back but something cracked inside his mind.

A dark, calm flooded his chest, drowning the anger, the resistance, the desperate need to stay in control. His grip on the towel loosened. His shoulders dropped. His cock twitched involuntarily beneath the damp fabric as a slow, wicked smile curved his lips, nothing like Cassian’s stoic expression. This one was sharp, taunting and cruel.

The twins didn’t bother. If anything, their bodies relaxed, cocks visibly hardening against the thin fabric of their thin pants as they watched the shift happen. Every part of their bodies excited at what would follow..

“There you are,” Orion purred, voice thick with relief and lust.

Cassian...no, not Cassian anymore, his other, lifted his gaze, eyes darker now, pupils blown wide with something ancient and hungry. “Took you long enough,” he drawled, voice smoother, deeper, dripping with mocking amusement. He let the towel drop completely, exposing his thick, half hard cock to their greedy stares.

Azriel moved in, close enough that his breath ghosted over the other man’s lips. “You disappeared without warning. Made him fight so hard.”

A lazy shrug. “He was being difficult. Clawing at the edges like a trapped animal.” He rolled his shoulders, letting the new presence settle deeper into Cassian’s powerful body, cock now fully hard and heavy between his thighs. “You should’ve pulled me out sooner. You let him suffer too long… made his cock leak from the struggle.”

Orion smirked, reaching down to palm himself openly. “We wanted to see how long your significant other would last before he broke.”

The entity wearing Cassian’s skin chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Not long at all. Pathetic, really.”

Deep inside, the real Cassian thrashed and screamed, trapped behind glass, forced to watch as his own body betrayed him, cock throbbing, nipples hardening, every nerve awake with unwanted, humiliating pleasure.

“You should be careful,” Azriel murmured, fingers brushing along the sharp line of his jaw before sliding down to grip his throat lightly. “At some point… he might not come back.”

The smile only deepened, dark. He leaned into the grip, letting Azriel feel the strong pulse beneath his fingers. “He always comes back,” he whispered, voice dripping sure promise. “He doesn’t have a fucking choice. This body is mine when I want it… and right now, I want to play.”

After they dressed, though “dressed” was generous, the fabric doing little to hide the thick outlines of their aroused cocks, the air in the room grew heavier, charged with something filthy and inevitable.

Azriel stepped forward first, holding out the thick, black leather collar. Heavy steel rings shone darkly, attached to a long, heavy chain that whispered promises of control and degradation. Lucien took it from his hand, fingers lingering deliberately, eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as he ran his thumb over the cold metal.

“How long,” Lucien said softly, voice like smoke and sin, “have you two been carrying this around… waiting for the moment I’d finally take what’s mine?”

Azriel’s breath hitched. Orion’s cock jerked visibly in his pants.

“For a while,” Azriel admitted, voice hoarse.

“Since the first time you looked at us like this,” Orion added, already sinking into the headspace.

Lucien’s low, dangerous laugh sent a visible shiver through both twins. He stepped into Orion’s space, one hand sliding possessively around his throat before squeezing just hard enough to make Orion’s knees weaken and his cock leak against the fabric.

“You’ve always craved this, haven’t you?” Lucien murmured hotly against his ear, teeth grazing the shell. “Being collared. Leashed. Used like the desperate little sluts you are.”

Orion whimpered softly, hips twitching forward involuntarily.

Lucien fastened the collar around Orion’s neck very slowly, the leather creaking as it locked into place. He gave the chain a sharp tug. Orion dropped instantly to his knees, forehead nearly brushing the floor, ass up slightly in instinctive submission, cock straining painfully against his clothes.

Lucien turned to Azriel next. He gripped his jaw hard, then squeezed the boy's cock painfully. Making Azriel cry out with a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure, but more pain. Forcing eye contact as he snapped the second collar into place. Another tug, and Azriel sank down beside his brother, both of them breathing hard, faces flushed, cocks visibly throbbing and wet at the tips.

Lucien stood over them for a moment, admiring his new pets, powerful, beautiful, utterly broken for him.

“Good boys,” he murmured, voice dripping with approval.

He turned and walked toward the dining area, the chains dragging behind him. The twins crawled after him on all fours without hesitation, knees scraping the floor, asses swaying, hard cocks swinging heavily between their legs, leaking steadily onto the marble.

At the table, they instinctively started to rise.

Lucien stopped them with a firm yank on both chains. They dropped back down immediately, foreheads pressed to the floor beside his boots.

He chuckled softly, sitting down and spreading his thighs. “What? You thought you’d sit at the table like equals?” His voice was low, mocking. “No. Tonight you eat from my hand… like the trained boys you were always meant to be.”

As he ate slowly, savoring every bite, he occasionally lowered his hand, offering scraps of food from his fingers. They took it eagerly, lips and tongues brushing his skin, messy and desperate, saliva and food mixing as they licked his fingers clean, eyes glassy with submissive lust.

Every now and then Lucien would reach down and stroke their hair, or tug the chains to make them arch their backs and push their asses higher, exposing the way their holes clenched with need.

They didn’t complain.

They didn’t resist.

They only grew harder, wetter, more pliant, lost in the dark, erotic bliss of finally being owned.

Lucien leaned back in his chair, cock thick and aching in his pants as he watched them kneel and tremble at his feet.

Perfectly broken.

Perfectly his.

And somewhere deep inside the body that was no longer fully his own, Cassian could only watch in silent, horrified, aching horror… as the pleasure of surrender began to feel far too good.