Chapter 2: Prisoner Of The Hungry Wolf

"Let them die downstairs. You stay here, a prisoner for a hungry wolf."

Sora slammed both palms against Vardan’s solid chest. The man’s muscles were as hard as steel. "Let me go, you bastard!"

Vardan’s grip on Sora’s waist only tightened, his nails nearly piercing the skin. Below, another volley of gunfire erupted. Gruff shouts and the sound of shattering glass drowned out the jazz music from before. Vardan’s eyes darkened, his pupils narrowing until only a bloodthirsty yellow predator’s ring remained. He didn't care about the chaos outside the door. His focus was singular, his enemy’s son now trembling under his power.

"You think I give a damn about those lives?" Vardan smirked. He jerked Sora away from the door. "They can slaughter each other until there is nothing left. All that matters is that you are here, under my control."

Sora tried to plant his feet, his boots squeaking against the slick wooden floor. It was useless. The shifter’s strength was inhuman. Sora’s back slammed against a massive mahogany desk with a loud crack. Papers and pens scattered to the floor. Vardan surged forward, pinning Sora until he was trapped. One massive hand locked both of Sora’s wrists above his head, while the other ripped at Sora’s shirt. The plastic buttons tore away, scattering like bullets across the floor.

"Stop! Don't touch me!" Sora struggled wildly. His knee jerked toward Vardan’s crotch, but the man only let out a low laugh. His voice was husky, thick with a destructive lust.

Vardan leaned down. His sharp teeth sank into the skin of Sora’s neck, just below the ear. Sora jolted violently. A sharp sting followed by a strange wave of heat surged through his nerves. "Ah! It hurts, fucker!"

"That’s a mark," Vardan whispered. His rough tongue licked the bite wound that was beginning to seep blood. "So everyone knows you’re finished tonight."

Sora’s breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. His logic screamed at him to run, but his blood was boiling. Vardan’s rough touch triggered a humiliating chemical reaction at the base of his thighs. He bit his bottom lip until it bled to hold back a moan.

Vardan gave him no room to breathe. With one brutal motion, he flipped Sora’s body. Sora’s stomach hit the cold surface of the desk. Vardan’s hand ripped Sora’s pants and underwear away in one go. Sora’s pale skin was exposed under the dim office lights. Sora struggled again, but Vardan’s palm pressed his back into the table until he couldn't move.

"Don't dare fight me again," Vardan threatened. The sound of a zipper being pulled down rang out sharply in the silence of the room, contrasting with the faint sound of the firefight still happening downstairs. "You’re going to swallow everything tonight."

Vardan spat into his palm. He rubbed the fluid roughly against Sora’s back before shoving inside with one powerful thrust. Sora screamed. His body arched stiffly. A burning fullness and intense pain attacked him at once. Vardan didn't stop. He drove in immediately, his hips slamming against Sora’s backside with a merciless rhythm.

"Ahh! Slow down, bastard, too rough!" Sora gripped the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. Every impact dragged his body back and forth across the hard wooden surface. Vardan leaned down again, burying his fangs into the nape of Sora’s neck from behind. Fresh blood dripped, soaking Sora’s shoulder.

"This is only the beginning," Vardan growled into Sora’s ear. His breath was burning hot. "You’ll remember this feeling every time you look in a mirror. You are mine."

Vardan increased his tempo. The sound of wet skin hitting skin filled the room. Sora felt his knees starting to give out, but Vardan’s hands kept a death grip on his waist, holding his weight upright. Waves of painful pleasure began to blur Sora’s rage. His body betrayed him, welcoming every thrust that went deeper and deeper.

Vardan yanked Sora’s hair, forcing his head to tilt back. "Say you’re mine," he commanded between heavy breaths.

Sora shook his head, tears falling from the corners of his eyes due to the overwhelming physical pressure. "No, I’m not yours!"

Vardan laughed wickedly. He bit Sora’s shoulder again, his hand reaching down to squeeze Sora’s fully hardened length. The movement of his hips below grew wilder. Sora could no longer hold back his voice. A long moan broke out, filling the stifling corners of the office.

A loud pounding suddenly hit the wooden door.

"Master Vardan! Big trouble downstairs! The Valente men keep coming!"

Vardan did not release Sora. He only looked up slightly, his face slick with sweat. His voice came out hoarse, filled with a terrifying authority.

"Leave them. I’m not finished marking my new toy."

He leaned back in, his lips nearly touching Sora’s flushed ear.

"And you, keep your mouth shut. If you don't, I’ll let them in and let them see how you beg for me to hit you harder."