All Chapters of Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Hold on, alpha.”Kieran holds on as if his life depends on it as Seth walks out of the water, and before Kieran realizes it, he’s being dropped, laid on the soft grass beside the stream with Seth hovering over him. “Can you not make this awkward? It’s just a blowjob.” Kieran blinks rapidly to stop the blood from rushing to his face, staining his cheeks with a blush.“Is it?” Seth whispers, staring down at Kieran’s glimpsing body under the sun. Slowly, he places a hand on Kieran’s chest and creates a trail, marking a pattern on his chest, brushing against his aroused buds, down to his stomach. Kieran's breath hitches with every touch, his heart pounds faster as he feels Seth's fingers getting lower and lower to his crotch till he wraps those sinful fingers around his member. Kieran’s breath hitches when Seth tightens his grip, stroking slowly.“You like that, alpha?” Kieran’s brow furrows in pleasure, his eyes rolling back, his lips trembling so hard that he has to bite to keep them

Without hesitation, Seth takes him deep in his throat while teasing a finger against his rim, pressing until his finger is swallowed whole by the quivering hole.Kieran’s body jerks up instinctively, his thighs trembling, and his hand flies to his mouth to muffle a cry.Seth grips the base and strokes him slowly—so slow it’s cruel. Every upward pull ends with a twist of the wrist and a swipe of the thumb over the leaking tip.Kieran’s head drops back, hips twitching with each stroke. “~Fuck… faster~”Just when he thinks it can't get any better, Seth inserts another finger and slips in and out of his hole with slow and deliberate movement. Kieran thinks he's going to explode in pleasure and lose his mind.“~Fuck~Seth~,” he sings his name in desperate pleas. Kieran might be in his right senses, not fueled by the rut at the moment, but he willingly loses control without meaning to, giving all of him to Seth, who takes and sucks, moving his fingers in and out of his heat like a torment. Ki

Kieran sits on the edge of the couch, his back rigid, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, while his turtleneck feels too warm and too tight around his neck, but he doesn't dare pull or tug at it; he needs it to hide the bruises, the mark and the evidence of what he has done.He glances at the little window; outside, the wind howls against the cabin, but the inside is painfully quiet. Seth hasn't come out of the bedroom for hours, and Kieran isn't about to go back in there. Everything about the bedroom's space reminds him of what he shouldn't have done; their scent is mixed, and it's the strongest in the bedroom, suffocating him. Kieran won't subject himself to that torment when the pain of his rut has reduced.They haven't spoken a word to each other since the bathroom incident. Kieran almost feels bad for saying those words, but he shouldn't care. He doesn't care!Suddenly, the sharp sound of tires grinding against the grass outside the cabin breaks Kieran out of his thoughts.

Sage doesn't know how he got out. His mind is fogged, his breathing is unsteady, and the world around him is spinning in a dizzy haze.One minute, he's in that golden cage of a room, being scrubbed raw and oiled like some damn offering, and the next moment, he's slipping through a crack into a wall behind a curtain, stumbling into a narrow passage that reeks of dust and moss. It was disgusting, but he couldn't care less about the state of it as he only ran.His bare feet slam against the stone and the dirt, then the tangled roots of the forest.He doesn't know where he is going as long as he gets away from the Bloodfang Pack.The sky is dark over his head, with the moon peeking through the leaves. Sage doesn't look back; he keeps running, his sheer robe clinging to his skin, damp with sweat. His body is burning, his chest rising and falling like he's drowning in air.“Shit,” he gasps, stumbling and grabbing a tree to balance himself, his legs buckles and his body… It isn't his anymore.

Three days.Three long, miserable days. That's how long Sage has been shackled in the dungeons, the silver cuffs burning into his wrists and ankles, his skin raw and bloody. He hasn't had a wink of sleep in three days, he can barely lift a finger as the sliver drains his energy and blood, the pain, the cold and everything else about the horrible experience gawns away at his body and mind like the rats running around the cell; Sage is no better than those rat.He has no idea if it's morning of night, time doesn't move in this place, it just fucking slow and each day, Sage feels like crawling out his skin and just die already. No one will mourn him; Kieran will, but that's because he's his brother, he has to mourn him.Sage stares at the space in front of him, his eyes growing heavy with every second, his breathing getting slower and slower. He can't believe he's going to see his mother sooner rather than later. He lets out a weak laugh as tears well up in his eyes.But just when Sage t