Crimson Reign (29 page)

Upon greeting Lachi, Laziel fought to breathe though the vampire’s addictive allure. He watched in subliminal agony as Lachi’s mount took off in front.

“Fuck,” he groaned as that tight ass filled his gaze. He grinned slow and wicked when Lachi’s leather clad ass reared up out of the saddle, like a red rag to a bull. It took all Laziel’s reserve not to mount his wings, take off into the night sky and steal Lachi from his steed. With a subtle suggestive press of bare feet to the steed’s powerful frame, Laziel took off in a deliberately slow pursuit of his male. Two could play at this game.

Laziel knew patience was not one of Lachi's finest virtues. With a temperament to match his Italian flare, the vampire was more than used to getting his own way…when he wanted it, and how he wanted it. By the time Laziel entered the stables, Lachi wore a thunderous expression born out of need. The force of Lachi’s craving slammed against Laziel, tearing from his lips a guttural moan of hungered want. The leather holding the stallion’s bit slipped through Laziel’s fingers; drawing a soft, almost cat like mewl.

The straps felt so soft, so good against the heat of Laziel’s palm. Heat bloomed up the line of his spine. The sensation sent the small hairs on the back of his neck to dancing in a rapturous wave of chills that tingled down his arms and legs when Lachi's intoxicating breath seduced the shell of his ear.

“I have a surprise for you, my angel, and one which I’m indebted to perform.” The low growl of Lachi's voice gripped Laziel within its enthrall and further stiffened the thickening weight of his heavy swollen cock. Laziel licked wanton lips and swallowed to moisten a dry, parched throat before turning to face his vampire’s fathomless eyes. With no words spoken, Laziel smiled wryly and followed directing midnight eyes. Purposely, Laziel took his time… making Lachi wait just a minute or two… backing up slowly and swaying the width of his hips before approaching the ladder leading up into the hayloft.

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Malachi didn't miss the reaction to the soft caress of the reins over the angel's flesh, or the angel's accompanying flare of lust. The aromatic scent of the celestial’s need clogged Malachi’s nose and fueled the blood flooding his already diamond hard cock. The rage infused in him by Darklon’s treachery and ill treatment of Ms. Stroner prowled through his veins impatiently waiting for the opportunity to seek retribution. He needed an outlet to drain away the festering pus of his fury. It was fated Laziel chose sex as the vessel of release.

Denied the release of his temper by their location, the angel chose to suffer the full brunt of Malachi’s disquiet. Unwilling to undo the months of work invested in coaxing the horses to tolerate his presence, Malachi refused to act in a manner that would spook his prized stallions all over again. Locking the horses into their stalls, he returned the tack to the proper location. The ride had done little to counteract the rage seething deep in the abyss of his soul.

Eyes black with lust and fury, he returned to the base of the ladder and ported to the hayloft to survey the items he’d set up before following Laziel into the night. Reins, bit, riding crop…all ready and waiting on the small wooden stand beside the suspended rope restraints. A soft rush of wings, and Laziel settled on the hay having forgone the last steps up the ladder. Feet planted shoulder width apart, silver eyes liquid with desire, he met Malachi’s irritable gaze without flinching so much as a feather. Malachi crossed his arms over his chest and flicked his eyes to the restraints. The angel's friend and confidante was gone, leaving no trace of softness. In his place, stood the angel's sadistic, icily in control, vampire. A pissed off, horny vampire solely focused on the celestial.

“Strip.” The command emerged low and with a rumbling growl. Defiantly, Laz growled back before tugging his jeans down over lean hips. Malachi’s temper flared. He seriously hated being disobeyed. Naked, Laziel stepped between the suspended ropes and arched a brow in question. Circling him, Malachi slapped him hard on the ass before quickly tying his ankles at slightly more than shoulder width apart. His wrists were bound, elbows bent, fists level with the angel's shoulders. The celestial had some room to move, but not much. Malachi stepped close and let his fangs descend. Inside, he felt the blood lust churn and curl in his gut. That would wait.

“You think the horse barn will afford you any protection, angel? I can loose the stallions into the meadow with a thought, leaving just you and me and the rats in the hay.”

Laziel’s eyes darkened but he didn’t speak. Words, sounds, release, none were allowed unless Malachi permitted it.

Reaching into the pocket of his leathers, Malachi freed a black leather blindfold. Laz's eyes widened, and then closed. Malachi leaned in close to tie the strings causing their bare chests to brush. A tremor worked its way through the angel. Anticipation galloped through both of them, but lust rode them hardest. The bit came next. He raised it, coiled it through his fingers. He fused their mouths in a savage kiss, before fitting the supple leather between Laziel's teeth. Carefully looping the attached reins over the angel's shoulders, he dropped the tanned leather so it brushed erotically over the angel's exposed ass. His gaze fell to the massive erection already jutting proudly from Laziel's groin. Palming the swollen heavy sac beneath it, he rolled the warmth of Laziel’s heavy balls in his fingers and then tugged down hard.

“It's time for the real ride, angel mine. Let's hope we don't excite the stallions too much.”

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Blood smeared across the fullness of Laziel’s moist lips. The kiss had been hard, a brutal assault to devour his hungry, hot mouths. Laziel loved it, relished the taste of Lachi’s rich blood. Releasing a low groan at the slight hint of the vampire’s infamous possessive nature, Laziel bit down hard upon the soft leather strap between his teeth as the soft brush of the reins tantalized the trembling mounds of his tightly clenched ass. Blindfolded, Laziel waited, head bowed, hair falling around his face in a curtain of black silken strands. The combination of leather and hair hid the molten desire burning in his eyes for the male about to take what he saw as his. And, in doing so, Lachi would gift Laziel’s mind with a world full to the brim of blissful enlightenment.

Laziel knew that the depths of Lachi’s depravity and how best to placate him. So when the vampire secured the subtle leather bit between Laziel’s lips, he visibly shook from the wantonness of his desire. Being blindfolded mattered none to Laziel. His mind was already being tortured by the images of Lachi encased in tight fitting leather. The thoughts caused Laziel’s cock to ache uncontrollably for even the slightest of touches from the magnificently handsome male.

The ongoing struggle to maintain any level of composure around Lachi was an aspiration Laziel never hoped to maintain. He was helpless to the want and desire that fuelled his heart. Without limits or restriction, all he ever wanted was the male he’d created, his vampire, Malachi Azarian Denali. For this moment in time, all he could offer the vampire was the receptive body and the submissive shard of a heart Lachi already owned.

Laziel’s flesh trembled at the bite of the rope caressing the flesh of his wrists and ankles. He knew the restraints on his arms dangled from the overhead beams and that more was to come. The burning friction tightened as Lachi took up the slack. Laziel whimpered from the strain of being stretched out so far. His masculine form rippled, muscles flexed as the sensual feel of leather trailed over the mounds of his ass. The sensation was…exquisite. Excitement and sensory deprivation made the bitter edge of what was to come hitch the breath in his throat.

The air in the hay loft grew thick with the scent of lascivious sex, lewd in its nature and loving in its intent. Laziel shivered. The pierced nipples on his broad chest budded into hardened nubs of provocative flesh. Laziel flinched and then gasped at the cool touch of a silky smooth palm when it slipped between spread and trembling thighs to tease and cup his balls. Lachi squeezed, and then pulled, sending a jolt of much anticipated pain through the heavy sac.

The blossoming sting of Lachi’s palm against the satin sac of sensitive flesh drove Laziel's hips into a tight roll and jerk as he struggled against the restricting ropes holding him in place. His struggles against the chaffing restraints earned him a delicious volley of hard sharp cracks from the long handled riding crop poised so efficiently in his vampire’s bold hand.

Laziel's wings shuddered free, and his breath came fast in small, pleading pants. Lachi stroked the crop lovingly over the angry red welts that marred his angelic flesh. The action sent a shiver of unadulterated pleasure riding to the root of Laziel’s cock. It twitched painfully, jutting out proudly from his hips and leaked a steady stream of sweet glistening precum from the openly weeping slit.

A rolling surge of heat seeped from Laziel and infused the hayloft with an addictive scent of sensual warmth. It teased the growling vampire and fueled his lurid intent. The feral snarl sounded so gutturally low and taunting Laziel sought pain from the ropes binding his wrists in the hope the burn would ease some of the pressure threatening to crack his usual resolve.

Not that Laziel refused to plead…fuck no. The effect of such a submissive act upon Lachi would, at times, see Laziel begging for hours to be struck, whipped, flogged and fucked. It was worth it to see the fire in the vampire’s eyes raging uncontrollably, to watch his need to fuck Laziel senseless crash over him and finally bring the sadistic King a well...deserved release.

“Laziel.” The gravel rough tone of Lachi’s voice held more than a hint of warning. Laziel curtailed his own thoughts from being so openly projected. Controlling each breath, Laziel squirmed and shuddered against the quirt’s fearsome strokes, as Lachi alternated between the heavy handed crack of leather and the feather light touches against that soft spot of sensitive flesh behind his swollen balls. Each crack, tap or whack acted as an aphrodisiac to Laziel’s heightened sexual awareness. It amplified his need, making his flesh slick with sweat. Laziel couldn’t breathe from the sweet heady mix of pain and lust building up inside of him. All he could do was ride out the wanton desire for the vampire and willingly submit to his dominant commands.

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Malachi’s soulless black eyes followed the trail of the riding crop along the angry welts on the angel’s ass and moved to watch as Laziel tested his bindings. Disappointment warred with satisfaction. Laziel bore his marks, yet no blood leaked from the wounds. Stepping back, Malachi squeezed Laziel’s balls once more between his fingers before letting them fall to hang heavy between widely splayed thighs.

“Be still.” The command overrode the creaking of the rope. To enforce his order, the punishing crop sang through the air crisscrossing Laziel’s thighs. Stoically, the angel suffered the blows and went stone still. His only response was to clamp down hard on the bit between his teeth. Reaching between the angel’s thighs, Lachi gathered the dangling reins and pulled them through making sure to insinuate the thin leather deep in the seam of Laziel’s ass. Deft fingers tucked the straps tight against the angel’s clenched anus then wound the extra length tightly around Laziel’s balls and up along his swollen length, leaving only the mushroomed tip free.

Hitting his knees, Malachi pulled hard on the leather, squeezing the angel’s genitals cruelly. The beast of his fury pacing just beneath the surface howled in appreciation. Laziel’s breath hiccupped in his lungs and a light sheen of sweet glowed upon his flesh. But, no sound passed his lips. As a reward, Malachi leaned forward to flick his tongue against the deep purple head. The leather reins in his hand pulled taunt when Laziel’s cock twitched and jumped.

Focused on his objective, he closed his free palm over the leather wrapped shaft and squeezed, providing even more pressure. At the same time, he sucked the distended head of his angel’s cock between his lips. His tongue danced around the rim and laved the small cleft underneath. The hand holding the reins swung back and forth, forcing the leather to rub enticingly over the angel’s sensitive perineum while massaging his balls. Salty precum leaked from the slit, teasing Malachi with its taste. His tongue darted and danced, leaving no part of the cock head dry. Deliberately, he nicked the exposed ridge with a fang, adding the copper sweet taste of Laziel’s blood to the opulent mix. With the angel’s cock and balls bound so tightly, the celestial’s blood only barely managed to drip. Lachi wanted more.

Sliding his mouth down over the leather covered shaft and hollowing his cheeks, he sucked hard, drawing forth blood and semen to coat his tongue. Laziel’s breath seesawed harshly through his nose. His wings trembled so hard feathers loosened and floated to the floor. Despite the crushing bindings, Laziel’s first release boiled up from his balls and filled Malachi’s throat. Like a parched plant in the Sahara, Malachi inhaled every drop, swallowing quickly and licking up any leaks. Settling back on his heels, he unwound the leather quickly and expertly, leaving the straps to once again dangle down Laz’s back. The surge of blood into the softening shaft of Laziel’s cock would be painful but would engorge his angel quickly.

Circling behind Laziel, the events leading to this showdown trickled through Malachi’s mind, but he shoved them away. Here, he controlled all, there was no Darklon to interfere or cause mayhem. Here, it was him and Laziel, serenity in the midst of the pain.

Malachi dropped the riding crop he held on the table and quickly disrobed. His cock bobbed free, long hard and swollen. Refusing to touch himself, Malachi palmed the smaller riding crop and stepped forward. The aching tip of his cock rode the seam of Laziel’s ass. His fangs lengthened and extended past his lower lip. His breath hissed out as blood lust slammed into him again. Savagely, he brought the crop down across his own thigh the stinging bite tamping down the hunger. The angel jumped at the slap of leather against skin.

“You want to feel the bite of the leather, don’t you, angel?” Lachi snarled, sliding the quirt over the swell of the angel’s ass cheeks and his own bulbous head. “You may answer.”