Jarrett, AJ - Miles's Awakening [Warriors of the Light 1] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove) (10 page)

Feeling more at ease, Miles punched in the alarm code to the front door. He pulled it open and froze in fear at the steely-black stare that met his eyes when the man turned around.

“Hello again, Miles. Miss me?”

Miles’s brain started to work again, but he wasn’t fast enough to get the door shut. He spun around to run away but got held up short. Malcolm had grabbed him around the waist with an iron grip.

“Did you really think you could get away from me?”

Miles’s skin crawled as the light breath of Malcolm’s laughter fanned his skin. He was caught. Malcolm had outsmarted Ben and his men, and he was now at the mercy of this deranged killer.

He jerked his head to the side when he heard a bowl fall to the floor. Trevor. Miles had almost forgot he wasn’t alone in this giant house. Going on complete instinct, he did the only thing he could think of.

“Trevor, run!” Miles shouted as loud as he could and doubled his efforts to fight Malcolm’s hold. He had to get away. God only knew what would happen to him let alone his cousin, if Malcolm took them from this house.

“Miles, Miles, Miles.” Malcolm made a tsking sound. “My sweet, do you really think I would come here alone without knowing you and your cousin were both here?” Malcolm asked as he held Miles’s hands down with one arm and used his free hand to caress through Miles’s hair. He closed his eyes at the utter disgust he felt at having this man’s hands on his body.

The sound of Trevor crying out had him opening his eyes. A man walked his cousin into the entryway. Trevor’s arms were being held behind his back, and a large man escorted him into the room. Miles could see the fear on Trevor’s face and realized he had to do whatever it took to keep his cousin safe.

“Ah, look at who we have here. This must be Trevor.” At Miles’s lack of response, Malcolm nudged him in the shoulder. “Answer me, my sweet.”

“Yes,” Miles whispered.

“What should we do with him? Take him with us or kill him?”

“I say you let me have him as my plaything. He looks like a screamer,” the man holding Trevor hostage said. His psychotic smile had Miles shivering in fear. Tears ran down Trevor’s face as the man licked the side of his neck.

“No!” Miles shouted. “Take me, but please leave him.” He looked over his shoulder at Malcolm and begged for his cousin’s life and freedom. “Please, Malcolm. I’ll go without a fight. Just leave my cousin alone.”

“No, Miles. I can’t let you do that,” Trevor cried.

“What makes you think I care what you want or if you come peacefully?” Malcolm asked as he nuzzled his nose against Miles’s neck.

He suppressed the shudder that wanted to rake though his body. “You don’t, but I will do whatever you want. Please let him go.” His eyes filled with tears. As his life had started to come together and happiness was on the horizon, crazy vampires had to come in and ruin everything. But for the sake of his cousin, he would give it all away.

Malcolm placed a kiss to his neck and pulled Miles against his chest. “Very well. The boy stays.” He turned toward the door, dragging Miles with him. He paused to look over his shoulder. “Turn the boy then leave. It will be a nice kick in the balls for the Warriors of the Light to have a newly changed vampire on their hands, and especially one turned by a dark warrior.”

“No. I said I would go with you!” Miles screamed and fought to break free to get to Trevor.

The sound of Trevor screaming faded out as a sharp sting pinched his upper right bicep. He looked down to see a syringe with clear liquid being injected into his arm.

“Calm down, my sweet. Your cousin will be fine.” Malcolm’s smiled faded. “Well, he will be if your friends don’t kill him on sight for being turned my one of my men.”

Miles faintly heard Malcolm speak and wanted to argue with the man but he couldn’t. A warm, tingling sensation spread throughout his body, lulling him to sleep. He gave up the fight and let the blackness of consciousness pull him under.

* * * *

When Miles woke, he was lying facedown on a bed. Ropes held him in place. His arms were stretched out in front of him tied to the headboard, and his legs were spread wide apart with each ankle tied to a bedpost. A chill ran over him as he realized he was completely naked.

Miles pulled against his restraints to no avail. He couldn’t even move an inch. This couldn’t be happening. He had seen plenty of movies where shit like this happened, and nothing ever good came from being naked and tied down to a bed.

Panic and fear swirled in his gut, and he doubled his efforts to get loose. The rough rope tore at his skin, causing blood to trickle down his arms. There was no escape from this hell. Miles let his head fall forward and silently sobbed into the pillow beneath his head. Not only was he probably going to be raped and forced to mate Malcolm, but he was worried about Trevor. Malcolm said Ben and his men would kill him for being turned by the enemy. He had to hope Ben wouldn’t do that, or his sacrifice would have been for nothing, and he would have lost the only family he had.

“I will not do this.”

Miles turned his head to the side as voices carried through the room.

“Like you have a choice, my pet. I own you, and you will do as I say when I say it. Are we clear?” Malcolm’s voice paused as he waited for an answer. “Very well, if you want to be difficult I can just have Lucian make you see things my way.”

Miles heard a gasp.

“No, sir. I will do as you ordered.”

“I thought you would see things my way.”

The sound of chains clinging together drew near the bed he laid upon. Miles turned to see who was coming, but the dark room offered no help in seeing who walked toward the bed. Once again, tears clouded his vision. The bed dipped down beside him and caused his body to tense.

“Who are you?” His words came out broken from the unshed tears clogging his throat. Miles could make out a young man who looked younger than his twenty-one years. He had long blond hair that hung down in clumps around his face. His lithe body looked malnourished. The man brought his hands up to rest in his lap, and the jingling of chains sounded again, and that was when Miles saw the chains binding the man’s hands together.

“I’m Astrid.”

Miles craned his neck to get a better look at this person. He thought it was a man, but with a name like Astrid, it had to be a woman. A soft chuckle floated to his ears from the person sitting next to him.

“I know that look. I know my name is girlish, but I am a man.” All humor left his posture as he turned to look at Miles. “I’m real sorry about all this, but if I don’t do what my master asks of me, he’ll have Lucian do bad things to me.” A shudder ran through the young man’s body. “I would refuse and take my punishment, but I haven’t fully healed from my last session with him.”

Miles gasped. Punishment? This Astrid appeared to work with Malcolm why would they harm one of their own? And if they harmed Astrid, there was no telling all the cruel things they would do to him.

Miles took a deep breath. He had to focus and get his wits about him. He needed to know what he was up against. “Astrid, where are we?”

The young man looked at Miles. “I’m not sure. We move so much, and they never let me leave my room.”

His heart broke for the man. To be held prisoner by these cruel bastards had to be hard on him. “How long have they held you prisoner, Astrid?” Miles asked. He had to know what was in store for him if he couldn’t get free.

Astrid looked up from his hands and gazed in front of him. “Over a hundred years.” He cocked his head to the side. “I think.”

Had he not been tied to the bed, he would have done a double take of the young man. He looked no older than sixteen. How could he be over a hundred?

Ben had told him shifters and vampires didn’t age. That must mean Astrid was some sort of paranormal. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he looked up at Astrid. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but what are you, Astrid, and why are they holding you here?”

“I’m a witch.” Miles blinked at Astrid’s confession. “My mother sold me to Malcolm when I was thirteen years old. She wanted a daughter and had me instead. Hence the name.” A light giggle came from the man.

Miles’s heart went out to Astrid. Yes, he was worried about himself, but Astrid had been sold into slavery, he would call it, at the age of thirteen by his own mother. His only crime was being born a boy.

“I’m sorry, Astrid. I can’t imagine a parent doing that.” Miles felt bad for Astrid but also thought if he could just convince the skittish man to help him, they both could get free. “Astrid, do you know any way out of here? If you set me free, you can run away with me.”

Miles watched as Astrid nibbled on his lower lip frantically as he looked back at the door. “Don’t say things like that. If he hears you, the punishment will be so much worst.”

The young man shook so bad the bed vibrated. The punishments around here must be worse than Miles could even begin to comprehend. He needed to get out of here.

“Astrid, get to it. Malcolm said if you aren’t finished in the next five minutes, I get to have you for the night.”

The sounds of Astrid’s chains jingling uncontrollably let Miles know it must be Lucian at the door. He started to shake with fear. If a witch, who, according to Ben was a powerful being, feared Lucian, Miles thought it wise to fear him, too.

Astrid looked down at him. “I’m really sorry about this,” he whispered lightly.

Miles watched as Astrid took a small bottle from his pocket. He mumbled a few words Miles couldn’t understand to the clear jar. Miles watched as Astrid got off the bed. He felt the bed dip down between his legs. Cool fingers touched his bare ass and the hairs on his body stood to attention.

“What are you doing?” Miles struggled against his binds.

“I’m so sorry.”

Astrid’s whispered words were followed by his hands spreading apart his ass cheeks. Cool liquid ran down his crack. The feeling of a blunt tip smeared the moisture around his hole. Miles jerked when the object was pushed forward, filling his tight channel. He cried out when the object sat fully seated in his ass.

“I’m so sorry.”

Those were the last words Astrid spoke to him as his mind started to go foggy. A warm sensation started at the base of his spine and ran up to tingle his scalp. His toes curled as the need to come fought with his rising panic. He was becoming extremely aroused and couldn’t understand how that was even possible considering his current predicament.

A cold sweat broke out along his heated body. Miles had no clue what was happening to him. He felt his cock fill with blood and harden against the mattress. His body moved of its own accord, grinding into the soft surface. Pre-cum wet the bed underneath him as he pushed his hips harder into the bed.

“Absolutely beautiful.”

Miles’s body jerked as Malcolm pulled out then pushed back in whatever toy Miles had in his ass. The groan that passed his lips was deafening to his own ears. He knew he should be screaming for Malcolm to stop, but the need for release outweighed his panic and fear.

“You like that don’t you?” Malcolm chuckled as he fondled the toy again. “I was concerned this plug would be too big for you, but I guess Ben stretched you out quite nicely.”

Miles didn’t respond. He couldn’t hear the words the asshole spoke over his own heart pounding in his ears. The need to be fucked had him becoming desperate for touch. Anyone’s touch at this point. All Miles knew was he needed to free the semen from his balls before they exploded.

Malcolm pulled the plug from Miles’s body completely, and he begged to have it back. He complied and shoved the thick plug back into Miles. A silent cry left Miles’s mouth. He needed to be filled and fucked hard. The toy wasn’t doing the job. He needed Ben’s hard cock fucking him fast then slow, teasing him until Miles was ready to lose his mind.