Predators: A Dark MM Urban Fantasy Paranormal

“Uh huh. Lot of people been trying to stop me from doing that for years. What are you going to do that they haven’t? They locked me up and threw away the key.”

“You know exactly what I am going to do to you. I’m going to whip you until you beg me to fuck you, and then I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy. Remove your trousers and bend over the bed.”

Will did as he was told. He had not been lying to Lorien. He wasn’t afraid.

In the vulnerable position, his ass bared to Maddox, he waited for the inevitable. The first sound he was aware of was the sound of Maddox’s fine leather belt being pulled from the loops at his waist. Some poor calf had given its life for this.

“Bad little whelp,” Maddox lectured, lashing the belt against Will’s hide. There was a moment in which Will felt practically nothing, followed by a flash of burning heat.

Will let out a laugh that Maddox was probably not going to appreciate, but there was just something about being hurt for doing something he had absolutely no remorse for that amused him greatly.

“What is so funny, boy?”

“I'm not sorry, and you can't make me, and you don’t want me to be sorry. It’s ridiculous. I finally kill someone who deserved to be killed and here you are pretending to punish me.”

Another lash landed, harder than the first, and directly over it. Will heard himself hiss in pain.

“I may not be able to make you sorry, but I am sure that I can make you sore.”

He set about doing just that, infernal lash after infernal lash landing across Will's punished cheeks. It was a merciless beating, one that was deliberately unfair. There was a moment in which Will thought he might cry for that reason. He should be receiving praise, not pain. But another stroke landed and the heat rushed through his body and his cock got even harder, rubbing against the bed.

“I’m going to fucking come,” he cursed. “I'm going to fucking…”

“Don’t you dare,” Maddox lectured. “You just choked the life from another human being. You will not enjoy this whipping, boy.”

And yet the lash landed low across the very base of Maddox’s cheeks, jerking him forward against the bed, making his cock fuck the coverlet all the more. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried. He arched and he ground and he humped the bed like the horny puppy he was, making a hot-bottomed spectacle of himself beneath Maddox’s lash.

“Fuucck!” he cursed, coming as hard as he ever had, the satisfaction of killing Chauvelin only exceeded by the orgasm that came at the end of Maddox's lash.

“Naughty boy!” Maddox lectured, not entirely convincingly as Will crawled up the bed and rolled over, his underside covered in the mess of his pleasure. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Thank me?” Will suggested.

Maddox dropped the belt and was atop him in a second, his long, thick cock pressed to Will's lips. He grabbed Will's hair and made him suck, not that Will needed much encouragement.

“Thank you, boy? For being a disobedient, murderous, dirty little whelp?” Maddox’s powerful hips urged his cock further down Will's throat. “It is you who should be thanking me for not locking you up myself. I could turn you in to the officers downstairs, let them take you away…”

They both knew that would never happen. Not with the way Maddox was looking down at Will with an expression of pure possession, his hand curled in Will’s hair, his upper lip curled, his fangs ever so slightly extended as he pushed the head of his cock down into Will’s throat. It was a picture of pure domination, and Will could not tear his eyes away.

“You should obey me, boy. It would be so much easier if you would give in, turn your violence and your darkness over to me to wield as my tool. But you’re still keeping them for yourself, greedy boy. That’s why I have to punish you. That’s why I have to stripe your ass and fill your throat.” With that, Maddox thrust deep into Will’s mouth and held himself there, using his grip on Will’s hair and rocked his head back and forth on his cock, using that hot, wet, dirty hole for his pleasure.

It was obvious Maddox had been just as turned on while whipping Will as Will had been while being whipped. It was even more obvious that Maddox enjoyed the resistance and the sass, and appreciated the motive behind the murder. There was no real disappointment in his voice or eyes, and this was not really a punishment.

“You don’t deserve this, but you will take it," Maddox grunted. “Drink my seed, boy. Take my essence deep inside your disobedient belly.”