Lucien could feel something thick and rough brushing against his wet hole, making his throat tighten as he swallowed hard. Instinct screamed louder than reason, his omega side clawing for it, begging to be filled.
And wasn't this exactly what he wanted? His little "vacation" a cock buried deep inside him while he sat back and watched his dear stepbrother fall from grace.
That was the plan.
Yet when his gaze locked with Mikhail's, the hairs on his arms rose. Those weren't the eyes of a man in control. They were the eyes of a predator holding on by a thread.
"Reznik…"
"I told you to call me by my name."
The voice was hoarse, darker than usual, carrying the weight of an order Lucien's body knew to obey.
"Mikhail… don't mark me."
That single plea made Diablo's face twist. His anger snapped, and with a guttural growl he slammed his cock all the way inside.
"AHHHHH! FUCK!"
Lucien's cry tore out of him as his body felt split in two. Shameful, sharp pain burned through him.
