Chapter 5

EREBUS

 

Lucian’s arm is slung over my shoulder as I try to guide him up the mansion stairs.  He keeps giggling loudly like a schoolgirl.  I swear the older he gets the more annoying he becomes.  Losing his footing he trips up three stairs and I lose my grip around his waist.  With a giant thud he hits the floor and then slides down the stairs on his belly, his chin hitting each one on the way down.  Laying at the bottom of the stairs he is chuckling like an idiot.  

 “Why didn’t you invite me to your twenty-first birthday party,” his words slur as he looks up at me with hurt in his eyes.  

 Pulling him to his feet, I throw him over my shoulder and carry him back up the stairs.  “Because you were fourteen,” I say through gritted teeth.

 “Right, right…” he mumbles still hanging upside down over my shoulder.  “Did you see that bartender?  She was hot as fuck.”

 I can feel a growl building in the base of my chest as I throw him on his bed.  “You will have to elaborate, there were two.”

 “The human of course,” my anger surges at his words.  “The one with the cool tattoos and nice rack.”

 “Mine,” the word is out of my mouth and my hand is around his throat before I can stop myself.  But Lucian does not look scared.  Instead a hint of amusement crosses his face.

 “I knew it!” He exclaims trying to get to his feet before falling back on the bed.  “Mother is going to flip when she finds out you are mated to a human.  And not just any human, one that is covered in tattoos.”  His whole body is shaking with laughter as he holds his sides rolling around on the bed.  Suddenly his eyes grow wide, and he is scramble off of his bed running for his bathroom.  The sound of him emptying his stomach into the toilet is my cue to leave.  

 “Night, Little Bro,” I yell through the bathroom door and the only response I am met with is the sound of more vomit hitting the toilet.  “Light weight,” I mumble as I head into my own room.

 Pulling out my key I place it in the lock of my master sweet and I find that it is already unlocked.  Opening the door, I see my regular fuck buddy, Vanessa, laying on my bed.  Dressed in nothing but a black lacy bra and a matching thong, she is resting against my headboard with her long legs spread open wide.  Walking past the bed to the bathroom I pay her no attention.  

 “You really don’t have any shame do you?”  I growl at her in an intimidating way, but she does not flinch under my anger like so many do.  “How did you get in here anyway?”

 “Your mother,” Vanessa smiles evilly.  “She wants me to be your Queen, so she happily let me in your room.”

 Of course Mother is the one that let her in.  She has been shoving Vanessa in my path since they placed the crown on my head.  But I refuse to have a whore share the throne with me.  Don’t get me wrong, she is a fantastic lay, but I am not the only lycan that knows that.  There is probably more notches on her bedpost than my own.  

 Vanessa gets off the bed and seductively crawls across the floor until she is settled at my feet.  She gazes up at me through her thick dark eyelashes as she unbuckles my belt and undoes my pants.  Sliding her hand inside my boxers she grips my length.  Closing my eyes I thrust into her hand but the vision of my Little Vixen pops into my head and I know I cannot betray the bond.  Grabbing Vanessa by the shoulders I push her, and she falls backwards on her butt, with a wounded look on her face.  

 “I am not in the mood tonight,” I growl readjusting my pants and belt.  

 Vanessa glares at me with a dejected look upon her face.  “You are always in the mood for me,” she tries to sound seductive, but it just comes out pathetic.  

 “Not anymore,” I say coldly before walking into the bathroom.  “You can leave and don’t come back unless I call on you.” 

 The sounds of her sobs as she gets dressed are not missed by me, but I could honestly not care less.  Who does she think she is inviting herself into the King’s chambers?  The sound of my bedroom door slamming echoes throughout the room, and I sigh in relief knowing that she is gone.  I will have to remember to have the locks changed tomorrow. 

 Stripping off my clothes I step into the shower, eager to wash the scent of the bar off my body.  Bracing myself up against the shower walls, I let the water rush down my body.  Another vision of Ella pops into my head.  I picture her kissing her friend over and over again.  As angry as I was in the moment, it is pretty hot to think about right now.  I cannot help but wonder if her full lips are as smooth as they look.  My cock twitches painfully at the thought of her lips pressed up against my own or wrapped around my cock.  Gripping my cock in my hand, I squeeze down trying to lessen the pressure that is building within my balls.  Roughly, I stroke my own cock thinking about my Little Vixen on her knees in front of me.  Her green eyes looking up at me as she takes my whole cock in her mouth.  Pumping my hand harder on my cock, I blow my load all over the shower wall.  

 What the hell was that?  I have not pleasured myself since I was a teenager.  There has always been a line of she-wolves waiting to accept my cock.  Hell, I kicked one out of my room tonight and chose to pleasure myself instead.  I can only hope that my Little Vixen is as naughty as she looks and acts and gives in to me soon.

 Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and am suddenly hit with a pain burning up my spine.  The imaginary flames are traveling inch by inch from my tailbone up my back.  It feels like my back is on fire and the skin is blistering and burning wherever the pain sears my back.  The pain is so intense it drops me to my knees, and I let out a ferocious roar.  The sounds of my guards feet are suddenly running into my chambers and knocking on my bathroom door.  

 “I am fine,” I growl as the pain travels the entirety of my spine.  “Leave.”

 The pain stops and I drop to the bathroom floor, laying on my stomach trying to catch my breath.  Reaching behind my back I touch the place where the pain started, right on my tailbone.  The skin is raised but no longer painful.  Pulling myself up off the floor, I make my way over to the mirror and turn around.  Another roar leaves my chest at the sight of my back.  A series of symbols and figures travel from the bottom of my spine all the way up to my neck.  

 “Fucking witchcraft,” I mumble to myself, and I know exactly who is to blame.