Chapter 3: A Price to Pay

Castiel’s P.O.V

Damien’s breath was hot against my neck, and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down my spine. I grit my teeth, trying to focus on anything else—anything but the weight of him pressing into me, the feeling of his hands moving over my body like he has some kind of right to it.

The room is dark, but the feeling of his hands on my body kept me grounded to the here and now, making sure I knew exactly what was happening.

I knew what he wanted, after all, Damien’s interest in men was no secret. But I never imagined myself as his next victim…how the hell had I ended up in this scenario? Why was I so powerless to stop this?

“Stop.” I grit out, yet another futile attempt to break free from the binds. “No!”

But the metallic snap of his knife jolts me back to reality. I felt the cold tip of his blade glide against my chest, slipping under the fabric of my shirt. Then, the sound of fabric tearing fills the silence. My shirt falls away in jagged pieces, baring me to his eyes. My skin prickles from the chill of the room. My instinct is to flinch, to pull away, but I can’t. I don’t move. I don’t fight. I don’t even make a sound. I’m too stunned.

I can feel Damien’s eyes on me, tracing every inch of exposed skin. His gaze is as sharp as the knife but more invasive. I don’t want to be here. God, I don’t want to be here. But here I am, trapped under his weight, his control, as I try yet again to break free from my binds.

Fuck!

Suddenly, Damien’s mouth is on me before I can stop him, hot and demanding. I feel my eyes widen in disbelief, but at the same time, something inside me stirs to life, a kind of hunger that I never experienced. I want to fight back, but in the end, I deepen the kiss, wanting more.

But Damien pulls back, and I open my eyes to look at him, at the smirk he has on his lips before he comes back to me with renewed vigor. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses along my collarbone, moving lower.

“What the hell are you doing! I’m an Alpha too! You can’t do this to me!” I snap at him, hoping to discourage his advances. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t what I meant when I said he could do anything to me!

“Shhh…” he placed his knife on top of my lips, making me stop struggling immediately. “You being an Alpha makes this so much better. Think about your sister, Castiel. Would you rather this be her instead?”

Fucking hell!

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I snap at him, anger pulsating through my veins. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“If you don’t want me to,” he brought his face closer to mine, that same sinister smile on his lips. “You better keep quiet and let me enjoy myself.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, hard, tasting blood. It keeps me form cursing him out loud; from screaming at my own helplessness. But it also keeps me from reacting, from giving him the satisfaction of knowing what his touch does to me. I hate this. I hate myself for how my body betrays me, heat flooding my veins, making my breath hitch.

“Hmmm, would you look at that” Damien murmurs against my skin, his voice a low purr as his hands brush over my pants. “Someone’s awake aren’t they? Looks like you’re enjoying yourself as well.”

I try to focus on the pain in my lip, the coppery taste of blood coating my tongue, anything to drown out the sensation of his lips on my skin. But it’s no use. My body responds, and I hate it for that.

His hand moves lower, sliding across my stomach, fingers pressing into my skin, and I hate the way my muscles tense in response. It’s instinct, something I can’t control. A part of me wishes I could just shut it all off and feel nothing, but my body refuses to obey. It reacts, heat building under his touch even as my mind screams for it to stop.

Damien pulls back just enough to look at me, his hand resting on my chest, fingers still tracing lazy circles on my skin. “Look at you,” he says, his tone softer, almost affectionate. “You’re fighting so hard. But I can see it in your eyes. You don’t want to fight, do you?”

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Damien’s P.O.V :

It was intoxicating, his scent. I could tell he was an Alpha, but what kind was he?

There was not an omega in sight and here he was, secreting his pheromones as if he was going into rut!

Fuck! At this rate, I won’t be able to hold myself back.

A growl leaves my lips as I unbuckle his belt, and pull down the zipper, before taking off his pants along with his underwear, leaving him completely bare to my eyes.

A shocked gasp escapes his lips and he squirms violently, trying to get away from my touch.

I let out a dry chuckle as I lathered up his smooth tanned body, taking my time. Letting my hands roam over his back and chest. And then I slid a hand down and wrapped my fingers around his cock.

He is big, and as I pump my hands around his cock, he comes alive under my fingers.

Castiel grunts and tries to pull away. But I use my free hand to hold his waist, holding him against me. He struggled weakly in my arms as I stroked his dick.

“Come on, boy. Don’t be so skittish.” I massage my thumb onto the tip, feeling his getting hard, his veins becoming prominent.

 “No,” Castiel stutters out, finally. “Please…don’t do that.” His voice is a ragged whisper, but I can scent his arousal all over the room.

“You don’t tell me what to do anymore, Castiel.” I slid a hand between his legs and let my fingers trace the ring of his channel. From the way Castiel reacted, you’d think he was some virgin straight boy, terrified of getting fucked.

Now that turned me on even further.

He squirmed around, straining against the handcuffs with all the strength that he had left. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “Someone doesn’t want to get fucked?”

Castiel grunted, closing his eyes shut. But that made me narrow my eyes at him.

With one swift move, I thrust him against the wall of the cell, holding him in place with one arm while I used the other to unbuckle my own belt and pull down my pants. My cock sprang free, desperate for release. His scent had made me crave him from the second I had walked into the room.

Pressing myself onto his body, I used my legs to spread him wider before using my fingers to thrust into his tight hole.

“Aghh! NO!” He screamed, his back arching off against me.

“You think you have a say in the matter?” I whispered against his ears, as I guided the head of my dick up against his tight little asshole.

And that’s when Castiel lost it. He thrashed around in my arms, trying to kick and head butt me. Anything he could do to stop himself from being taken. And that’s when I realized that Castiel had never been fucked before.

I stopped for a second, taking in the perspiration beading his skin, the way his body was tensed up as a coiled spring.

“Seriously?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “You’ve never taken it up the butt before?”

 Castiel didn’t say anything. But I could feel his body trembling against mine. Terrified of what was gonna happen next.

“Looks like I’ll be taking that cherry,” I smirked, and grabbing onto his waist, thrust my cock into him with blunt force, making him scream out in pain.

His entire body trembled under me as I held him in place, his inner muscles spamming around my dick, squeezing it oh-so-deliciously.

“Fuck! You’re so tight.” I groaned, closing my eyes to savor the feeling.

Castiel sobbed, struggling to take it as I broke him in. “Shh,” I whispered in his ear. “If you keep clenching up, it’ll only hurt more. Give in, Castiel. Take it as you dished out.”

“Fuck you,” Castiel whimpered, his voice trembling yet firm.

“Oh, I will,” I bark out laughing as I push into him further, breaking his resistance bit by bit.

And then he cried out, as the rest of my cock slid home inside him. He lay there quivering, the fight slowly leaving his body. “Good boy,” I whispered in to his ear. “That’s more like it.”

He looked back over his shoulder at me with eyes that could sear right through me. However, it makes my cock throb with want, turned on by the fight, wanting to break that little spirit of his. I smirk at him as I pulled my dick out completely…before slamming back into him…hard.

And it was time for payback.

Castiel yelped as I began moving inside him faster. He squirmed around underneath me, trying to find a way to take it, to break free. But the more he struggles, the more I want him. Fuck, he’s addictive, everything about him makes me want to claim, to mark.

His struggles only fueled my hunger and I held him down with a hand around his nape, while I slammed into his tight hole with all my strength, loving the way he screamed and cursed, but his body responded in ways I couldn’t describe…like it was hungry for more.

“I’m going to enjoy this, Castiel.” I whispered against his neck, taking in another whiff of his intoxicating scent. “I’m gonna enjoy making you my bitch.”

“Fuck you, motherfucker!” He screamed as I drove home once again, his cries echoing off the walls in a macabre symphony.

“Oh…you already did.”