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“My lord, you take a large risk bringing him here,” Stelig said,  keeping pace with Vlad’s long strides. “What if he has a pack that  comes looking for him?”

They wouldn’t. Andrew swore this. “He has given his loyalty over  to me. He has abandoned his pack. They will not search for him.”

“So he says. How are we to trust him?”

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How was Vlad expected to trust his own family? He glared at  Stelig, angry at the other man and himself.

Stelig stepped away. “Forgive me. I forgot my place.”

Vlad took in a deep breath and then decided to bestow some mercy on the other vampire. “Considering my station in this house, that is not an altogether difficult thing to accomplish.”

They arrived at the heavy mahogany doors. Vlad touched them and could feel the heat generating within. He hated this room. This room where his brother, and then father before him, had always made his decisions and sentenced other men.

Vlad knocked and was promptly given the invitation to enter.

He’d expected more people. His two other brothers, Damion and  Ivan, as well as their mother, the Queen Mother Ravinia. Perhaps  Ivan’s presence wasn’t to be entirely expected. He was usually the one who stayed in his room, hiding from the noises he heard inside of his head, but where were the others? Out hunting?

Instead it was only the king, Markus, sitting in one of his long-backed leather chairs. He was only half turned to the fire, so he was able to see who exactly it was that entered his space.

He and Boris. Lord Dragunov sat in the opposite chair, his foot crossed over his knee and a thick cigar in his mouth.

Vlad had never warmed to the taste of tobacco.

Both men smiled at him as though they were unaware Vlad despised the lot of them. Boris’s smile was especially discerning.  “Ah! There is my loyal betrothed!”

Boris was a stocky man, almost as stocky as a name such a Boris would suggest. He had a square head and jaw, strong shoulders, and almost no shape to speak of.

Vlad had felt the power that came from those hands, however. He held still while the larger vampire embraced him and planted his chapped lips over top of Vlad’s.

He did not return either sentiment, but manners dictated that he

speak. “How do you fare, my lord?” Vlad asked, folding his hands

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behind his back.

Boris slapped him on the back and laughed. “That is why I love my little prince so much. So polite, even to a lowly vampire such as myself.”

Vlad despised being called a little prince. Boris knew that.

“I am very well. The weather here treats us all comfortably.”

Boris rolled his R’s when he spoke, but he didn’t do it thickly.  Other than that, there was almost no accent in his voice. That usually came when one studied English for the last two hundred and fifty

years.

Boris returned to his seat, all smiles and blessings for the weather

and his good host, without asking after Vlad’s good humor or health.

Prick.

There was no other chair set out for him, and so Vlad went and

stood at his brother’s side, as was proper. Until the joining took place,  he was still a member of the Belekoff family. His place would be at  Markus’s side, until his place was at Boris’s side. Right behind the  three―or was it four?―other concubines that Boris favored.

“So,” Markus said, “we shall hold the ceremony here, at the end

of September, before the groundskeepers return.”

Markus would rather call the true owner of this incredible

mansion the groundskeepers, rather than admit to the humiliation of  renting.

Boris nodded, thinking nothing of the strangeness of being forced  to leave for the sake of a groundskeeper.

“Yes, that will work nicely. The heat will improve by then, and  the sun will set sooner,” said Boris.

Markus lifted his glass of red wine. “Exactly, and then our families shall be joined.”

There was a slight commotion outside their door, and Stelig rushed out to check on it, quickly coming back with nothing. Probably one of the maids had dropped a bucket or some such thing.

Boris made a noise of approval and sucked back on his cigar.

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When the Russian noble didn’t speak after that, Markus pressed on. “I was hoping that, with the joining ceremony only five weeks away, we could begin the legal proceedings of joining our businesses as well.”

Boris puffed back on his cigar and blew out a ring of smoke.  “That is impossible. There will be no joining of business until there is a joining of families.”

Markus nodded tactfully. It was not done for a king to whine or complain. He knew that. What he did know, however, was how to bargain, and Vlad went stiff when he heard his brother’s proposition.  “Of course, without the proper joining of family, it will also be impossible to take advantage of my youngest brother’s lonely state.  You understand?”

With a horrified realization, Vlad understood the true reason he’d

been summoned. Boris had wanted to take advantage of his  matrimonial rights before the wedding could take place. Now it  seemed that, since Boris would refuse to sign over the percentage of  his blood trafficking business to Markus, Markus would refuse to let  Boris have sex with Vlad.

Boris eyed Markus stonily from behind a haze of grey smoke.  Then he shrugged. “My time will come soon enough. Besides, the longer I wait, the better the pleasure.”

Vlad bit the inside of his mouth to keep from groaning at the pain those words caused him. “Besides, you have a room filled with feeders, no?”

Markus wouldn’t dare refuse him that. He smiled back just as coldly. “Of course.”

As Vlad had not been dismissed, he was forced to listen to more

of their arrangements for their joining business, as well as the coming  wedding and what Boris would prefer for their wedding night. All the  way down to the type of strong alcohol he wanted present, as well as  toys and sheet fabrics.

Vlad wanted to yell at them. He wanted to kill something. He

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wanted to scream.

It was not easy at all to simply stand there, looking for all the world like he didn’t care, when he was on the verge of exploding.

His rage must’ve consumed him a little too completely, because the next thing he knew was a pair of fingers were snapping in front of his face.

He blinked just as Markus lowered his hand. “Yes?”

“I said you may leave,” Markus made a shooing motion with his hand. “This conversation does not concern you.”

Did not concern― !

Vlad bowed low at the waist. “Yes, your majesty. Thank you for your time.”

Markus picked at his nails, pretending to not have heard him, and  Vlad turned around and left the room.

Before the doors were shut behind him on that sweltering hot space, he overheard Boris speaking again. “You are quite sure I cannot have him for the night? His bum looks tight. I could have much pleasure with it.”

“That is impossible,” Markus replied.

Vlad gripped his hair in a blind rage and pulled.

“My lord.” Stelig took his arm, already leading him away. “Let me escort you back to your chamber.”

“You will do no such thing,” Vlad snapped, wishing with everything inside of him that the walls of this house would just come down around him and destroy himself, Boris, and maybe even his brother for putting him in such a position.

No, that would certainly not be enough. If someone were to kill  Markus, then Damion would become king as the next to oldest, and he would simply give Vlad over to Boris because that was what the  Russian lord wanted.

If only something could kill Boris.

Stelig bowed and stepped back. “As you wish, my lord.”

Nothing was as he wished it here. That was why he hated this

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place, but this house was not the cause for it. It was his family, and  their constant need for power and position in the world. Vlad hated  his family.

Prison. That’s was it really was. A nicely decorated prison, and  Vlad was merely a well-treated prisoner. He was going insane  because of it all.

He marched past his bedchamber. The halls were eerily quiet for such an early night. Perhaps it meant that the rest of the family was out hunting. He didn’t care. The point was that no one stopped him on his way to the bedchamber he’d sent Andrew to.

He didn’t knock. He was a lowly prince, but still a prince, and  Andrew was standing in front of the bed, almost as though he’d been waiting for Vlad’s arrival.

Perfect.

“What are you―?”

Vlad walked up to him and silenced him with a kiss. He wanted  no words, nothing but actions. He needed the pleasure of Andrew’s  body or else he was going to die.

Andrew understood this. Of course, he was a wolf. Actions always  spoke louder than words to his people, and the both of them worked  on the other’s clothing in rapid movements. Vlad’s cock filled and  hardened in the anticipation of sex, but it was also the release of his  frustrations that he was after.

Andrew unclasped Vlad’s belt, and his hand was hot as it dipped under the fabric of his trousers and wrapped around his prick.

Vlad moaned, and he fell against Andrew’s body. They threw their arms around each other, keeping Vlad on his feet while  Andrew’s hand stroked his cock, his thumb pulling back the foreskin of his penis and teasing the head.

“Yes, just like that,” Vlad moaned, and he kissed Andrew again.

With just his one arm, Andrew lifted Vlad off of his feet and deposited him onto the queen-size bed.

Andrew yelped and pulled back, and Vlad saw the bit of blood

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dripping from his lip where Vlad had accidentally bitten him in the

fall.

“Sorry,” he said, already pushing himself up to lick away the  drop. Andrew was intensely aroused. Vlad could taste it in the blood.

“Think nothing of it. Just be careful with those,” he said, touching  the side of Vlad’s mouth with his thumb. “They’re sharp.”

“They’re meant to be,” Vlad said, reaching down and gripping  Andrew around his firm, muscular ass. So perfect. How could such a  perfect creature even exist? Vlad felt small and weak beneath the  other man, even though they would both be nearly evenly matched  when it came to their strengths.

They were still fully dressed, if a little dishevelled with their  clothing pulled loose, and Andrew rocked their hips together.

Vlad released a soft cry as the jolt of pleasure sizzled through him,  even from beneath his trousers. Andrew was no longer wearing those  used golf clothes. Vlad had only just noticed this. It was a shame he  would not be able to get a better look at how handsome his lover was  within the new garments, but they had to come off. Now.

They dry humped each other in a sloppy motion. There was no  rhythm to their movements. Vlad struggled to keep up with the  desperate needs of his prick as well as removing his button-down shirt  and pants.

Andrew stalled their pleasurable dance just long enough to grab  the thing and rip it apart, sending small blue buttons all across the

room.

“You broke it!” Vlad said, affronted.

“You were taking too long.” Andrew dipped his head down and  took one of Vlad’s small nipples into his mouth, sending another jolt  and shiver through his body. Vlad moaned as though Andrew had  sucked on his dick rather than his nipple.

Andrew’s hand came up and over his mouth. Vlad’s heart jumped  in panic before he realized that Andrew was putting no pressure on  him that would be painful, and there was not a cloth in his hand with a

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strange-smelling drug.

“Much as I like it, you keep up that kind of noise, and someone’s  going to come and find us. Remember, I can’t smell your kind  coming.”

Vlad nodded, and Andrew removed his hand. He’d come in here

to forget, and it seemed that Andrew was doing too good of a job in

that task.

Andrew smiled at him, another wolfish sort of grin, and he bent his head back to Vlad’s chest, kissing and suckling on his skin and nipples, then working his way up to Vlad’s neck.

He inhaled deeply and sighed.

“What is it?” Vlad asked.

“You don’t have a scent unless you smell like sex. You smell

good when you want me.”

“I do?”

“You’re beautiful, too.”