Altered: A Beyond the Brothel Walls Novel

by Ryans, Rae Z.

  Never had I allowed so many people to gather inside my house. Everyone save for Veric and Petre, who was still missing, stood in my downstairs office. I sat behind my desk. All nine of them spoke at once, arguing, and I squeezed my temples, rubbing circles over the tender throbbing veins.

  Korrigan wanted to search for Petre. Veric had stepped out before our return, but I pictured him torn between Korrigan’s wishes and capturing his brother. My family sought to take the south by force, but Tomas objected, cursing wildly in vivid French about the innocent lives. Nikolai sided with Korrigan, and Cain had sided with Tomas, though he didn’t seem to recognize Korrigan as Angelica, but I couldn’t be sure. Regardless of a reunion, the case came first, and they left me as the deciding vote, or making a clear tie since Belle refused to take a side.

  “Brother.” Markos pounded his fist on my desk. “What will it be?”

  I glanced to Cain, not for any particular reason other than admiration and distraction. During the heated debate, pride and spark had ignited his rosy cheeks. Damn it if the scene hadn’t stirred my cods.

  “You can’t be serious!”

  “Out, everyone get the hell out of my office.”

  Cain rose and stepped toward the door.

  I jumped up and captured his hips. A rumble filled my chest, and my hands dragged his ass against me. I seized him in a reverse bear hug against my chest. “Not you.”

  An office debacle was the last thing either of us needed. My lips kissed over his neck, and Cain’s ass squirmed over my crooked hard-on.

  “Upstairs… now.” I smacked his ass lightly before releasing him.

  He slid from my grasp. The cold crept into my bones, but he froze; every muscle tensed. Cain’s arms trembled, and I tossed my hands in the air. My mind fought to shut down. How could I have forgotten his problems with intimacy?

  Damn, I am an incorrigible asshole.

  I covered my eyes, daring not even a peek. Fear of fear or pain in his eyes stopped me dead in my tracks. All I had to give; I had given but still pushed, waiting for the day he opened his heart with more than words. Until Cain trusted me not to harm him, he couldn’t love me. I gave him as much, despite his empty words. Maybe that day would never come, and the damage had been dug in too deep. My poignant thoughts could’ve made a grown man weep.

  Cain spun around and snapped his fingers in front of my nose. “Dorian, come back to me.”

  His warm hands pried mine away from my face. Beautiful and rare, yet not quite exotic…those words described my Cain. He held traits reminiscent of a male Snow White and all the innocence of a cherub in those murky, golden eyes. Light reflected off them, and they came alive, melting into molten pools of caramel. Pale skin framed by wavy wisps of chestnut hair. Like a painting, I could have stared and studied his face for hours on end, for eternity.

  At my thoughts, Cain’s lips tilted, and he shook his head, trying to hide the blush coloring his cheeks. His powerful legs knocked me back into my chair. I said nothing, giving him control. He straddled my lap and yanked the hem of my shirt over my head. Deft fingers traced the lines of my abs, and he explored my body, leaving gooseflesh in his wake.

  We were alone. Heat penetrated the back of my head and streamed through the window. He touched my chest, his long fingers stroking through my hair. My stomach flipped, tugging from the top to my cods. How much more of his torture could I bare? Composure held-on by the grace of God himself. His fingertips tickled up and down my stomach, and a soft chuckle left my parting lips.

  Is his plan to tease me until I tear his clothes off and fuck him on my desk? I half-expected him to raise a brow or poke fun. Instead, Cain retreated from my lap, and his gaze swept over my body. Did I go too far? I kept forgetting his fragile state and chided myself.

  “Get up.” Smiling, Cain leaned his chin on his fist.

  I stared at him and blinked. Had he said get up or get out? No, he wouldn’t have kicked me from my own house.

  Again, he commanded, “Get up.”

  His forceful tone threw me off guard, and I gaped at him. He yanked me to my feet, courtesy of grasping the waistband of my jeans. The button popped free as I stared at him, both dumbfounded and reminiscent of the alcove. Aha, I lost my fedora there. Who knew that day would have led to Death falling for a Morning Star. A palm ran over my face hiding the goofy grin. No mirror needed.

  “You’re cute when you’re confused,” he whispered in my ear, and dipped his lips to my neck. “The world is going to shit around us, and all you can think about is fucking me.”

  My cock jerked against its fabric prison. Sex lingered on my mind, like his fiery fragrance, but it was no longer about the next score. Nothing would’ve made me happier than to wake beside him, to be with Cain, always.

  “But you want to coddle and protect me too.” He nibbled my skin, and a shiver erupted over my flesh. “You’re in way over your head, sweets.”

  “Keep talking.” I ached for his words.

  He enclosed his hand around my cock and stroked.

  “Mmm, just like that.” My breath gasped, and my cods grew heavy, filling with each velvety tug.

  “I’m the lucky bastard, who gets to love and save your sweet ass.” He kissed me, sucking my lower lip, until I had clutched his hips and twisted him around.

  “You can save me right now.” My hands tore his jeans to his ankles, and I widened his thighs. No accessible lube, except a bottle of hand lotion. I grasped it from my desk drawer, squeezed a generous amount into my palm, and worked the lubrication over my prick. Through this all, I waited for him to use the word and mentally reminded him of our pact. I loved him and respected him too.

  With my jeans kicked away, I leaned forward, kissing and caressing his cheeks.

  “Oh,” Cain moaned, as my tongue crept between his ass crack and caressed his sensitive bud. His hips gently rocked and swayed. “I need you inside of me,” he begged.

  I slid my fingers over his inner thighs, stroking just shy of his swinging cods, noting each moan or movement he made.

  “Now.” Cain folded his body forward and shoved his ass toward my face. His hips still rocked and arched as he ground himself against my face while stroking himself.

  I eased a glistened finger into his tight hole and moaned, plastering kisses over his skin. “Patience, babe.”

  Cain thrust himself against my finger in response.

  “This angle won’t do.” I wanted to watch him and see the expression of pleasure wash over his beautiful face. The way he nibbled his bottom lip drove me wild. I withdrew and scooped him into my arms, not allowing him a moment of protest.

  I carried him upstairs and into the bedroom. His ruddy cheeks enhanced the freckles sprinkled over the bridge of his nose. Amusement colored his muddy eyes.

  What was he thinking? I planted us on the bed, Cain on top of me. He didn’t miss a beat, his strong thighs falling to a rest over mine, and his feet crossed behind my back. I brushed my hands through his mousy, tasseled hair, pulling his face closer. His lips captured mine. Passion tore and melted away his restraint, his body steadying and his shaking ceasing.

  “You can retain control, and I can still see. If it’s too much, tell me to stop, babe.” I wasn’t sure what reaction he would give me.

  Cain whispered, “I don’t deserve you,” and pressed his lips to mine before I had time to retort the claim.

  I didn’t deserve him. The monster lived inside me, no him. The warmth of his tongue slid into my mouth. I clutched his butt cheeks, lifted him, and lowered him over my cockhead, the sensation sending shivers deep into my belly. But he didn’t cool the flames. Flurries ignited and seared me from the inside out. The firmness of his lips stiffened, and he gasped against my mouth, but when I tried to pull away, Cain moved with me.

  His body trembled, and his fright cut. I wanted to hold him to my chest and promise him everything would be okay, but he wouldn’t let me go.

  My hands slid light touches over his hunched shoulders an
d along his spine, soothing and chasing the demons away. Inch by painfully slow inch, he descended over my shaft.

  “I love you,” I whispered against his mouth between kisses. “Babe, fuck me...you feel good.”

  He rocked his hips, adjusting to me. “Love you too, sweets. Show me...show me how good I feel.”

  With slow, teasing thrusts, I matched his movements pushing me closer to release. My mind backpedaled and tried grasping onto anything but him. Each plunge into his snug hole towed my cods tighter against my taint. Each motion rubbed the thick vein, heightening the quivers rushing over my skin, like a pulsating electrical current. Out of breath, Cain pulled away, and my hands rubbed over his erect nipples vying with my body for any distraction.

  “Sweets,” he said.

  And I glanced at his face. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and I was a goner, lifting him up and pulling out, just in time to explode over his rigid cock and chest. “Fuck,” I said, slamming my head back into the headboard, and covered my burning face with my arm.

  Cain laughed and slanted over me. He shoved my arm from my face and pecked my burning cheek. “Well one of us got what he wanted.” His gaze drifted to his hard dick resting on my spent cock. Mischief sparked in his eyes.

  I scooted until I was lying down. What exactly did I unleash?

  “Lay down.”

  “I am lying down.”

  “So, stay there.” He rubbed my seed over his length and slimed a glob over my hole. “Now, you can watch.” Cain raised my legs onto his shoulders and tucked my knees toward my chest. He entered me in a swift stroke.

  “Oh shite,” I cried, clenching his cock with my ass muscles and my toes curled. “Right there, babe.”

  Cain smirked and repeated the action. “You like that?” He stilled before nudging and teasing me with his miniscule strokes. “Beg.”

  “Fuck me,” I whispered, not recognizing the drunkenness of my own voice.

  Cain cocked his brow. “You call that begging, sweets?”

  “I need you, babe. I love the way your cock fills me. Never again do I want anyone else buried inside of me but you. You have ruined me, Cain, and I love you more than I love anyone, or anything, in this fucked up world, so you better live up to that shite.”

  He chuckled, rubbing his smooth hand over my neck. “Damn, you’re too cute. C’mere,” he said, but I didn’t budge. Cain eased his member over my prostate again, rotating, and he nibbled his thick lip. Beads of sweat dampened his brow, thrusts increasing. “You feel incredible.”

  My hands rubbed his thighs. Twisting my torso, I reached between us and caressed his balls. As he grew closer to release, I twisted my upper body again—to improve my range—and managed to wiggle two fingers into his tight ass.

  “Right there,” he half-moaned. Cain’s eyes rolled back into his head.

  I fingered him, feeling for his sweet spot. “Babe, I love you.”

  His driving quickened, curses rolled in breathless waves, and his breathing turned ragged. Every muscle tensed. Screams ripped from his mouth, and Cain squirted his release, spasming between my fingers and my ass. Too much passion, as his fiery aroma filled the air. He pulled out.

  “Fuck,” the strained cry ripped free from my mouth. My body griped his cock and held him hostage.

  He collapsed the moment my cheeks released, and his lips skimmed over my sweaty chest. My heart about pounded out of my ribs.

  “I needed that more than I realized,” he said

  Everything I need lay in my arms.

  “Love you too.”

  My hands stroked through his damp hair, and Cain nuzzled my chest. Clarity buzzed through my sleepy mind. Screw my family for not realizing the importance of our solitude and connection. Screw Cain too for not recognizing his importance to me.

  Pressure built around my brain; he was listening.

  “You okay with that?”

  “Yeah, babe,” I lied. Maybe one day I would be okay with him hearing my thoughts, but it would take time.

  We had a larger problem.We meaning my family and the fiasco of a circus that had paraded into my office. I agreed with them on the magnitude of the world’s issues, but my family was wrong about storming in, guns a blazing. Innocent lives mattered, not only to Cain, but to me too. Yeah, I would have to figure out a way to save us all and bring down the south.

  I rubbed his neck, allowing my fingertips to knead into his flesh. But I wanted my time with Cain. Without him, the world simply wasn’t worth saving. He squeezed me tighter and kissed my chest.

  The problems we all faced were two-fold, though, and the primary decision was deciphering who or what needed to come first.

  Petre…the odd created vampire was my second problem and his brother. Two marked souls roamed Earth. Nikolai was mine, but not Petre, not in the sense of Sheol. How important was he to the overall mission? He was one man, albeit a decent one.

  Cain interrupted my thoughts, saying, “One man that managed to free a handful of brothels.”

  “True.” My hand skirted down Cain’s neck, and he sighed, clutching my ribs tighter. “But how much was Tomas with the mind reading thing?”

  The mere thought of either them pulling off brothel raids still baffled me. And to what purpose had Jules left them unattended? What role had Korrigan played? She had said Jules had housed Lily and her together.

  Cain said, “I do think you’re both right, though. The mind reading would help sort friend from foe…pity Petre doesn’t have the ability.”

  But why had the agent appeared torn? Did the agent’s strange behavior even matter? Oh crap, I hadn’t told Cain about him yet. A beautiful surprise it would be for both men to see one another after all the years spent apart. His reunion with Korrigan wasn’t grand, but we had entered during a tense argument, and he hadn’t recognized her.

  “Another surprise? I still can’t believe she’s Angelica.” He rested his chin in the crook of my chest.

  If I lingered too long, we’d never leave the bed. My brows twisted. “Didn’t think you noticed her.” My thoughts strayed to Korrigan. Why had an Elioud become a vampire? They didn’t age and were immune to sickness and disease. Her size baffled me too. Elioud were large, but she was more childlike in her build.

  “It’s not easy to fathom. The spell, I don’t know. I believe in magic, obviously, but what my mother did was some heavy shit.” His fingers walked over my pecs. “Her size is strange, but not really. Jules…he wasn’t all that different from Boric in his tastes, except he preferred girls to boys. Maybe she was threatened or close to death? We can die you know.”

  Snorting, I stroked my chin. “There’s more to their story, and I won’t budge until I figure it out.”

  Cain rolled over, laughing and tossing his head. Damn if he were not a glorious distraction…I followed, holding him, and rested on my side.

  “You can’t be serious.” His gaze glided down my body, to where my hard cock rested between our stomachs, and I flashed a sheepish smile; my body twitched as he crawled closer.

  Cain sighed. “Remember the day we met?”

  “Hard to forget, seeing as you kicked my ass into next week.” Cain alone had made the day unforgettable. I hadn’t believed in love at first sight, but that moment connected us for eternity. All it had taken was one glimpse into his eyes.

  “Yeah,” he rubbed his neck and eyed me, “I’m sorry about that, sweets.”

  Heat filled my cheeks, even though this wasn’t the first time he’d called me an endearment. I liked when he did.

  “I wanted you, then, but I wasn’t ready.” He flipped his back to me, but twisted and glanced at me over his shoulder; his nostrils flared. “I’m ready now.”

  Cain unwrapped himself from my arms, crawling away on all fours and peeked at me through his legs. I stared, half-stunned, my hand stroking my cock. A low growl released from his thick lips, and I fumbled, reaching into the nightstand for lube, but my eyes never left him.

  “Hurry,” his ass sho
ok in the air, “I need you inside of me again.”

  The bottle clattered to the floor when he said those words. Words I had longed to hear. Cain needed me as much as I needed him.

  He wiggled again, and I scurried between his legs. A groan released as my tip pressed against him, and Cain squirmed his ass back. My eyes rolled into my head, stars, fireworks, who the hell knew what I saw, but the lights blinded me, wrapping and caressing my cock in their flashy seduction. My body and mind fought for dear life to hold on. He withdrew and slammed himself back again. Cain rode me hard, and if he didn’t slow down, I would explode.

  I grasped his hair and pushed on his shoulder blades, but it was of no use. His ass continued its grinding onslaught over my cock and my insides churned, boiling to the point of no return. If you cannot beat them, join them. “You want rough?”

  He breathed his reply, “Yes…”

  “You want hard?” I asked, unbelieving he was my shy Cain.

  Cain’s hands curled in the sheets, and he spat, “I. Said. Yes.”

  I pulled out; my cockhead nestled between his cheeks. Cain whimpered softly at my head rubbing against his entrance. The sounds stirred a primal need much like our alcove rendezvous, and I fought to think of anything but his sweet ass, smile... No, baseball, mountainsides, snow… But his noises and begging brought me back, closer to release, and I wasn’t even inside of him.

  His rigid cock dangled between his thighs, and I grasped the smooth heat in my palm, squeezing, as Cain pled, “Dorian, I need you.” His brown hair tossed back and forth. He fisted the bedding.

  Once the urge to erupt subsided, and I had bought more time, I ran my hands over his cheeks. Spreading them wide, cupping, and slapping his flesh until the pale white surface was marred pink. My lips followed, cooling the heat. When he thought my playful torture was over, I spread his round cheeks wide and thrust my tongue over his wrinkled bud.

  Cain’s back arched, and his head flung upward. A throaty moan shot from his lips and he panted hard. “Oh shit.” His fist slammed against my bed. “Stop torturing me,” he whined.