Page 34 of Bradi

Chapter Fourteen

Stegian tapped his fingers across his desk and let the information he’d been given sink in. His long nails scraped over the wood surface and he knew that if he chose, he could shred it with one hand, but why? He wasn’t a barbarian, a monster like the Commission had tried to make him out to be. No. He’d risen above their betrayal and had made an empire for himself. He’d taken this otherwise pointless planet they’d inadvertently exiled him to and made it a thriving home for others like him.

It would have been perfect too, if two men and their children hadn’t interfered.

Raiden Janelle and Chreathe Beauden had decided to rally against him, and lead the Shamenians and the supernatural traitors who had been aboard the vessels herded from Earth to fight him. Chreathe was a hard kill, but worth it in the end. Raiden, on the other hand, had proved to be a vital pawn in Stegian’s master plan, and he mourned the day that the werepanther’s ungrateful children had put him down.

Oh, he had been one to watch. His torture techniques proved to be most invaluable.

Stegian thought about Janelle’s children once more. Seven in all, they could have been the destruction of him and his men, especially since they had teamed up with Chreathe’s sons. Fortunately, one of Chreathe’s boys had been easy enough to mind control and had swayed to his side.

The other, Christian, now the Chieftain of the Shamenians, proved to be stronger than Stegian had bargained for. Still, his plans for the planet and then total universal domination were moving along accordingly. Stegian had managed to control Raiden long enough to see him send his sons away and destroy one of his own daughters.

Now, one of the Janelle boys, Bradiainn, was back—and mated.

How interesting.

He’d always found Raiden’s sons to be a unique challenge. They seemed to have more resistance to his psychic vampire commands than their father had and Stegian always loved a good fight.

“Master, I bring you your food.”

Stegian glanced lazily up at his loyal servant, Yunoc, and then to what would be his first meal of the day. A sexy, blonde werehyena stood before him. He couldn’t remember her name and it didn’t matter. He only wanted to fuck and suck her anyway.

“Come,” he said with a flick of his wrist.

The girl’s eyes widened, yet she came forward. Only wearing a collar, he could see her erect nipples and couldn’t wait to run his tongue over them. His cock stirred to life and he put his hand out to the girl.

“Take me in your mouth and give me your wrist,” he said, pulling his shaft free from his pants.

The girl moved forward and dropped to her knees, putting her hand up to him in the process. He licked along her wrist and found the perfect spot where her blood ran fast. He waited for her hot mouth to slide over his cock before he sank his fangs into her tender skin.

The girl sucked him sweetly, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock at random moments before deep-throating him. She was good at what she did, but his mind was preoccupied. At some point during the suck-off, he felt her loosening her grip on him, but he paid no attention.

His mind drifted back to Raiden Janelle’s children, and the news he’d just heard. He’d wanted to get his hands on those boys for almost a decade, and now it looked as though he would. Knowing that Bradiainn had mated made the deal even sweeter. Stegian now had the advantage he needed to bring another Janelle to his knees. It was almost too easy. The next generation of Janelles needed to be wiped out or controlled. He didn’t care which.

“Master,” Yunoc said.

Stegian looked down at the werehyena and released his seed into her mouth. She lay motionless, with her head on his lap, and he realized that he was still sucking on her wrist. Lost in thought about bringing the Janelle line to an end, he’d taken too much blood.

“Yunoc, get this whore off me and throw her to the wolves. They’ve earned a treat.” He motioned to the girl in his lap. “Oh, and bring me another girl. I feel the need to fuck something now. I’m horny. Death always seems to do that to me.”

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