Page 124 of Alpha Heat
“Open the door, or I’ll fuck you right here,” Monhundy whispered in Xan’s ear, his voice sick with hatred and his big, hard cock rutting against Xan’s backside, scrunching up the back of Xan’s coat. “Want the neighbors to hear you squealing like a stuck pig? Want them to hear how you come for me, you unmanned piece of shit?”
Xan found the key. He stuck it in the lock. He turned it.
“Comeon,” Monhundy urged. “I’ll make you cry. Hurt you good. You’re gonna love it. Get the wolf-damned door open.”
Xan trembled all over. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and balled up his fists. He let his mind remember it all: every moment in Monhundy’s grip, all the times he’d thought he was going to die, the horrible orgasms, and the bitter self-loathing that filled him each time. He thought of the knowing, nasty gleam in Monhundy’s eyes when they met his across the meeting room tables in his father’s office.
The threats. The pain. The humiliation.
Dredging up all of Urho’s lessons, he rounded on Monhundy and punched him in the mouth, sending him reeling backwards. Pride swelled in his heart at the expression of shock on Monhundy’s face as he touched his fingers to his bleeding lip. And then his heart caught as Monhundy’s brows drew down, his bloody lip curled, and his fists came up.
Xan didn’t back down. He lunged at him, shouting, “Rape!Rape!”
Monhundy tried to grab Xan’s mouth to cover it, but Xan bit his hand and kicked his shins, fighting with every ounce of loathing he’d ever directed at himself. He spit, he punched, he bit, and hescreamed.
Monhundy came at him, but each time he tried to grab Xan, he’d leap back to avoid teeth, or nails, or the sharp edges of Xan’s elbows. This wasn’t what Urho had taught him. There was nothing gentlemanly about the way Xan fought now. It was pure rage and pain, and he channeled it on Monhundy in the loudest, most shocking way he could.
“Never again!” he screamed. “You won’t touch me again!”
Monhundy gasped as Xan bit his hand. Blood gushed into Xan’s mouth and he spit the metallic wetness of it out onto the rain-wet ground.
Monhundy gripped his bitten hand with the other, his face a mask of terror in the scant moonlight showing through the clouds. His hair was plastered on his head as the rain fell even harder, and Xan laughed. The slick, wet, wonder of rain washed away his last bit of fear.
“I’m unmanned, but I’m not your fuck toy to beat and abuse.”
Monhundy backed away, his cock still flopping around, his eyes wide and dark.
Xan stepped toward him. “You’re a coward. Fight me!”
Shivering, Monhundy shook his head. “You’re a lunatic. Crazy.”
“Crazy? No. I just have something to lose, Wilbet,” Xan hissed, drawing even closer. “Something. Big. To. Lose.” He had his life, and his love, and he wasn’t going to give that up no matter what. Not for Wilbet Monhundy. Not for his father. Not for money. He wasn’t a whore. He grinned, a mad sense of invincibility slashing through him like pain. “Try loving someone besides yourself sometime. It’s freeing.” He drew back his fist and took aim.
Monhundy ducked and shielded his face with his hands. “Stop,” he whimpered.
“And you know what people do when they have something to lose?” Xan sneered. “They get fucking honest, Wilbet. Really fucking honest.”
Monhundy blinked wildly. “Are you threatening me?”
“I don’t know, am I threatening you?” Xan yelled, a crackling madness zipping up his spine. “Do your parents know you’ve been out in Calitan looking for a prostitute? Does Kerry? Does he know about how you’ve fucked me and beaten me? Does he know how brutal you are?”
The whites of Monhundy’s eyes glowed in the moonlight, as the rain slapped the sidewalk around them. Lights flicked on in the houses across the street and next door. Windows opened. There came the sound of a door opening and shutting, and a neighbor yelling, “Hey, what’s going on over there?”
Monhundy retreated further, his cock shriveled but still exposed. Rain spitting down on him like even wolf-god despised the monster of a man. No, not a monster. A scared, ugly bully. A disgusting, but human, piece of waste.
“Leave Kerry out of this,” Monhundy snarled. “Or I’ll kick your ass.”
“Right, right,” Xan said. “Because who would believe me, right? Somehow I think Kerry would. There’s that birthmark. Right at the base of your dick.”
Monhundy licked his lips, the rain wet on his face. It looked like sweat.
Xan laughed, his mouth still tangy with the taste of Monhundy’s blood, his body singing with pain and power. “Thought you were going to hurt me?” he shouted. “Make me cry?” He laughed again and raised his face to the rain.
Monhundy yelled, “You’re crazy!”
“Come near me again and I’ll makeyoucry. I’ll make youpay.”
Monhundy didn’t wait any longer, looking around nervously, his body shaking. He ran to his car and started it. Xan laughed, raising his hands in the air, letting the rain fall over him. He walked into the middle of the street, ignoring the inquiries from his neighbors and the pain in his body from the punches he’d taken that night. He laughed and laughed. The water stung his face and exposed skin.
