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Donovan sat up and shook with the pleasure of his feeding. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a one-ounce vial of Silverdust. “Drink this,” I commanded.
Donovan’s eyes widened when he realized what it was. He’d never had the pleasure of having to ingest the toxic substance. He was in for a treat. “Father, please. I know I fucked up. I know this and I am so damn sorry. I took your patience for granted, a stupid mistake I will never make again.”
I snorted. “Oh, I know you won’t. Still, drink it.”
I wasn’t going to tell him again, and if he refused or tried to weasel out of his punishment one more time, I’d find something else to torture him with. I believe he saw that in my expression, because he took the vial from me and twisted off the cap. Noel and the ginger whose name I plucked from his mind since he was now my grandson, Killian Lochlann, emerged from the bathroom. The newborn looked a little worse for wear, which was to be expected after evacuating all of his human waste.
Donovan swallowed the contents of the vial and then immediately gagged. He couldn’t scream, even though I knew he wanted to. The pain he was in was excruciating, something Noel knew quite well. Donovan thrashed on the bed, bloody vomit spewed from his mouth and he rolled around in it as his body continued to reject the poison.
“Fucking gross,” Killian said.
“Remember this night, Killian, for if you should decide to disobey me or your Father,” I pointed to Donovan, “you will also find out just how gross you can be when it’s in your system.”
“I didn’t ask for any of this,” Killian complained.
I rolled my eyes. “Fucking ingrates,” I grumbled. “You have been given a gift tonight, idiot. I would suggest you make life easier for yourself and appreciate it. Learn from Donovan, or suffer whatever consequence he deems worthy for you. Make no mistake, Killian, he is your Sire and you will respect and obey him.”
At least the newborn had the good sense to not try to argue with me. It took Donovan fifteen minutes to recuperate from the Silverdust and again, he was weak and whimpering from the extreme hunger. I beckoned for another human to come forward and they did. So easy to manipulate, sheep. I pulled Donovan out of his own muck and fed him the human male, who he drained dry as a bone.
When he was done, I lifted his bloodied face to mine. “My child, I do not take pleasure in hurting you, but I will never be disrespected or disobeyed. Never let this happen again.”
Donovan nodded and took my hand from his chin, turned it over, and kissed the ring on my finger. “I swear, Father. I will never disobey you again.”
I brushed my other hand over his messy hair. He was over four centuries old and here I was disciplining him as if he were a few days old. I was sure he’d piss me off again. But for now, I accepted his promise and apology. Maybe Ty had a point. If I had been face-to-face with Ara when I’d given him attitude over his newest edict, who knows what punishment I might have faced at over thirteen hundred years old? I pulled my hands away, then went into the bathroom to wash them as they were covered in Donovan’s vomit and internal flesh. When I walked out, he was walking in.
“I’m going to shower, if that’s all right to do, Father?” he asked, as humbled as ever.
“Of course. I’m going to leave you now, to feed yourself and your son. That is the only worth those humans you have will serve.” I looked him up and down and sighed. “I expect to see a well-adjusted vampire before the end of this month, Donovan.”
He nodded. “I will train him properly, Father. He will be worthy of your blood and your line.”
“I expect nothing less.” With that, I motioned for Noel to follow me as we still had unpacking to do back at my mansion and I had a wolf soldier arriving soon, per Kendrick’s orders. Having to take time out of my busy schedule to punish my four-hundred-year-old son annoyed the fuck out of me. But it was done. Now, we could move forward.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dominic
The cock in my mouth twitched as I sucked gently on the bulbous head. I took Lee down further, deepthroating him to the base. He moaned and pumped up his hips, face-fucking me. I knew he loved when I needed to feed from him. I switched, sometimes it was Omari, or a human. But it was unavoidable, I needed to devour the cum that would surely come spilling from his balls. And by the way Lee was gripping my hair and grunting, it wouldn’t be too much longer before he gave me a meal.
I had to admit, his spunk was the best. His werewolf blood mixed with his dragon essence nearly made me swoon each time I tasted it. I was working his balls and shaft when I felt the presence of Dante enter the room. I pulled back and turned, seeing him smirking as he walked toward my bed. I didn’t like that he’d caught me in such a position. On my knees, between Lee’s legs, his hard cock still in my hand as Lee leaned back on my bed, resting on his elbows. One of his hands resting lightly on the back of my head.
“Please, continue. Don’t stop on my account. Feed, son,” he said.
I felt awkward doing this act in front of him. I’d spent years protecting Dante from having to see me preform sex on men. I did it so we could survive. The fact that he was going to enjoy watching me give Lee a blowjob was a bit unnerving.
“I can wait,” I said.
“I insist. Finish sucking him off. Enjoy your meal, Dominic,” Dante said with a tone that told me it wasn’t an option. He settled into the chair across from my king-size bed.
“I’m close, Sir,” Lee said.
I didn’t bother to protest, it would only piss Dante off. I turned back around and sucked Lee’s cock into my mouth. I let him fuck my throat until he stiffened, roared in pleasure, and then shot his load all over my tongue, teeth, and down my throat. He’d pulled back just enough so the tip of his cock rested on my lips, making sure I could taste every drop of sperm he gave me. And, oh my God, it was ambrosia! I moaned as my eyes rolled up inside of my head. I savored every squirt until his balls were empty. He shook several times, huffing each time until he collapsed, completely sated on the bed.
I pulled back, licking my lips, then I sat on the edge of the bed, my head down, too shy, really, to look at Dante. “Sir?” I asked.
“Look at me, Dominic,” Dante commanded.
I raised my face and looked at him and his gaze was intense, his eyes smoldering in lust. I wondered if he was going to fuck me. Lord knows I wouldn’t be able to refuse, even if I wanted to.
