Twisted Protector

Silver Lies

(Brady's POV)

A familiar smell caused equal panic and arousal all at once. Brady ran the moment he locked eyes with Greyson, knowing that his life was on the line. How did he locate him? It had been years since he had seen the other male, and he needed to keep it that way. Being a werewolf made him fast, but the man who once owned him was a vampire. That made the odds heavily unfair for Brady.

Had he been around people, it probably would have been easier to ditch the other guy. Unfortunately, he had to be the dumbass walking around a deserted park. By the time he decided to veer for the woods, he felt weight taking him to the ground. A holler escaped his lips. He could not help it as he struggled to get free.

"Let me go!" The snarled words got a hiss in return. Automatically, his body wanted to submit to the sound, show that he wasn't a threat, and to be a good slave. Years of this "training" would have that kind of effect on someone.

A collar was clipped around his neck, and he knew it would keep him weak. Enough that it would prevent him from even turning to his wolf form. Fuck! The realization made him struggle again. He could not go back to captivity.

A hand fisted his dark hair and pulled his head up. The yank was painful, but Brady didn't call out in pain. Hazel eyes stared at him harshly and familiar, but time made it hard to believe.

"I almost thought I lost you for good, pup." Even though his words contained no threat or insult, the coldness in Greyson's tone spoke volumes. Brady wanted to run and couldn't hold back a flinch. For the first time since they were children, he actually feared the one he was supposed to call master.

Hands grabbed and yanked him off the ground, and his stomach met Grey's shoulder. The rough impact made him inhale sharply, and he growled from the treatment. He started to claw at the other man's back, hoping he might get loose.

A whimper came out when he was bit harshly on his exposed hip. He tried to roll, but the hold had no give. A loud exhale was given as he realized how fucked he was. "My wolf should have bitten you." He griped at him, even though he would never mean it. Even in wolf form, he was always careful with Grey.

That was a mistake the moment it came out, though. Greyson would not take well to any threat...a death threat was even worse. The warmth of his shoulder was taken away as Brady found himself in front of the dominant male. There was no time for him to look around, Greyson had his hand around his throat instantly. Brady froze, his heart hammering away as he met hazel eyes with his blue.

"You always have to ruin shit with your mouth, Brady." He tried to suck in air, but the grip stealing it wasn't lenient. Blackness played at the edge of his vision before it overtook him completely.

Brady gasped for air when he came to, his eyes opening to see what was wrong. Confusion hit him hard at first until he remembered why his throat hurt so much. Greyson...He was nowhere in sight.

His hands were stretched above him, shackled in handcuffs that chained him up. His feet could touch the ground, though, so it wasn't overly painful. He twisted to look around more, and his heart nearly stopped when he spotted silver tools. Fear caused him to yank on the chains hard, but there was no give.

A desperate moan barely made it up his throat, the painful reaction a reminder of being choked. It wasn't an uncommon thing for Greyson to choke him, but it had never been that rough before. Brady was coming to an understanding of just how pissed off Grey was.

"I haven't even touched you yet, and you're moaning." The snide remark caused him to lurch forward in shock. It had come from further behind him, Greyson was here after all. Brady stayed facing forward and remained quiet at the jab.

Tension was heavy in the air, and it grew suffocating the longer it stayed silent. His feet were barely able to go flat, let alone take a step, and he could not move away. The sudden ripping of his shirt made him clench his jaw. The vampire was up to something.

He let his head fall forward when he felt Grey's hand roaming his exposed skin. He had no marks or scars that slaves sometimes did. At least not yet. Those silver tools could change that easily.

"Why did you run? Give me a reason for your desertion." How could he feel so much guilt over Grey's gritted out words? He had been his fucking slave! It wasn't like they could actually matter to each other. His feelings alone called him a liar. The nails that scraped his back got a shiver. "It doesn't matter." Brady muttered, trying hard to remain indifferent.

He tried to lean forward again as a startled grasp left him, the sudden pain unexpected. It wasn't unbearable. The gloves had very little silver at the fingertips, but it was enough to give a burning sensation. This was a punishment he was very familiar with, and he could not stop himself from getting hard.

He bit his lip to keep quiet, torn between groaning and crying out for mercy. Grey knew his body so well from years of being together, and Brady felt at a disadvantage. "Leaving me without protection doesn't matter?" The low voice scared him. The gentle sound could not hide the anger coming off Grey in waves.

A harsh breath was sucked in, his stomach tightening to show his abs, as the vampire purposefully ran his gloved fingers over his nipple. His eyes closed while his head rolled to the side, even as he tried to breathe evenly. The nips at his neck were meant to be a dominant act, but his body registered it as pleasure. His hips jerked forward against his will, but his focus was on the gloved hands now. Grey was playing dirty by slowly rubbing them up and down his chest. Each time, he went lower until he was just above his pants.

"Greyson..." He trailed off, stopping himself from begging. Brady licked his lips, feeling the abuse he did from biting it. He looked to Grey's face when he came around, noting that his own shirt was off, too. It wasn't an uncommon sight. He didn't like getting his clothes dirty.

"Did you want me killed pup?" Greyson hissed this at him, clearly upset even after all this time. Brady shook his head vehemently, words failing him. Not that he wanted to discuss this anyway...

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