The King's Pet

Chapter 13

. ..𓂃 ྐ❤︎ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ´ཀ'

"Scared, Lucas?" Bruce asked, his voice a low rumble that filled the silence between them.

He didn't respond, but his body did-a slight tremble, almost imperceptible. He knew better than to run; the enchantments woven into the very fabric of Bruce's mansion ensured it. He watched, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, as Lucas took a step back, only to halt as if hitting an invisible wall.

"You can't escape, Lucas. This is your world now," Bruce continued, his gaze never leaving his form. "You are legendary, a true vampire born, not made. Do you understand how rare you are?"

Lucas remained silent, his eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance. It was delicious.

He squared his shoulders then, as if finding some inner reserve of strength. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice steady despite the clear signs of his fear.

"Everything," Bruce replied simply. "And you will give it to me, willingly or not."

He studied him for a moment, his grey eyes roaming over his tense form.

"Strip."

"If you try to run, I'll make you kneel on glass. Now. Strip."

His tone left no room for negotiation. The game had begun, and there were rules to follow... or there would be consequences.

Reluctantly, Lucas began to undress. His hands trembling slightly as he reached for the hem of his shirt. He could see the tension in his muscles, the way Lucas seemed to brace himself for something more terrifying than any predator he might have faced in his centuries-long existence.

With a sigh, Bruce turned away, walking towards the decanter on the side table. He drew a small blade from his pocket and sliced his hand, watching as the blood pooled in his palm before dripping into the goblet. He added a few drops of alcohol for good measure and turned to face him, noting that he was still struggling with the simple task of removing his clothes.

Bruce walked up to him, hiding his bloodied hand behind his back, and offered him the drink.

"Here" He said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Drink this."

Lucas, hesitantly reached out and took the glass, their hands brushing against each other for a brief moment before Bruce drew away, to stand near the wall.

He watched on in silence as Lucas drank, watching as his throat worked as he swallowed.

He cleared his throat, drawing Lucas's attention back to him.

Go on.

Bruce, silently pleaded.

With a deep breath, Lucas started to unbutton his shirt, his heart racing as he does so. He slowly slid it off his toned shoulders, revealing his muscular chest. The sight of Lucas's heaving pecs and chiseled abs seemed to thrill Bruce. He motioned for him to continue.

Lucas unzipped his pants, pushing them down his legs, along with his underwear. Once they were off, Bruce looked at him again and let his eyes trail over his body, his gaze lingering a bit too long on...certain...parts of his body.

"You are a feast for the senses, aren't you, Lucas?" Bruce murmured, his voice thick with desire.

After a long moment of silence, Bruce spoke up. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He nodded, gesturing towards the bed.

Lucas, hesitantly stepped forward, his hands clasped infront of him, trying to hide himself from Bruce's intense gaze.

Bruce watched as he laid down on the bed, his body vulnerable and exposed. The thought of fleeing, he could see it in his eyes, but he remained where he was, obedient, although terrified.

The sight of him, laid out before Bruce like a gift, made his heart race and his pants grow tight. He shrugged off his robe, letting it fall to the floor before he approached the bed, his footsteps silent against the hardwood floor. His eyes roamed over Lucas's body shamelessly as he got closer.

Bruce knelt behind him, his knees on either side of his body, trapping him beneath Bruce. His hands came to rest on his hips, his fingers digging into his skin. "Don't move," He ordered.

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