Chapter 17.
"I'm glad that you still remember me after so long, Michaelis," Drake said, walking over to the bed and looking down at the shaking young demon. "I didn't think you would, actually, what with the centuries that have gone by since I last saw you..." He reached out a hand to touch Sebastian's shoulder, only to be thwarted when the smaller male back away.
"Don't touch me," Sebastian hissed, narrowing his eyes as he pressed himself against the headboard of the bed, glaring at the Demon Lord. "My Master never wanted me near you and we both know why he forbade you to come back to his manor. You brought it on yourself."
"Your Master is not here to protect you any longer, child." Smirking at his prisoner, Drake simply watched him; did the other truly think he saw safe cowering against that headboard? "Perhaps you should have gone with his servants instead of disobeying his order for you to return." Drake brushed back brown strands of his hair from his grey eyes so he could see more clearly. A decidedly evil glint could be seen within his eyes as he leaned in to where he was within touching distance. "Do you think you'll be forgiven for such disobedience? You didn't even consider that perhaps he wanted you back because you were in danger, did you, Michaelis? You really are just a child, aren't you?"
Contempt was the only visible emotion upon Sebastian's face, though inwardly, he was worried. His Master had been trying to protect him by having him return to the safety of his manor? Such a thought hadn't even occurred to him, for Sebastian had believed it was more due to the fact he'd never repaid his Master what he owed him. "When he finds out that you took me, I'd hate to be you," he replied, knowing it was true. "Even if he is angry with me and punishes me, he will not tolerate anyone taking one of his own, especially for the reason your servant told me of..." His voice was low and serious, though Sebastian had no idea if Drake was going to force him the way Timber had started to. He truly hoped not, for the only one he wanted to touch him was Claude, his bonded mate.
Sneering visibly, Drake shrugged. "That's the question, isn't it, Michaelis? Will he be angry enough with me for bringing you here to bear my seed that he'll forgive such insolence and disrespect from you?" Grabbing hold of the shirt that the slender male wore, he easily ripped the fabric apart, baring his chest and arms. He froze immediately, however, when he saw the marking upon Sebastian's shoulder, the red tattoo that showed so clearly on the pale skin.
The child had been marked and was bonded; that was a complication he didn't need or want. "When did you go into heat?" he demanded, fury flashing within his eyes. It was all too clear that it was too late this mating cycle to breed with Michaelis; the scent was not there any longer. No doubt, whoever had bonded with Michaelis had been the one to take his virginity and mate with him.
The anger that showed so clearly to Sebastian made him pale a little, as did the dangerous look in Drake's eyes. Counting back the days, he thought for a few moments. "If it is still the same day I was essentially drained into sleeping, then it's been about two and a half days, I think," he replied softly, glancing down at the remnants of his torn shirt. At least Drake hadn't continued; that relieved Sebastian somewhat. Maybe the mark of his bonding with Claude would be enough to keep Drake away until his mate could get here.
Drake was now extremely frustrated at this turn of events. He'd wanted to hurry up and plant his seed within Sebastian before anyone came to rescue him, but he'd gotten the timing all wrong. He'd already mated and might even be carrying the child of the one who'd gotten to him first. Anger radiated from him as he glared at his captive, even though it wasn't really Michaelis' fault. Demons didn't pick and choose when they went into heat, but it could be well over a year before he was ready to mate again. There was no way that Sebastian's master would leave him here that long and, though he was loathe to admit it, Drake didn't really want to have sex with the younger demon when he wasn't in heat. He needed the pheromones to get him in the mood for it, but he'd never admit it to anyone.
