The Dire Choice (Otherworld Series #7)

Chapter 28- Shaw/ Ben.

--The Present--

It was easy to find the servants that had been forced to shut up. Benjamin Lancaster, ever the organized billionaire had a handy book of all the people who had ever worked in the Lancaster household. Shaw had even checked for Munroe's name, just to be sure that Benjamin hadn't been lying and that she really had died before Bethany's birth. A red 'Deceased' stared back at him, making him sweat.

Without question, after witnessing the Dectective's outburst, Benjamin had followed all the orders, for a guy who usually gives the orders, he was surprisingly obedient and a quick worker.

With Benjamin's help, Shaw slowly collected enough evidence against Richard Lancaster and the uncouth things he had done. Witness evidence would make a big deal in court, but Richard Lancaster was a very influenced man, he could easily use his money to escape easy.

Hence, Shaw now sat before Benjamin, in the quaint little sitting room again, staring into the other male's eyes, nervous, eager to blow up the case.

If you wanted to beat one influenced man, you gotta have another in your corner. It was rule number one in the royal life, apparently applied even in the mortal world.

"You finally gonna tell me what's been going on with you the past few days?" Ben asked, raising one perfect eyebrow.

Sudden heat filled Shaw's veins, he panicked, Not now! Not here! He cursed suddenly standing up, going to the window, trying to clear his breath.

He'd been away from Dinhae for so long, he'd been avoiding the mating periods, this was his punishment for not returning home, a fucked up version of heat, catching him unawares, anywhere, at anything. It was the reason he stayed up at night, the reason he didn't eat. He was a danger to anyone close to him, a monster much like Richard Lancaster, overcome by lust.

He gasped when a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Bradshaw?" Benjamin sounded uncertain, unlike his usual confident self.

"What's wrong?" He placed shivering hands on the sill, holding tight, so that he wouldn't jump the guy.

"I would suggest you leave, Mr. Lancaster."

Benjamin cleared his throat, taking his hand away from Shaw's shoulder. "Might I remind you that this is my house?"

Heat spread from his chest, his cock tightened with sudden aching need, Shaw closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, he tried to think of food, of beds of...of home.

Big mistake, thinking of Dinhae only made him ache more.

His knees buckled. He fell, Benjamin shouted out his alarm but caught Shaw under one shoulder. He managed to bring him back to the couch and plop him onto the soft surface.

Shaw groaned, his erection noticeably visible. Benjamin's eyes landed on the tent in the other male's pants and he looked away, blushing.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked, nervous, the heat in the room palpable.

"What's going on?"

Shaw groaned, his cock spurt pre cum, his pants getting wet.

Ben could only stare, horrified suddenly as he felt his own cock rise in reaction to the delicious scent that suddenly took over the room. He was straight! He'd never in his life had any in-the-closet feelings, seeing other men gave him no sexual feelings. He like his woman, damm it, what was this reaction.

He looked down at his betrayer cock, "Get the fuck down." He ordered it, but his cock was no employee who would scurry away to obey his orders.

Shaw groaned, covering his groin with his hands as he spoke. "Leave, please, leave!"

"You need help! Tell me what's wrong with you!"

Why the hell was he so persistant? But Ben felt like he was doing the right thing, for once in his life, he was not going to abandon a person who needed him. He'd abandoned his mother, he'd abandoned Beth. No, even though he didn't know this guy, he would do anything to help him.

This could be his chance at redemption, his chance at inner peace.

"Please! No!!" Shaw groaned, his face suddenly turning bestial.

He suddenly yelled in an inhuman roar, his hair turning white, a pale white, two black horns sprouted out from his head, curving back seductively, his eyes opened wide, canary yellow, pupils: two snake-like slits. His mouth opened wide in a soundless scream, long fangs, pointy weapons, sprouting out, his clothes tore as his body stretched, his skin turned black, freckle like white spots spread out over the brig of his nose, his claws extending, a tail sprouting, tearing pillows and parts of the couch.

Ben backed away, scared but in awe at the same time, the creature that had been the thin, randy Dectective rose above him, snarling and drooling.

"Mate!" It said, it's speech garbled, it's voice inhuman.

When it attacked Ben, he prayed for a quick death, asking himself why he hadn't listened to the Dectective when he'd told him to leave, cursing himself.

But the creature did not kill him.

No, it tackled him to the ground, tearing away clothes, extending a long, speared tongue to flick at the tanned skin that was revealed.

"Ah!" Ben moaned, heat licked at his skin, his cock rubbing against the other bigger cock that brushed him. He moaned, closing his eyes, shame filling him.

He....He liked it!

He was...he was going to be raped...and he liked it.

The creature tore away his pants, its tongue licking brown nipples, nails gently digging into ripped muscles, a perfect six packed chest. Ben gasped when that demonic hand wrapped around his dick, tugging and jerking, thumb circling over the wet head.

"Ah..." he groaned, glad that his staff was given an off day, that no one could see, that he was...he was...was it even rape if he was enjoying it?

He wasn't supposed to! He was not gay, but it felt so good! So good.

His eyes rolled up into his head as the monster's tongue inched closer until yellow snake eyes looked right into his.

A chocked voice emerged from its throat. "I'm...sorry." That was the last he heard from Shaw before the creature took over again.

Ben was turned over, his behind was pulled into the air, his ass was laced with pre cum, a big cock smeared the liquid all around, he groaned, this time in pain as a monster cock suddenly invaded his ass.

The hand reached down and circled his own aching cock, squeezing, stroking, making him feel good even as he was taken against his will.

The friction at his ass, the feeling of a cock inside him, the hand tugging at his erection, "Oh!"

He felt his ass clench, his cock twitch in that hand, he groaned his release, staining the carpet and his chest with his cum, at the same time, the creature at his back gave out a loud bellow and bent Ben over, thrusting in and out frantically, yelling it's own release, filling his ass with cum, making his sputter at the feeling of fullness.

It then slumped over him, slowly turning into Bradshaw McAllister, his cock still in Ben's ass, still leaking cum.

His hand slumped as it slowly turned human again, hitting the coffee table, dropping the recorder that sat there.

The play button hit the floor, starting up the various recordings saved on the Dectective's device.

"It had been three years since I worked for Mr. Richard Lancaster. I had seen many horrid things over the years, but nothing like what he did to that poor girl." A female voice said, weeping softly.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened that night?" Shaw's recorded voice asked.

"I can tell you everything. I will tell you everything."

And she did.