Of Dragons & Vampires

Chapter Four

EVANDER:

Evander heaved, the remaining contents of his dinner splashing into the toilet. This was not happening, this could not be happening. He would not marry him, he couldn't. He still remembered the broad smile Mordecai had sent his way upon the revelation, his eyes glinting. Evander had torn his eyes away to the ecstatic faces of his parents. He knew what they were thinking. They were now tied to Vampiric royalty, enhancing their reputation even further. Their youngest son would be a Heridicles. Next, he had looked at his friends. Charvi was pale, her eyes wide and mouth trembling. Jack stared at him, his face white and emotionless. Brae had looked as though he wanted to leap onto the platform and tear the parchment to pieces.

Evander hadn't stayed to talk. As soon as Atlas declared the celebrations to begin, he had made a beeline for the men's toilet, where he was now throwing up anything and everything in his stomach.

God. He would die before he let Mordecai lay a hand on him.

Standing, Evander left the sanctuary of the stall for the sink, rinsing his mouth out with cold water and splashing some on his face for good measure. He had to speak to Damien, Damien would get him out of this mess. He had done so since he was little and Damien would lift him up onto his shoulders, ready to cause mischief but always protect him from it.

Damien it is. Evander straightened his jacket and turned to leave, only for the bathroom door to swing open to reveal the smug face of the last person he wanted to see. Mordecai.

"I thought we'd have a minute alone...to talk." Mordecai smiled, closing the door behind him and walking towards Evander. He towered over him, an arm's length away.

"You are going to be mine. Its bound in blood. " Mordecai moved to grab Evander's chin, his grip tightening painfully as the other boy tried to pull away. "I've tolerated your disrespect because of the respect I have for your family, and for you. But you no longer belong to them." Evander supressed a whimper as Mordecai forced his face up, their eyes meeting. "You belong to me. You are to be my husband and you will honour me in a way a husband is to honour his superior. Do you understand?"

Evander glared.

"Do you understand?" Mordecai snarled, shaking Evander's roughly.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Good boy. You're learning." Mordecai released his chin, stepping forward until he pressed Evander into the sink. He couldn't supress the flutter of arousal that began in the pit of his stomach at having Evander Aetos completely trapped before him, a scene he had only imagined while lying in bed at night. Until now.

"I meant what I said before," he began, "You will want for nothing. You will be provided for and looked after, you'll have the best of everything. But you will know your place. You will obey me in all things, you'll be available to me body and soul whenever and for whatever I want. Do you understand?"

Evander wanted to scream. And cry. And knock that satisfied smirk off Mordecai's face but it was helpless. It would spell the end for his family, the death of them and him. He couldn't do that, he wouldn't do that. Especially not to his siblings.

"I understand, my lord." Mordecai smiled, his eyes trailing Evander's athletic body. God, the boy was divine. He was tall, not as tall as Mordecai himself but tall enough. His body athletic and muscular, but not overly so. Mordecai almost pinched himself, Evander was perfect. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to his fiancée's neck, ignoring how he stiffened. Evander would warm up to him, if not he would remedy the problem with simple charm from a Witch. They were not hard to find in the supernatural world. But he would rather break and submit such a treasure without the intervention of magic.