Page 2 of The Blood Debt

"A bunny rabbit," Daley said, disgusted, and turned to look at Gabriel again. "This world is so fucking twisted."

"Maybe the bunny enjoys it," Gabriel interjected. "To each his own."

"To each his own, yeah, right." He was still angry, and he needed to shake it off before going back inside.

“Well, you look fucking indecent, man literal sex on a stick. So try to get laid tonight; I'm sure it will do you good and wear off some of that surly mood.”

“You better not let your beloved hear you call me sex on a stick.” He barked a laugh.

"Ben knows he's the only one for me; he has no worries. That man lights me up every time I lay eyes on him." Daley liked the omega wolf that bonded with his best friend. He was such a gentle soul; he balanced Gabriel's viciously brutal side. Gabriel was very lucky. Daley figured he could use a little balance himself, but it didn’t look like Fate was giving him a gift any time soon.

When Daley made it back to the bar, the place was hopping. Rex shot him a relieved smile, and Daley got back to work. It was more of the same: mixing drinks, making idle chit-chat, which he hated, and fending off the hands.

Everyone wanted to touch him, and it was his own fault. He thought going bare-chested would, like Gabriel had suggested, get him laid. But now that the offers had started coming fast and furious, he found himself unimpressed. Men, women, old, young no one did it for him, and he'd had every offer imaginable. Maybe he was tired, or maybe the Blood Rose was turning him off with too much activity and too many people.

He glanced around the main room several times but couldn't see the wolf and his pets, and wondered where they ended up; he also wondered why he cared. Then the crowd at the back thinned, and he noticed Orlov sitting with the small shifters splayed out around him. The big wolf’s mood did not appear to have improved; he was drinking heavily, but that usually didn't bother large shifters.

He was rough with the pets, but they rolled with it and purred under his touch. Orlov was skirting a thin line; play was okay on the main floor, but abuse, conceptual or not, would be shut down and moved to one of the back rooms. There was something about the whole scene that got Daley's anger churning. This was BDSM, mild BDSM, so why was he acting as if it should matter?

“That table in the back with the wolf shifters is getting lewd. The guard is openly fucking one of the pets while the boss watches." Rex said over the noise of the bar. Daley hadn't noticed, and that shocked him, but it was because he'd never taken his eyes off the pale little one with the white-blonde hair. The man was thin as a rail and pale as a ghost, but still radiated a striking beauty. He sat off to the left and looked uncomfortable with the activity at the table.

They were keeping to the back and in the shadows, but now that he saw it, the sexual activity was becoming blatant. He would wait for a complaint before sending a bouncer over to suggest a back room. The limits at the Blood Rose were pretty broad, and most activities received a pass, but the main room was public, and not everyone wanted to watch naked asses going at it while they drank their expensive scotch.

CHAPTER TWO

Bram was humiliated and degraded, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. It started in the luxury car on the way there. One guard rode in the back with them, and the other drove. Orlov had the fox brothers suck off the guard and made everyone watch and pretend to be entertained. Bram was expecting to have to service Orlov, but he preferred to watch on the way to the club, so there was no telling what lay ahead for Bram and the cat shifter.

The guard held one of the foxes with his left hand on their head, forcing him to take his cock deeper while he stuck his right hand in the brother's tiny shorts and roughly began playing with his hole. The brother was bouncing off the fingers and assisting with the suck off. The foxes were enjoying themselves; strangely enough, it didn't look to be forced or uncomfortable, which was fortunate for them.

Bram and the cat remained as expected casual, smiling from time to time and groaning when it felt appropriate, indicating they were part of the action. Orlov pulled on Bram's leash, forcing him closer, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his bare shoulder.

He was wearing the tiny shorts like the others but was allowed to wear a small, barely there tank top, whereas the other were nude from the waist up. Orlov didn't like his bony, sunken chest and thought it looked like he was starving. He continued to hold tight to Bram's leash, making the collar dig into his neck painfully.

“You do as you’re told and you may live through the night.” Orlov hissed into his ear. “I have no time for a plaything that fights with me, understood?”

Bram didn't speak simply dropped his gaze and nodded. Orlov didn't like them to speak; just listen and perform, otherwise there would be blood. Bram had been beaten several times over the past few days, nothing that showed, mostly bruises on his ass and upper thighs. They pulled up to a dark parking area, and all of them, including the two guards, got out and started walking towards the Blood Rose.

Orlov held their leashes and jerked on them periodically, nearly knocking them off their feet. "If you fall and mess up the outfit or bloody your body, I will kill you right here and leave your body for the vampires to find." He spoke to all of them, but it seemed personal since Bram was the one he was intent on jerking around. Bram got the terrible sinking feeling that Orlov had plans for him, and living through the night was not one of them.

The guard who'd gotten the blow job in the car was being attentive to the fox brothers, staying close in case they stumbled, and Orlov didn't mind the attention. They were the favorites right now, but that wouldn't last. The cat was keeping a very low profile so as not to be implicated with the fox brothers or the rabbit marked for death. The cat was smart.

He noticed someone standing at the back of the club in the alley smoking a cigarette. Bram could see the glowing end and wished he was as carefree as the man standing there smoking. He smelled vampires; there were several in the area.

Bram didn't have a lot of experience with the vampire species, but the Lord of their colony had always warned them against getting near them. They were advised to run and hide if a vampire was ever scented in the area. Bram wished he had the option to run and hide now, but he stumbled along as Orlov continued to jerk on his lead.

Orlov chose a corner booth in the back tucked into the shadows. He liked to be observed, but on his terms. Those who noticed them and what they were doing paid them rapt attention, just the way Orlov liked it.

There were two men seated at the table next to them. Bram scented them as wolf shifters. They were from a pack he couldn't discern, but they had the Alpha scent overlaying their own. They were watching intently as the guard who'd gotten the blow job grabbed one of the foxes and bent him over the table.

Orlov stopped the overt move and had the fox sit back on the guard’s lap instead so as to look innocent while the guard rammed his hard cock mercilessly inside him. The fox knew to control his features even as the guard tore into him. He had to show just enough to keep everyone enraptured but not enough to get them removed from the room. It was one of the first times that the fox did not look as if he were utterly enjoying himself. Orlov laughed and slapped the fox’s ass hard, leaving an angry red mark as he bounced on the guard’s lap.

The wolves next to them grew hungrier, and their stares were turning calculated. In order to keep the party going, Orlov tossed the cat's lead over to the wolves at the next table and winked. "Enjoy yourselves." He said with a sickening grin.

Bram felt horrible for feeling good that it hadn't been him who was given to the other wolves. They were all over the small shifter in an instant; there were hands everywhere, and the one held the lead in a grip so tight that the cat could not move his head, and Bram wondered if he could breathe.

His fear was evident, but no one cared, least of all those using him. He was placed much like the fox had been, with his shorts down and seated on the wolf’s lap as he fucked him hard under the table.

The cat kept his expression neutral because every toy belonging to the Syndicate knew that scenes and drawing the wrong kind of attention got you killed. Bram knew his turn for humiliation was coming soon, and his entire body began to seize up with the fear that filled him. He wondered how many of them would survive this night.