“Do you think it was wise to let Gary drain him?” He strictly forbade draining a blood whore in his coven. It was the one rule Nicolono had kept after he’d killed the old coven leader. Blood whores were their lifeline, and killing one was counterproductive.
“No, sir.”
“But you did anyway. Gary was careless and now that reflects badly on you.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Hacen’s voice shook as he spoke.
“The one person that could lead us to the only male witch in existence and you let him die. You should thank the witch for bringing him back from death.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jules’ cock twitched against his hand and he wriggled around on Nicolono’s lap. Nicolono smiled as Jules’ face colored the prettiest shade of pink and the young man started to cry. He trembled in Nicolono’s arms. “It’s okay, boy. I won’t hurt you.” Jules’ cock twitched again. “To be so young as to get it up even when you’re terrified. You’re so very precious, young man. Would you like me to keep touching you?”
Jules bit his lip and wriggled around even more. Nicolono wrapped his hand around the semi-hard length. “My wife is very angry I found my true mate. She wants to kill you, I’m sure.” When Jules’ cock started to soften and he shook in Nicolono’s arms, he said, “Don’t worry, boy. She’s locked away and will soon be dead. She can’t hurt you. She’s just a witch, after all.”
Yes, his wife was a witch, like the male witch who’d slipped through Hacen’s fingers.
Nicolono kissed the place on Jules’ neck where he would soon bite. As soon as he seized the male witch and had him lift the dreaded curse.Just a quick peck so that he could smell the blood underneath the boy’s skin. He pulled away before he bit down. It wouldn’t do to use his mate as a blood whore.
Nicolono met Hacen’s gaze. “When was the last time you had sex, Hacen?”
“Several weeks ago, sir. I was in a bar and fucked a woman in the bath—”
“Do you think I want to know more about your sexual escapades that what I asked?” Nicolono’s voice rose with each word he spoke.
His hand stilled on Jules’ cock as he stared Hacen down.
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
He patted Jules’ backside with his free hand and said to him, “Wait right here for me and I’ll finish what I started.” He gave the cock in his hand one last squeeze before he stood, putting Jules on his feet.
Jules immediately grabbed his cock and held on to it as if it was his toy and he hated Nicolono touching it. Nicolono smiled his warmest smile. Jules started to tremble and then the tears flowed like water. His mate smelled of fear and Nicolono wanted to roll in it. Yes, he was rather fond of his new-found mate. He could already feel himself growing attached to him.
“Shall I have Thomas put a curse on you? Or maybe my wife would hobble you. She’s very good at causing pain with her damned curses.” Nicolono had always thought warlocks were the dark lords of the magical community, even the faeries had bowed to them. Of course, that was long ago, even before Nicolono’s time. Thomas had proved too weak to be a lord of anything. Still, he’d reward the little warlock and maybe keep him on for his own uses.
He turned back to Hacen, and his smile fell. “Do you know what it’s like to find your mate and not be able to bond with him?”
“No, sir.” Hacen took a step away from him. Hacen shifted his eyes downward as if the carpeting held something fascinating. Nicolono smiled inwardly at the telltale sign of a lie.
Nicolono leaned against the edge of the desk and folded his arms in front of his chest. “I would suspect not.” He eyed Hacen for the longest time without saying a word. “Did you know I can smell it when people lie, including you?”
Hacen shook his head, confusion clear in his expression.
“Yes, my mother said it was because my great-great grandmother was a wolf shifter.” Nicolono chuckled. “Can you imagine, a wolf and a vampire, a mated couple? My mother tells me it was a true mating. She could smell it when someone was lying as well, you see.”
“You killed the human that would help me bond with my mate.”
“That was Gary.”
“Gary is dead. Now his mistakes are yours.”
“The witch brought him back,” Hacen said as if it excused the fact that he let another member of the coven break coven law.
“And now he doesn’t trust me. He won’t even give my coven members his blood anymore. He’s certainly not going to give me information, is he?”
“Let me torture the information out of him.”
“You know I don’t like to get my hands dirty in that way.” He might hold a man against his will for a day or two to have some fun, but he always wiped their memory after he was finished with them.
