I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 67: Chapter 67

Lysander’s pov

I think Drake was determined to break me out of my shell. After making me cum just by drinking his blood, he took it a step further by bringing me outside to an event.

The floor of the underground ballroom reflected the dim, blood-red chandeliers above like a mirror of dark ice.

I walked half a step behind Drake, my bare feet silent against the stone. I wore a sheer black silk tunic that fell past my hips, unbuttoned at the collar to leave the base of my throat entirely exposed, showing off the faint, dark violet bruised ring where his teeth had claimed me.

Beside him, my body still hummed with the faint, euphoric residual vibration of his blood in my system, making my skin overly sensitive to every stray draft in the vast space.

The room was filled with the elite of the city’s ancient families. Elegant, pale figures drifted through the shadows in expensive tailored suits and couture gowns, sipping dark liquid from crystal flutes. Scattered among them were humans, dozens of us wearing delicate gold collars, kneeling beside leather armchairs or carrying trays, their eyes wide, glassy, and completely docile.

I stayed close to Drake’s side, my fingers lightly catching the hem of his coat whenever a passing shadow lingered on us for too long.

"Stay close, Lysander," he murmured. He didn’t look down at veteran eyes, but his arm stayed firm against my shoulder, his presence casting an absolute, suffocating shield around me. "You are here to observe, not to be approached."

"Yes, master," I whispered softly, my pulse fluttering against my collarbone.

We stopped near a high arched alcove overlooking the central floor. Drake turned to speak with an older, silver-haired vampire regarding territory boundaries in the northern district. I kept my head bowed, my hands folded neatly in front of my tunic, trying to focus on the cold stone beneath my feet rather than the dozens of tracking, hungry eyes sweeping over my exposed neck.

"An exquisite pet, Balthazar."

The voice was smooth, slick, and uncomfortably close.

I flinched, my eyes darting up to see a tall, blonde vampire stepping out from the shadow of a marble pillar. He wore a crisp white suit, his eyes a pale, milky gold as his gaze roamed slowly down the line of my body, taking in the clothes, my bare legs, and the fresh mark on my throat.

Drake didn’t turn his body, but the temperature around us plummeted instantly. "Move along, Jude."

Jude didn’t back away. Instead, he took another slow step toward me, reaching out a pale, manicured hand. Before I could pull back, his cold fingertips brushed the edge of my jaw, tilting my head slightly to inspect the bite mark on my neck.

"Look at those eyes," he purred, completely ignoring Drake’s warning, his voice dripping with a sickening, patronizing appraisal. "So thoroughly broken. So completely pliant. The way he stands there waiting for your command... it’s delicious. I haven’t seen a human yield so beautifully in decades. What would it take for me to borrow him for an evening, Drake? Name your price."

In a split-second blur that tore through the quiet hum of the party.

There was a deafening crack as Drake’s hand clamped around Jude’s throat. Before the blonde vampire could even blink, Drake drove him backward with speed, slamming his head clean through the solid marble pillar behind us.

Stone exploded in a shower of white dust.

The entire ballroom went dead silent. The low murmur of conversation vanished instantly. Crystal flutes shattered on the floor as dozens of ancient predators froze in place, their crimson eyes wide with shock.

Jude choked, his milky-gold eyes bulging with unadulterated terror as his feet dangled three feet off the shattered stone floor. Drake’s fingers sank deep into his windpipe, crushing the flesh until dark, black blood began to ooze past his knuckles.

Drake’s eyes were blazing with a feral, terrifying crimson fire that seemed to consume his entire face. His fangs extended fully, glinting sharp and lethal under the red chandeliers.

"You dare," he purred, his voice dropping into a deep, guttural register that made the floorboards beneath us vibrate violently. "You dare touch what is mine?"

"D-Drake—" Jude wheezed, his hands clawing uselessly at Drake’s iron forearm, his body convulsing as Drake’s grip tightened, the bone in his neck beginning to groan under the crushing pressure. "P-Please—a mistake—"

"He is not a pet to be traded," Drake growled, his jaw snapping inches from Jude’s face, his breath wafting cold as ice. "He is my property. My blood. My soul. Touch him again, or even look in his direction, and I will rip your head from your shoulders and burn your remains in the street."

With a wrench of his arm, Drake threw Jude across the ballroom.

His body crashed straight through a heavy oak display table, skidding across the polished slate in a mess of broken glass and splintered wood, coughing up black blood as he curled into a terrified ball.

The ancient families stood frozen, staring at Drake in paralyzed awe.

Drake didn’t give the room a second glance. He turned on his heel, his crimson eyes locking onto me where I stood shaking against the wall, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. Without a word, his long, pale fingers clamped around my wrist in a grip of pure iron.

He dragged me out of the ballroom, through the dark private corridors, and straight into the waiting elevator.

We didn’t speak till we got home. The penthouse door hadn’t even fully clicked shut behind us before Drake spun me around and slammed my back hard against the cold wall of the foyer.

The breath exploded from my lungs in a ragged gasp.

"Drake—" I choked out, my hands flying up to rest against his chest.

His face was a mask of dark, possessive fury, his eyes glowing wildly in the dim apartment. He grabbed the front of the clothes and ripped it down the center, the fabric tearing loudly as it fell away, leaving my chest and stomach entirely bare against the freezing stone.

He shoved my knees apart with his thigh and pinned my hands above my head with one wrist, his body pressing into mine with a heavy, crushing weight that left no room for breath.

"You are mine," he growled against my ear, "Every inch of your skin. Every drop of your blood. No one looks at you. No one touches you."

"Yes—yes, master," I whimpered, my head rolling back against the wall as a sudden, dizzying rush of heat flooded my lower body. The display of his jealousy and dominance I had just seen shattered the last of my composure, sending a heavy, aching throb straight between my legs. "I’m yours... only yours..."

He said nothing to that, only unbuckled his belt as his cock sprang up. He shoved me to my knees stuffed his cock into my mouth.

I gagged on it, he thrust twice before he ripped it out of my mouth. He lifted me, my legs wrapping around his hips as he drove into me.

I let out a scream, my back arching violently off the cold wall as my fingers dug uselessly into his wrists pinned above my head.

I was wet so it was painless, my legs clutched tightly making me even tighter as he punished me with his pace. My back kept hitting the wall repeatedly and I knew I was going to bruise.

It was rough, merciless, and completely overwhelming, a raw, primal reassertion of ownership that filled me so completely my vision went spotty and dark.

He took me like a beast marking what belonged to him, crushing my body beneath his weight and the wall.

Midway through, as my head thrashed against the wall, Drake sank his fangs deep into the side of my neck, right over the faint, healing mark from before.

A sharp spike of pain shattered through my senses, instantly followed by the hot, euphoric rush of his venom flooding my bloodstream. I cried out, my voice cracking into a ragged, helpless sob of pleasure as he drank greedily from my throat, his hips continuing their brutal, relentless rhythm below.

My body went completely limp in his hold, my mind floating away on a wave of pure, narcotic bliss. I was being used, marked, and utterly claimed, reduced to nothing more than a shivering, weeping vessel for his possession and I loved every single second of it.

I was high on it.

When he finally came inside me with a low, inhuman growl, his teeth buried deep in my neck, my body shattered into a blinding, breathless climax that left me shaking hysterically in his arms.

I let out a guttural scream as my sperm spouted like a stream till it drained me.

Afterward, he slid out of me with a wet, heavy sound, letting my weak, trembling legs give out beneath me. I collapsed onto the cold slate floor, gasping for air, tears cutting clean tracks down my flushed cheeks.

Drake knelt beside me, his eyes slowly fading back. He reached down, his cool fingers gently lifting my face, his thumb brushing away my tears before tracing the fresh, bleeding puncture marks on my throat.

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