I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 99: Chapter 99

Lysander’s pov

Gideon was bound to a heavy wooden chair in the center of the cold chamber, his arms pinned behind his back with thick, spell-etched iron chains.

His hair was matted with sweat, a dark purple bruise swelling his jaw where Drake had struck earlier.

Drake stood three feet away, his broad back turned to the chair as he casually unbuttoned the cuffs of his dark dress shirt, rolling them up to his forearms.

"Lysander," he murmured, and turned his head slightly toward the door. "Go upstairs to our room. My guards will tend to your lip."

I stepped into the threshold of the cell, my legs still trembling slightly from the lingering shock, but I shook my head firm and clear. "No."

He paused, his glowing red eyes meeting mine in the dim torchlight. "You shouldn’t be down here for this, little bird."

"I want to see it," I whispered, my fingers gripping the cool stone edge of the doorway. "I want to watch him pay for everything he did to me."

Bound to the chair, Gideon let out a wet, raspy chuckle, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the cobblestones. "You think this changes anything, Lysander?" he sneered, his eyes bloodshot and crazy.

"You think breaking my jaw fixes you? I’ve got people waiting for me outside. The second I walk out of here, we’re going to finish what we started. You’re still just a community toy—"

Drake snapped his fingers twice, cutting Gideon off.

From the dark corner of the cell, a tall guard stepped forward, unlocking his phone. Without a word, the guard held the illuminated screen inches from Gideon’s face.

Gideon’s sneer froze.

On the screen was Matt and his four human companions scattered across the bloody carpet, their throats torn open, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles in a pool of dark, congealed blood.

Gideon’s breath hitched violently. He gagged, his stomach heaving as he jerked his head away from the gruesome image, his face draining to a sickly, ash-gray pale.

"They won’t be continuing anything," Drake said softly, his voice utterly devoid of emotion.

Gideon looked up, his dilated pupils wide with sudden, blinding terror. "Please..." he rasped, his arrogance completely evaporating into a desperate, pathetic whimper. "Professor Balthazar... please. I... I didn’t know you....! It was Matt’s idea! Forgive me—"

"It isn’t time for forgiveness yet," Drake interrupted coldly.

Drake reached into his coat, pulled out his own phone, and tapped a contact. He set the device upright on a small iron pedestal directly across from Gideon, tilting the camera lens so it captured the entire center of the room.

The screen flickered twice before connecting a live video call.

Darius’s face appeared on the display, sitting in his dimly lit, ruined study, looking haggard and exhausted.

"Why are you calling me, Balthazar?" Darius demanded, his voice flat and harsh over the speaker. "I have no business with you."

Drake let out a low, dark chuckle, leaning against the cold stone wall. "You don’t sound very grateful, Darius. Especially after I released your foolish ass from my territory two days ago."

"I’m not going to thank you for taking what’s mine!" Darius snapped, his jaw tightening. "Say what you have to say or turn this damn phone off!"

"I have a surprise for you," Drake said smoothly.

He stepped aside, opening the camera’s field of view.

On the screen, Darius’s eyes widened in sudden, horrifying recognition.

"Gideon?!" Darius yelled, leaning close to his camera, his voice pitching into a furious shriek. "You stupid, incompetent bastard! Why are you there?! What did you do?!"

"Dad—Dad, help me!" Gideon sobbed, straining against the heavy iron chains. "He’s going to kill me! Tell him to let me go!"

"You fool!" Darius roared through the speaker. "I told you to lay low! I told you to stay away from Lysander! You ruined everything!"

"Dad! Help me!" Gideon sobbed.

Drake pressed a hand to his chest, mocking a soft, tragic gasp. "Oh, stop... a family reunion. It’s so touching, really."

He turned his dark gaze away from the screen and looked at me. The look he gave me melted my skin away, the fear I felt earlier disappeared. It was followed by a heat courtesy of the mating bond.

He extended his open hand towards where I stood near the door.

"Come here, Lysander," Drake commanded softly.

I took a breath and stepped toward him. I placed my small hand in his large, warm palm.

Drake pulled me flush against his chest, his large hands coming around my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the edge of the heavy wooden table right beside Gideon’s chair, directly in full, clear view of the phone camera.

Gideon’s eyes bulged as he realized what was happening. "No... no, Drake, don’t—"

Drake ignored him completely.

He leaned down, his cool lips sweeping over my jawline, tracing the healing mark on my lip before sinking his teeth lightly into the soft skin of my throat.

A low, helpless gasp escaped my mouth as my body came undone from his fangs, pleasure running through me at the thought of what would happen.

Did he really intend to fuck me in front of my step father and his son? Was this to play with them or just to prove to them that they couldn’t have me?

It didn’t matter because just the thought of showing them up excited me so much that the thought of being watched didn’t bother me.

My spine curved as my back arched into Drake’s chest.

"Drake," I moaned out, I caught Gideon’s glare and smiled smugly at him. I wrapped my hand around Drake’s arm and licked the base of his neck.

Gideon thrashed around in his chains, "you son of a bitch, I am going to kill you."

Drake hummed, chuckling a little at the thought of the threat.

"Shut up and watch," Drake growled against my skin, his fingers working quickly at the buttons of his trousers. "I hope you are okay with this, little bird because I intend to show these two what I do to you every night."

He paused and stared straight at the camera, "I fuck his little ass and cum inside him. Do you know why, Darius?"

Darius said nothing but it didn’t bother Drake, "Because you are a creep and a pathetic coward."

He unzipped my trousers, pulling them down my thighs along with my briefs. My pale skin was exposed to their eyes but it only made me burn hotter, but Drake’s body was a roaring furnace against my front.

He guided my knees apart, spreading my legs wide over the edge of the table.

Darius’s shocked voice barked from the speaker: "Balthazar, what the hell are you doing?! Turn that off!"

"Do not end that call, Thorne or I will ram my cock into your throat till I wreck it. Be a good little lad and watch me fuck my mate," Drake purred into my ear, his voice thick with possessive malice. "Watch me turn your most treasured sex toy into a gold mine that squirts for me."

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