Dal gaped at him.
Brendallen laughed. “Did you think Jax was always like that? That he went looking for me because he needed someone to hit him? No, Dal. I seduced him and then I turned him into my little monster. What's so delicious is that it made you into me.”
“No, it fucking didn't!” I growled. “You're a sick, rapist bastard who will betray his own people while Dal is a man of honor.”
Brendallen laughed again, scathingly. “You really are stuck on me being the bad guy. I didn't force Jaxon to cheat on Dalsharan. And I'm not betraying my people, I'm fighting for peace!” He shouted the last bit. “This war has lasted nearly forty years! Forty! Why am I a traitor for wanting to find an end to it? I've bled and killed for humans at the order of my king. I've left my home to live in this squalor to save us. But it never ends! I am getting us that end.”
“You're giving a fellow warlord to the enemy,” I snarled over my shoulder at him. “Spin it however you want, dickhead, but you are a traitor. Even your stone thinks so. It's been begging me to help it from the moment I woke up.”
The Coyote Lord's eyes widened in horror, but then he roared in fury and ripped the belt from my throat. He brought the strap of leather down on my back over and over as Dal pleaded for him to stop. I grunted and bore it. This time Brendallen wasn't trying to seduce, he was trying to hurt me. And he was succeeding. Blood started to drip down my spine. He abruptly stopped, but only to yank my pants down. I flinched as his hand drew up my flank and he pressed his erection between the cheeks of my ass.
“You have the perfect ass for fucking,” Brendallen purred in my ear. “Muscular but also plump.” He undulated his hips against me. “The perfect amount of give so I can take.” He bit my neck, and I thrashed. With a chuckle, he released me but only so he could smack my ass lightly with the belt. “Let's get you warmed up, my pretty bird.”
Brendallen smacked me gently across my ass, then harder, and harder. When I started to twitch, he stopped. Something cool slid over my warmed skin. I looked over my shoulder to see a dick made of pink stone in Brendallen's hands; it looked a lot like the one he'd given Dal. He lifted it to his mouth and licked it, holding my gaze as he slid his lips around the phallus and sucked it like a cock. Then he pushed one of my ass cheeks aside and set that thing at my hole. I faced the pole and grit my teeth.
“Don't, Bren!” Dal begged.
Kervel started sobbing.
Brendallen shoved it in my ass hard—no working it in slowly. I grunted. The Coyote Lord leaned his chest against my bloody back and pumped the stone dildo deep. His tongue traced the curve of my ear and his cock rode my hip.
“If you don't rise for me, I'll take it out on Dal,” he whispered. “I'll strip him and fuck him as I cut his back to ribbons.”
I went still. Oh, fuck. I didn't for one second believe he was bluffing. But how did I get a hard-on for a man I hated while a man I loved watched?
“There you go, pretty bird.” He shoved his tongue in my ear. “Sing for me.” He moved the phallus in and out as he kissed my neck. “Isn't that nice? Good little whore, take that stone dick. We need to loosen you up for my cock. Take it nice and deep, and I'll give you a sweet reward when I'm done.”
“Ravyn, I'm so sorry,” Dal whispered.
“I'm okay, babe,” I said gruffly. “This guy can fuck me with his toys all he wants, it don't matter to me.”
“So tough,” the Coyote Lord purred and worked his pink cock faster. “Or could it be that you like it?”
His hand reached around and went for my cock. I angled away from him.
“Remember what I told you,” he whispered.
I went still. I imagined it was Dal touching me. His body pressed against mine. His cock in my ass.
“Good boy.” Brendallen grabbed my dick and started stroking it, greasing it up with fae nectar as he shoved that thing into me.
I let out a moan. My body trembled. Fuck, I was getting hard for him.
“Such a sweet slut!” Brendallen declared. “Would you like me to suck that big dick now?”
“Please, Bren, leave him alone,” Dal begged.
“He's hard, Dal. Your consort is loving this,” the Coyote Lord drawled.
“I'm sorry, Dal,” I groaned.
“It's okay, sweetheart. Take the pleasure. It's okay.”
“Fuck, that just makes it worse,” I groaned.
“Shall I give him your reward instead?” Brendallen asked me.
“No, leave him alone!” I shouted.
Brendallen removed his hand but left the dildo inside me. It started to slide out, and he slapped it back in. “Hold it in, Ravyn, or I will whip your lover bloody again.”
I clenched my ass.
“That's why he's responding to you, you twisted fuck!” Dalsharan snarled. “You're forcing him to get hard by threatening me!”
The Coyote Lord clucked his tongue as he undid Dal's pants. He shoved them down, revealing Dal's limp shaft. Then he knelt and drew his hand over my lover's beautiful flesh.
“Leave him alone!” I snarled. “Fuck me. I'll suck you off. Whatever you want. Just leave him alone!”
“Shut the fuck up, Ravyn!” Dalsharan snarled.
The Coyote Lord shifted his stare toward me as he lowered his face to Dal's cock. He gave it a long lick from tip to base but it didn't so much as twitch. Brendallen transferred his gaze to Dal's dick and scowled at it as he took it in hand. He stroked it and shoved its limp flesh into his mouth, sucking at it. He licked Dal's balls and sucked those too, but nothing worked.
“Don't feel bad, Gremara wasn't able to get him hard without the wild-rot either,” I said scathingly.
The Coyote Lord surged to his feet with a roar.
“He told me he'd take it out on you if I didn't get hard, Dal,” I said in a rush. “So I imagined it was you.”
“I know, Ravyn,” Dal said gently. “It's okay.”
“Ugh, I'm bored with you two,” Brendallen huffed and pulled up Dal's pants. “Habbern, take him away!”
Habbern came out of hiding with a menacing grin and hurried over to Dal.
“No!” I thrashed, that thing falling out of me. “No, don't you give him to those monsters, Brendallen!”
The belt came down on my back, “You do not get to call me Brendallen. I am your master.”
“Fuck you!” I twisted and strained at my manacles as Habbern walked up to my snarling lover and removed a slim, metal rod from his pocket. “What are you doing to him? Stay away from him!”