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  Sky scrunched up into a ball and rolled to face Tor, knees to his chest and his ass to the wall as if protecting it. It was stupid, because if the were wanted him, he’d just take him. Tor was three times as big as Sky and many times stronger. He’d just hold him down and fuck him. Sky’s cock hardened at the thought of it.

  Tor rolled away from Sky, presenting a wall of back and shoulders.

  Sky frowned. He waited, sure Tor would turn back to him. Maybe he was jerking off, getting ready to fuck Sky. Maybe he was…

  A snore stopped Sky’s thoughts.

  Maybe Tor was asleep.

  Sky sighed. Then he frowned. If Tor didn’t want him, he’d put Sky out. No more food. No more warm, soft bed. No more chance for freedom.

  Well, that wasn’t going to happen, not if Sky had anything to do with it.

  Tomorrow, he’d show Tor what a sweet little piece of ass he had. The were wouldn’t be able to resist him. Sky would use all the methods the harem trainers had taught him.

  Tomorrow.

  Sky yawned. The bed was so, so soft.

  Chapter Five

  Sky woke up, yawned, and rubbed his eyes. Behind him a furnace blazed, and something encircled him, holding him tight. The lights in the room hadn’t come up yet, and he could just make out where he was. This wasn’t his cell.

  Tor’s quarters.

  His hands rested on large arms holding him tight to another body. Tor’s body. Sky ran his hand over the skin covering the muscles and for the first time felt hair on a man’s forearms. None of the boys he’d been with had body hair. It had all been removed, since it was the current fashion for the slave boys to be smooth. They often joked one day the fashion would be to be cockless, and then what would they do?

  The hair tickled his palm, and he bent his head to look closer, just making it out in the dim light. It was long and blond and so thick his fingernail could part it.

  Tor snuffled, and his breath warmed the back of Sky’s neck. It tickled. So much of this man did. Sky chuckled. Tor would be very mad at him if he knew what Sky was thinking.

  Sky smiled and hummed. It felt good being held like this. Warm and safe. Safe and warm.

  Tor growled low in his throat—not a warning but somewhere between a sleep noise and a snore. He buried his nose under Sky’s hair at the nape of his neck, and when Tor licked him, Sky shivered. His cock grew hard, and his balls grew heavy.

  Tor slid his hand down Sky’s body, over his belly to his groin, and the big were cupped Sky’s balls, softly massaging them. Sky moaned and pushed into the touch. Tor chuckled deep in his throat, licked him again, and then found Sky’s cock.

  With only two slow pumps, Sky’s cock came fully to life, eager to be touched. Sky pushed through the not-too-tight-but-just-right grip and hissed in pleasure. Tor’s hand was so large he could play with Sky’s balls and stroke him at the same time.

  Perhaps Tor wanted him, after all. Perhaps he’d changed his mind.

  Sky shuddered as the were swiped his palm over the head of Sky’s cock, picking up the leaking fluid to smooth his way up and down. Now the man stroked him, determined, intent, and Sky went with him, straining to achieve release.

  Tor drew him closer, and the hard thickness of Tor’s shaft rubbed across Sky’s ass cheeks, found the furrow, and settled between them. Sky’s hole tightened. He wasn’t ready to be penetrated. Not yet. Sky pulled away, but Tor held him close, still pumping him, still bringing him to orgasm, but he didn’t try to breach Sky.

  The were bit Sky’s shoulder and sucked, marking him. No other boy’s touch had excited him the way this man’s touch did. Sky’s balls drew up, his spine tingled, and he came, spilling over Tor’s hand, dampening the cover and the sheet and Sky’s thighs. He shuddered through each of the jerks until they diminished.

  “Oh, Jin,” Tor whispered and rolled over, releasing Sky from his hold.

  Sky stilled. Jin?

  Once Tor settled, Sky climbed out of bed, crawling down the side near the wall, and stood. He raced to the bathroom, chains dancing, went in, and shut the door. Sky leaned against it, trying to catch his breath and figure out what had just happened.

  Jin had to be the mate who had died.

  Tor thought he’d held Jin, not Sky.

  None of it had been meant for Sky.

  But Jin was gone, and Sky was there. Eventually, Tor would have to give in, make Sky his mate, and then Sky would be free. One day Sky would leave, and Tor would cry out for him, like he did for Jin.

  He turned on the water and washed the cum from his legs, cock, and balls, then dried off. Sky looked around the large room until his attention stopped at the bathtub. He stared at the size of it. Built to accommodate a large man, a were, it was as long as Sky was tall, and Sky could lean over and just reach to the other side. Amazing.

  Would Tor let him bathe in it? Probably not. He bet Tor let Jin bathe in the tub.

  Sky pissed in the toilet and then flushed. Then he looked into the mirror over the sink and played with his hair to kill time, touching the tattooed liner around his eyes. He didn’t want to go back to the bed. Sky put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it to think.

  A were without a mate wouldn’t fight, unless he fought to gain a mate. Tor had no mate, didn’t want to fight, and didn’t want a new mate, but his owner wanted him to fight. Tor’s only available mate was Sky; therefore, Tor had to take Sky as a mate.

  No matter what, the big man was trapped. Sky smiled. That trap meant Sky’s freedom.

  Tor could call him Jin. Sky didn’t care. Not one bit. Not as long as Sky would be free.

  »»•««

  Tor woke up with a start. He’d had a wonderful dream. Jin was in bed with him, snuggled close, and Tor had brought his love to orgasm, just as they’d started every morning of their lives together, followed by Jin sucking him off.

  He rolled over, grabbed his stiff cock, and groaned.

  Not this morning. Jin was dead, and it had been a dream. His cock lessened.

  He remembered last night.

  Sky. Right, the slave boy Marrack had bought. Tor looked to the side, but the bed was empty, the covers pulled back. Tor ran his hand over the sheets to test for coolness, to see how long the boy had been gone.

  The sheets were damp.

  “Fuck!” Tor brought his hand to his nose and sniffed. Cum. He licked his fingers and the taste…well, his cock came back to life.

  Had Sky come in his sleep?

  Had Tor’s dream been real?

  Oh fuck. Tor closed his eyes and exhaled. It had been Sky, not Jin, this morning. Tor licked another finger to get more of the taste. Salty, musky, delicious. Tor’s cock bobbed and leaked.

  He flung the covers back and stared at his traitorous member. At least it worked now. That was the good news. The bad news was…Sky.

  Damn, that boy was going to kill him before this was over.

  Tor sat up and looked around his quarters. No Sky. He couldn’t leave; in the training facility the doors to all the werewolves’ quarters were locked and unlocked automatically. No one was allowed to travel during lockdown, and even when the doors were open, weres could only move about with a trainer, owner, or guard present, and there were guards stationed in the halls to ensure the rules were followed. They had orders to shoot any slave traveling alone.

  The boy’s burka still lay on the floor. No slave could travel without wearing one. They had no clothing of their own to wear, and to travel about the facility naked, much less the city, would leave the slave open to assault or kidnapping. Truly valuable slaves could be ransomed, and others used and resold on the slave black market. Sky had to know the dangers.

  Tor’s heart thundered at the thought of Sky in danger. He stood still and inhaled, searching for Sky’s scent. There. The boy’s perfume—sandalwood and willowbark.

  The bathroom.

  With a sigh, Tor got out of bed and lumbered over to it. He banged on the door.

  “Sky! Open up. I need to piss,
” he called, trying not to sound too furious.

  The door opened, and Sky stepped out. “Sorry. I needed to go.”

  Neither of them spoke of what had happened in bed.

  Tor pushed past him, not bothering to close the door. He put the seat up, spread his legs, and aimed, taking great pleasure in letting the hard stream hit the water. Sky lingered in the doorway, watching.

  “What?” Tor asked as he shook his cock off, then flushed.

  “Do you ever use the tub?” Sky pointed to the bathtub.

  “Yeah. After training. It’s great for soaking my sore muscles.” Tor went to the sink and washed his face and hands. Then he brushed his teeth. He glanced over at Sky. “Hey, did you bring your things?” Maybe they were stowed in his burka.

  “No.” He shook his head. “I was told to leave them. That I would have new things here.” He looked up at Tor as if he expected Tor to do something. Like give him those things.

  Tor sighed. He reached into a small cabinet. “Here’s a toothbrush.” He tossed it to Sky, who caught it.

  “A brush? For my hair?” He held one of the long tresses out. It curled around his fingers as if it were alive.

  “I only have mine. Jin used to…” Tor stopped and looked down at the sink he leaned on. “You can use mine.”

  “Okay.” Sky bit his lip.

  “Anything else you need?” Tor raised an eyebrow.

  “Not right now, but if I think of anything, I’ll let you know.” Sky smiled.

  Tor grunted. “I’m sure you will.” Then Sky turned and sashayed away as Tor watched the boy’s tight, sweet ass bounce with each step. His cock filled.

  “Down, boy. I’m not keeping him,” Tor grumbled to his reflection.

  Chapter Six

  After Tor prepared breakfast, which Sky ate as if he hadn’t eaten in days, Tor cleared the table and went over to the facility intercom on the wall next to the door. It only had two lines, one to schedule training sessions there in the building and the other to speak to his owner. And even if it could reach outside, who would he call? Everyone he knew lived in the facility, and no one would harbor a runaway werewolf. The punishment, being thrown into slavery, was too severe for anyone free to risk it.

  The intercom was just another little reminder he was a slave.

  He pushed in the code for Marrack’s number on the keypad. It buzzed. Marrack picked up. “Ready to fight?”

  “No. Come and get the boy.”

  Sky looked up from where he sat on the couch, and frowned, his dark brows in a sharp V.

  “I can’t do that. Look, just claim him and get it over with.” Marrack sighed into the intercom. “I know you want him. Hell, I want him, and I’m not even gay.”

  Tor fumed. “Look, that’s not it.”

  “So you do want him!” Triumph shone in his voice, damn him.

  “I didn’t say that. What I said was I’m not doing this again. I’m not fighting. I’m not going to lose another mate that way, Marrack.” Tor clenched his hand so hard his knuckles turned white. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

  “I know exactly what I’m asking. I was there. I saw what happened. I almost lost you and… Look. You’re still the heavyweight champion of the WWFL. That crazy bastard was sanctioned and thrown out of the league along with his owner, the son of a bitch who slipped him the blade. It’s only been six months, and your standing is still good, but if you don’t fight and win in the next month, you’ll lose it and have to start from scratch.”

  Tor rested his head against the wall. “Fuck.” He knew Marrack was right. If he fought now, he could still retain his title. If not, he’d go back to the start as if he were a rookie fighter—no better than a damned challenger.

  A soft hand rubbed his back, and Tor looked over his shoulder. Sky looked up at him. “We can do it. We can fight.”

  Tor closed his eyes and shook his head. Neither of them knew what it was like, the helplessness, the powerlessness, the overwhelming agony of watching someone you loved die and not being able to do a damned thing about it.

  “I want you in the cage sparring tomorrow. Claim the boy and get it over with.” Marrack hung up.

  Sky petted him again. “It’s all right. We’ll make a good team. You’ll see.”

  Tor clicked off the intercom and turned to the slave boy. “Sky, I…you… Fuck.” He growled and cupped the boy’s face in his hand. Sky rubbed against it, eyes closed.

  Tor dropped his hand. He couldn’t do this, not to himself and not to Sky.

  “You have no idea what it’s like in the cage, Sky. It’s brutal. Not just for me but for you.”

  “You’ll be there to protect me.” Sky gazed into Tor’s eyes, and for a moment, Tor believed him. Believed he could do it. Protect Sky. Then Jin’s face appeared, and Tor spun away. He paced from one end of the quarters to the other, growling, fuming over the situation. There was no way out other than to refuse, let his championship go, and accept whatever Marrack wanted to do with him.

  “Tor?” Sky stood by the door. “What would Jin want you to do?”

  Tor spun around, and in three strides he was on Sky and had him by the neck. “Don’t ever presume to know about Jin. Never, you hear me?” he bellowed.

  Sky stilled. His eyes watered, but he nodded. Tor let him go with a great exhale. He shouldn’t have done that, because Sky didn’t deserve it.

  “I don’t know about Jin, but I know he was important to you. I know I’ll never be as important, but can’t we at least try?” Sky rubbed his throat. “I know you won’t ever love me like you did Jin. I accept that, but we have to do this. You have to fight again, and you know it. Marrack owns us. We don’t get a choice, do we?”

  Tor stared at the slave boy. He was right. They were property. Property didn’t get to make choices.

  Tor knew it was a mistake. Everything inside him fought against it, but he didn’t know any other way.

  “Well, if we’re going to do this, I’m going to have to fuck you,” Tor said.

  ∙•∙

  Sky swallowed and nodded as he gazed up at Tor, hoping he didn’t see the fear in Sky’s eyes. In response, Sky’s hole tightened, and he flattened against the wall. Despite his fear, his cock stiffened.

  Tor looked down and grinned. “You like that idea, huh?”

  Sky pointed to Tor’s growing erection. “So do you.”

  Tor grunted. “Maybe.”

  Sky moved to the center of the room, dropped to his knees, and pushed up into the mating position, hands on the floor, head down, ass in the air, and legs stretched straight. Best to get this over with as soon as possible.

  Tor folded his arms and looked at Sky. “What are you doing?”

  Sky opened his eyes and looked at Tor upside down from between his spread legs. “I’m in mating position.” Hadn’t he ever seen it before?

  Tor rolled his eyes. “Stand up, Sky. If I tried to fuck you like that, I’d probably kill you.” He walked over and slapped Sky on the ass.

  Sky jumped up, rubbed his now pink cheek, and said, “Hey! That hurt.” But his cock grew harder.

  Tor leaned in. “Did it hurt bad or hurt good?”

  Sky sucked in his lip. “Hurt good.” He pushed the mop of bangs out of his eyes.

  “Figured.” Tor chuckled. He reached out and hooked his finger on Sky’s chain and tugged, distending his nipples. Sky closed his eyes and groaned, the pleasure of it rocketing through his body straight to his cock.

  “You’re very responsive, little one.” Tor ran his other finger down Sky’s chest to where Sky’s cock stood against his belly, but he didn’t touch the head.

  Sky moaned his frustration. Tor went to the burka and picked up the silver leash. He clicked open the fastener. “Come here, slave boy.”

  Sky obeyed. He stood in front of the werewolf and waited, hands behind his back, head down.

  “Give me your wrists.”

  Sky held them out. Tor clipped the leash to his left bracelet, slipped it
through the right one, and tossed the chain over a bar Sky hadn’t noticed hanging from the ceiling.

  Tor pulled on the chain, and Sky’s arms flew up, stretching his body until he stood on his toes. The big were had bound him as if he were going to whip Sky. Sky’s flesh broke out in thousands of tiny bumps as he shivered, but his cock still stood tall.

  The were stalked around him, looking at Sky from every angle.

  “Virgin, huh?”

  Sky nodded. Please, please don’t hurt me. He was in Tor’s hands now, and he’d asked for it. He’d decided to do whatever he had to do to gain his freedom, and if Tor wanted to whip him, so be it.

  “I think I can handle that.” Tor smirked. He went to the bed and pulled open a drawer in the small table. When he returned, he had a bottle of lube in his hand. Sky exhaled. No whip. Not yet anyway.

  Tor stood behind Sky, leaned in, and whispered, “I’m going to make you come, and I won’t even touch your cock.” His warm breath teased at Sky’s skin. A little shiver ran through him, and his chains sang.

  Sky had no idea how that was going to happen, but the sound of Tor’s deep voice and the hungry growl underlying it went straight to his balls. Maybe with his voice? Perhaps werewolves had powers other than shifting. Maybe they knew secret ways—

  A warm, slick finger traced from the crack of his butt cheeks down into the furrow and then stopped at his hole. Sky gasped, sucked in a deep breath, pulled on the chains holding his wrists, and spread his legs wider.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Tor asked.

  Sky nodded, biting his bottom lip. The touch electrified him, and he pushed back to feel even more.

  “Easy, little one.” Tor chuckled. He made small circles around Sky’s entrance, where no one had been allowed to touch him for fear they would ruin his worth by breaching him.

  Sky moaned as Tor kept circling, kept rubbing, kept pressing, but not quite slipping inside.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” Tor asked.

  “I’m your slave. Do whatever you want.” Sky knew the proper answers. He’d been taught them for years.

  Sky gasped when Tor removed his finger.