Moving through the packed ranks of the backstage crew, I shiver at the thought of getting close to him after all this torment. My senses guiding me, my wolf looking for comfort after such an unsettling ordeal. While Bastet had been nothing but kind, if anything overly generous; her appearance at the concert was concerning. 

Sorting through the patrons looking to shake hands, and talk, my patience was wearing thin. A predator hunting for his prey, a soul mate looking for his other half, it was getting between me and the object of my affection that was bringing the low rumble to my chest. I had time, he'd only just gone on break. 

His voice was powerful, but took a lot out of him, he'd be hoarse for days after a performance like this. 

Tiberius was good at resting him during the particularly lude numbers. Verando didn't have the temperament for such performances, while I found him alluring, most of the public was imagined to struggle with the more provocative numbers when it came to the warlord. Much as we hadn't gotten to test that theory, the distaste of his expression was reason enough to exclude him. 

Spotting the light eyes, I excuse myself from the small group of reporters, only to freeze at the intensity of the toy turned up. My legs threatened to buckle as one of the stagehands gripped my arm, catching me off guard yet with the intensity, I was unable to do more than curl up against the soft body of a mortal man. "Are you alright, sir? You're shaking."

I wasn't shaking, I was reacting to the vibrations of the toy. I felt like I was going to lose it, to close to his scent, to on edge. 

Pressed against my sweet spot, he takes his time approaching me, the tables turned to where I was now the prey being stalked. A casual stride that makes me damn him to the furthest depths, grabbing the man's shirt in an attempt to hold myself together. I can only tempt my warlord to come to me as I throw my arms around the stagehand's neck. 

"I'm feeling weak." I manage. 

The man gapes, wide-eyed, attempting to not touch me and yet, supporting me best he can. It's uncommon for a man to act in such away, I was no longer a youthful boy but more so an adult male with more substance to him than I was used to. I imagined I was quite heavy to the poor mortal. "Maybe you should sit down?"

"Maybe you should take me to a room to rest? I've had a little too much to drink." I insist, staring up at the tanned man who flinches as I feel the presence of the man who owned me. 

"I'll take it from here." His voice is short, and harsh. 

The stagehand nods, quickly handing me over. Where I hope he'd pick me up, he only grips my forearm with an irritated scowl. I couldn't focus on that, I wrap myself at him, burying my nose against the base of his neck with a shakey inhale. "There you are. I knew that'd make you come to me."

"I see I've left you on your own for too long. I could smell you across the concert hall, you've been driving me mad all night." he manages, gritting his teeth as he brushes his nose through my hair. The prominent canines did not miss my gaze, he was on the edge of his own control. "Can you try and contain yourself? Your scent is..."It wasn't often I felt him struggle like this, his jaw tight, his body rigid against my own. 

I practically purr at his response, pressing impossibly closer to him, surrounded by suspicious stage hands, managers, and VIP pass holders. It reminded me of the time he took me in front of the staff at Naptalion's home. With a giggle, I grip his tie, pulling him down towards me with a sharp yank. "Or what? You'll have me right here?" My words are a hushed murmur, so that only he could hear. I was out of my mind, euphoric on a day's worth of edging.

The intensity of the toy builds, I press my body to his as I climb. It takes everything in me to hold back the moan. This was a form I could lean on, bearing my weight on him, panting heavily as I attempt to ward off completion. "Mmm.. that'd be way too satisfying for you. Why don't you show everyone what your true colors are?" he muses, capturing my jaw with his hand.

Hovering his lips over mine, refusing to let me make contact as I stretch onto my toes. "You'd let everyone else enjoy your handy work?" I attempt, while I felt the tinge of fear and regret, I knew I'd do whatever he commanded if it meant release from this torment. 

"I would." He retorts, his voice particularly sinister. "You look absolutely ravishing when you're coming apart like this."

It takes everything in me to hold back the volume of my completion, gripping his shirt tightly as I sink my teeth into his pectoral through the material of his shirt and vest. "Randy." I plead, his arm wraps around my waist to hold me up, my body threatening to go limp as I tremble helplessly from the intensity. 

Verando presses a button, turning the toy off. "Looks like you've made a mess." He scolds against my ear, I can't take it anymore as I climb onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist as I knot my fist in his hair to claim his mouth. 

"Is that for me?" I exhale against his lips, feeling his erection through his pants. I get my wish as he carries me promptly back to his dressing room, shoving the variety of products off the counter and spinning me around to crush my face against the large mirror. His fist clenching my hair, his hips slammed against my own as I moan low in my throat. 

"You smell incredible." He manages, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt to pull my collar to the side, sinking his teeth into the base of my neck. I groan in response, rocking my hips back against him to tempt into taking me. "Damn it, Nic." 

There was no mercy to be had here, I would take whatever time I had from him as he pins one of my arms behind my back. Dominating me, pinning me beneath him as he savors the taste of my blood. "I need you." I manage, shuddering at the view of my own expression pressed against the mirror. Seeing his desire on his face, how he looked so entranced with me, so conflicted with remaining here or leaving to do his job. 

"Need me to what?" Verando demands, his voice low and rough. "How about I take you onto that stage and show everyone what their Good King truly participates in?"

"Whatever would please you." I manage, pressing back against him, shimmying my hips as he fumbles with my belt. "I need you to take me."

"Take you where?" He growls, the depth of the light eyes reflected back at me in the mirror made me whimper, pressing my thighs together in impatience. 

"Fuck me." I flush, shutting my eyes only to wince as he pulls my hair to make me cry out. Watching him in the mirror, I pant as he opens his zipper, making me watch as he reveals his manhood. Those sinful fingers find me and I gasp, breathless as my back arches. "Randy, please." Begging was the only thing I had left, I was a mess of desire, unable to control myself any longer.

With a chuckle of disbelief, he removes the toy, "I've never seen you this hot... if I were a lesser man I'd be completely at your mercy. Even so, I find you mouth watering. I might just cancel the rest of my performance, lock the door, use you to my desire for the rest of the evening." With my bare ass exposed, I reach behind me, using my own fingers in an attempt to get some relief from the ache within me. 

Staring at him through the mirror, capturing my lower lip with my teeth, his expression is all the reward that I need as he curses low in his throat. Moaning, collapsed onto the counter as I sink my teeth into the back of my hand in an attempt to keep quiet. Verando observes me, bringing color to my cheeks at the lude nature of my own actions. 

How was anyone supposed to function like this? How was I going to make it through the next five days? Lost in my own stimulation, Verando pushes his length past my fingers and I cry out at the sudden fullness. My body shakes, bringing me to completion once again as I cross my thighs in an attempt to hold myself together. 

Chuckling once more, he kisses the back of my neck, supporting himself with his palms on either side of my body. "You're driving me mad." He manages, desire heavy in his tone. "This is not going to be gentle, I'm out of my mind, you're absolutely incredible." Filling me once more, I flinch at the forceful nature of his entry and yet my body is in ecstacy. 

I wanted it to be uncomfortable, I wanted him wild and beyond his own control with desire for me, for the reality was I was unsure if he would have me any other way with what I was about to tell him. Would he want anything to do with me once he realized what could truly come from these acts? 

Yet I crack my eyes open, watching the way he bowed his head over my shoulder, the way his hands clenched into fists and his body trembled with the sensation of losing himself in me. I savored every moment of the ecstacy etched onto my own face, the way my lips parted in a string of profanity and encouragement. 

"Nic," He murmurs, lacing his fingers overtop of mine on my free hand, "You feel so good."

Pressing back against him, I vaguely hear the door open, spotting a producer wide eyed and covering her own face with her clipboard. "Ah! We'll need you in 10, Mr.Mercer." She manages. 

My husband doesn't hesitate, if anything she'd inflicted more of his wrath upon me as he straightens to grip my hips. "Tell them I'm behind, to continue on the next set without me. I'll be out when I'm finished."

How much had the poor woman seen to be standing there so casually, only blocking the view of us with her clip board. I feel as though he's trying to make me scream, the way he takes me, the way he seems so intent on illciting a response from me with her standing right there. I cry out against the back of my hand, ashamed at my inability to hold it in. 

"And if he was to ask the reason for the hold up?" She manages, shrinking back towards the door. 

"Tell him I'm providing private entertainment to an upper class client. He can come see for himself, I'm quite thoroughly involved. Other than that, no more interruptions, I'll return on stage when I'm finished here." His word is final, she leaves quickly and I struggle to keep my composure. 

"Did you really just fuck me through a conversation?" I manage, edging on delerious from the euphoria. 

With a smirk, he grips my throat, gathering me to press my back against his body while hooking his other arm under my knee to expose our lude acts to the mirror. Once more, his teeth pierce my flesh under my jaw and I hook my arm around his neck as I expose more of my throat to him. "I love the way your body reacts when someone's watching. It's as if your whole being wants them to see you in the throws of passion. Who am I to deny you your kink?" he manages, running his tongue over the bite mark with sultry growl of appreciation. 

"Mr.Mercer. So kind." I manage, limp in his arms, surrendering to his relentless pace as he chases his own completion. Watching us in the mirror, watching him take me, I'm mesmerized by his expression and kiss the junction of his jaw as I near another orgasm. 

"I love you." I murmur, lost to how long we'd been here, if it'd been only minutes or hours. I was to focused on the way he felt, how strongly he held me and so possessive over my throat as he pinned me to his chest. "Don't stop."

How did passionate brawls turn into love making sessions? It seemed every time we got rough with each other, we found new reasons to love the other. Perched on my toes, I move against him as his breathing changes, as his body tenses and I feel him getting close. "Come for me." I beg him, desperate as I move. 

"Nic. Gods, Nic." He growls, moaning low in my ear. Filling me entirely, he finishes as he groans loudly against my neck. His body trembling, convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm. Panting heavily, he carefully lets my leg down, releasing his grip on my throat to support himself on the counter. We're both soaked, covered in a layer of sweat and exhausted from the effort. 

I finally felt satisfied, at least for now, there was some form of relief that would get me through the evening. Yet I keep my hips pinned against him, holding him inside of me for as long as I could manage. "What happened?" He finally addresses, grasping my wrist to reveal the golden cuff. "Why does your wrist smell like a corpse?"

Panting, I stare at the cuff for as long as I could stand, trying to form a thought as he withdrawals from me. My boxer briefs were soaked, I shimmy out of my pants and shoes so I could remove them. "Bastet approached me." I finally manage, cautious as I catch his gaze. 

"Bastet? Who...?"

Catching my lower lip, I take a long, slow breath. "Bastet. The Eygptian Goddess of fertility and women..." I summarize, earning the patient look as he steps out of his own shoes and pants. After all, he had come back here for a costume change. "She was in B's body."

"B?" He demands roughly. "B is here? Did she hurt you?" Touching my face, he looks all over my body in a quick sweep, frowning at the bite mark on my neck as he bends to pass his tongue over the injury he'd made. "How did that get past me?"

"My scent is pretty strong..." I allow, sighing heavily. "No. B was completely overtaken by Bastet. She... gave me her blessing as far as the gift that Darrius gave me. I didn't tell her anything, before you panic, she was actually very kind. This cuff is to protect me."

Staring at me, sharp in the icy gaze in which he locks with my own, I swallow hard as he forms his thoughts. "Her blessing? Her blessing for what? Protect you from, exactly? A baby your body isn't made for?"

The words sting, I protectively place my hand over my stomach and he snatches it away roughly. "Nic for god's sake.... you are a man. You can't get pregnant!"

"Then why do you look so afraid?!" I demand, feeling the emotion welling up in my eyes. "It's to protect me from you, from Fenrir." Shaking my head at my own short comings, the pain in his gaze stops me. "I didn't mean that. You know that I meant Fenrir."

I'm met with the Alpha expression once more, hiding the true discomfort of my words. 

"I can't be killed, as long as we are joined I'm immortal just as you are. Randy, I want this. I want this so bad I can't even breathe when I think about it. I'm desperate, please don't ruin this for me. Please don't turn this into something negative, for a few minutes I felt whole. This is a piece of me that has been missing ever since I learned Penelope was pregnant. I would give anything for this to be a reality, I'm asking you to help me." I manage, spilling every bit of my soul out to him if it meant acceptance. 

Searching my face, I could see him calculating, putting the pieces together of my actions and my 'heat cycles'. The door opens once more, Tiberius saunters in with a scoff at our state of half clothed. "I came looking for an orgy, this reminds me of a funeral, who died- woah." His eyes lock on my cuff. "Where did you get that?"