Nicholas opened his eyes, and the monster from his dreams stared back at him. The rage behind his gilded gaze held evil Nicholas had never encountered before, not even during his teachings of the Lord’s great adversary. 

 

“Muharib,” he whispered. 

 

The muted embers along his limbs were now contained flames, and he bared his saber-like teeth, sweat steaming down his broad chest. Nicholas was held captive by the impression he made, by the sheer force of him. 

 

Muharib’s cock hardened to a lethal length. Some part of Nicholas knew the primal reaction was in response to what happened at the club, that if he himself could still smell Sean on him, then maybe Muharib did as well. 

 

His expression went beyond anger and even jealousy. Beyond a need to claim, beyond possession. The monster in front of him was murderous.   

 

He took a step toward Nicholas, and then another, his flames billowing behind him. Nicholas backed away slowly before turning to run in the opposite direction.  
 

He ran as fast as his immortal body could go, leaving the house and ocean behind, crossing into a wooded area. Rumbles of thunder followed, then rain. Nicholas didn’t dare glance behind him, afraid he’d lose his advantage, which, from the sound and feel of Muharib’s thundering steps, wasn’t much. 

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Dodging low-hanging branches, he ran through dense underbrush, losing a shoe to the mud. He’d never been good with direction and had no idea if he was racing toward freedom or only delaying the inevitable. 

 

Why had he come here? Why hadn’t he just called, or sent Marcus or Hamza to check on Gabriel? And why did he both crave escape and to be caught by the predator at his back?

 

Thunder roared, loud and deafening, and Nicholas’s breath hitched when Muharib’s growled: “Mine!” eclipsed the booming sound. 

 

Against his better judgment, he looked back, eyes widening at the sight of the forest going up in flames. The monster was so close now, teeth bared, cock stiff and glistening. He strode forward with his powerful legs, eyes consumed by rage and hunger. 

 

Nicholas remained unmoving for too long, the hand of fear curling around his limbs. But there was arousal, too. The combination formed a confusing, heady mix. He whipped his head left, then right, trying to decide which course to take. He made it three steps before being captured. 

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Muharib took him to the forest floor, dirt and rainwater splashing up around them as he struggled to break free. 

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“Let me go!” 

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Muharib gripped Nicholas’s face between one massive paw, his curved nails digging into his cheeks. Fire formed a cage around them, flames dancing from the tops of trees, yet nothing burned to ash. 

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The beast above him leaned in, inhaling before recoiling with a volatile hiss. 

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“He didn’t kiss me,” Nicholas breathed. “I mean, it didn’t land on my mouth. I turned away. I didn’t want it. I don’t… want him.” 

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The monster vibrated with fury, and heartache swirled amongst the gilded light of his pupils.  

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“I don’t want him,” Nicholas repeated, voice steady this time. 

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“Who do you want?” His voice sounded charred.

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“It’s… complicated.”  
 

Muharib made a chuffing sound, angling his head. He pressed the weapon between his legs against Nicholas, sniffing when he whimpered helplessly. His arousal clogged the air, and Muharib’s gaze seemed to say: You want me. 

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He swiped his flattened tongue up Nicholas’s cheek, replacing Sean’s scent with his own. 

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“I need to come inside you,” he growled, tearing away the jacket and thin shirt Nicholas wore. “Mark your whole body with my scent.”  

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Nicholas winced when Muharib’s claws raked across his chest in the process, breaking the skin. The scent of his blood consumed the space around them, and Muharib’s teeth lengthened another inch. 

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Nicholas’s heart beat like a voracious drum, his cock hardening as he fought to get away. 

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“We can’t,” he panted. “You can’t. I don’t belong to you.” 

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The deep, onyx orbs he’d come to know and worship appeared from behind the flames of the monster’s eyes. A reminder that he and Gabriel were one and the same. And although the situation they’d found themselves in felt wrong, there was also something completely right about it. 

Was this Gabriel’s way of allowing him to indulge in what he needed without having to first deal with his complicated feelings? 

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The intensity returned to Muharib’s stare, and his dick twitched against his rigid abs, precum sliding down his intimidating shaft. He scooted backward, his vast shoulders no longer shielding Nicholas from the tumultuous rain.

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“What are—” His question was cut short when Muharib yanked his pants off him. He wasn’t even sure when he’d lost his other shoe. 

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Muharib stroked himself to the sight of Nicholas’s naked body, each pump of his fist causing more precum to erupt from his shiny tip. 

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Nicholas could see it in his face, in the way he swiped his tongue over the sharp points of his teeth. He would fuck Nicholas. It wasn’t even a matter of whether he should do it. It was biological, chemical. He had to fuck him. 

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Sean’s kiss had made it necessary for Muharib to conquer Nicholas in this way. Mandatory. Especially since Gabriel couldn’t do it. Not with Nicholas still upset with him. 

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He flicked his cruel eyes up to meet Nicholas’s frantic gaze. Lust, jealousy, and possessiveness made what was clearly a command undecipherable. “Orkod.” 

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“W-what does that mean?” Nicholas scrambled back, sensing that it didn’t mean anything good. Rain assaulted him, and scattered vines and pine needles scraped against his skin. 

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“I said, run.”  

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Nicholas froze, understanding giving way to a violent shiver. Frost spread over the patch of muddy ground he lay on, coldness sweeping across his irises. In one swift motion, he stood and sprinted deeper into the woods. 

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His bare feet ate up the forest floor. He didn’t feel the rain as it turned to ice along his skin, didn’t feel the rocks and twigs cutting into his feet. He simply ran as if doing so for his life, as though the promise of a hard fucking waited at the finish line and not at his back. 

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Nicholas glanced over his shoulder, almost slipping in the process. Muharib was a good distance away, like maybe he’d given Nicholas a head start. But then he charged at him, dick in one hand, fire lighting up the other. 

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Nicholas picked up speed, practically levitating from the rush of adrenaline. He left everything outside of this moment. Sean, Gabriel, his confusion, his pain… It was just him and his beast. Predator and prey. The monster and the sinner. 

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A twig cut into his left cheek, pulling a wince from him. Blood trickled from the healing wound, and Muharib roared. 

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He was close. Closer than Nicholas had anticipated. 

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Lightning illuminated the night sky, and the ground shook as Muharib ran faster, his steps landing like a blow against the earth.

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“Argh!” Nicholas cried out, abruptly shoved to his hands and knees. 

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His labored breathing formed crystalized clouds that hung suspended until the weight of the rain forced them away. 

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Muharib fell over his back, his fist leaving a depression in the clay-like dirt. He licked the blood away from Nicholas’s cheek, his cock jerking against Nicholas’s ass in response. Nicholas curled his clawed fingers into the wet earth, trembling from head to toe. 

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“I’m going to bathe you in my cum,” he swore into Nicholas’s ear, the heat in his voice hotter than volcanic lava. “I’m going to fuck you until the beast in me is satisfied, until the earth becomes fertile with our seed. You will never allow anyone else to touch you after this. I'll kill anyone who does. This I promise you, Nicholas.” His accent made his words all the more terrifying. A ruler issuing his final warning. 

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Nicholas nodded, too preoccupied with terror and lust to speak. 

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“Say it!” 

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“Y-yes.”

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“Say you are mine! Say you belong to me! Swear that no one will desecrate your body ever again. No one but me.”   

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By ‘me’ did he mean Muharib? Gabriel? Both of them? Nicholas’s head spun, the world tilting.  

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“I’m yours. I-I belong to you, and no one but you will ever touch me again.” 

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“Now for your punishment.” Muharib ground his cock against Nicholas, letting him feel his size before straightening to force his clenched ass cheeks apart. He rubbed his damp cockhead over Nicholas’s hole in a lewd manner, letting it tap against his tight ring of muscle.  

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Alarm seized Nicholas at the sheer circumference of just his tip. There was no way it would fit inside him, let alone the long, thick battering ram masquerading as his shaft. 

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Nervous now, Nicholas crawled away. He’d made it a few feet when an oversized hand circled his ankle, hauling him back. Nicholas spat a dead leaf out of his mouth, panic causing him to choke on his words. 

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“Wait. We can’t. I-I can’t…” 

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“Your body will accept me, Habibi. It will make room for what it desires.” 

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And Nicholas desired him. God help him, but he did. Still, his body tensed as Muharib manhandled him back to his hands and knees before falling over him again. An agonized shout of pain and pleasure echoed through the night as he sank his fangs into Nicholas’s shoulder blade, pinning him in place. 

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Instantly, and without instruction from him, Nicholas’s body loosened, preparing itself for Muharib. Lubrication leaked from his hole, sliding down the backs of his filthy thighs. 

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Muharib wasn’t gentle in his handling of Nicholas. Didn’t take the time to ease him open, to ready his snug entrance before seating his dick at his center once again. 

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This wouldn’t be love-making, wouldn’t be classified as fucking. This would be a claiming, and claimings were meant to be rough, meant to prove a point, meant to be remembered. 

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Nicholas trembled as Muharib fed him his cock, his opening making room for it. Nicholas gasped in both shock and arousal, his hole clenching greedily. Feeling bold and desperate, he backed into Muharib’s approach, whimpering when his monster growled, shoving all the way in. 

Nicholas panted heavily, dropping his head. He felt skewered, on edge, spread to capacity. Blood trickled past his collarbone, droplets hitting the ground beneath him. 

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“Fuck me,” he breathed, so cock-stuffed he couldn’t even move. “Fuck me!”

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Muharib dislodged his teeth from Nicholas’s shoulder, chuckling darkly as he swept his tongue over the spilled blood. He licked along the curve of Nicholas’s ear, pulling an animalistic whine from him. Nicholas’s veins may have housed ice, but it was the fever of lust that wrapped around him right then. His markings pulsed in response. 

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“Brace yourself,” Muharib whispered, but there was no bracing for what came next. 

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The claiming bordered on violence, Muharib’s cock a deadly weapon that assailed him through hours of pleasured torture. Nicholas came too many times to count, and he lost track of how many times Muharib orgasmed inside of his mouth and ass. By the end, he felt baptized by cum, his sins washed away, his spirit drowned by it.  

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It ended hours later with him on his back, blood and dirt caked over their bodies as Muharib thrust into him at a brutal pace. They’d gone to war in that forest, with deer and other wildlife watching from a distance, bearing witness to their primal instincts. 
 

They’d been reduced to their base selves under the storm, to the raw core of who they were. Gnashed teeth, slashing claws, and ice and fire rippling along their skin as they fought for dominance. 

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Nicholas lay in a heap when Muharib was through with him, once his point had been sufficiently made. He lifted Nicholas into his arms, carrying him back to the house, where he bathed him before placing him in his bed. 

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“I’m not through with you,” he said when Nicholas’s eyes drifted closed. “The animal in me is far from satisfied, Nicholas.” 

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“But the forest—”

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“Was just the precursor.” He settled between Nicholas’s legs, the beginnings of a dark smile playing around his lips. “Now you experience what it truly means to be possessed by me.” 

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