He trained again. Trained until his body ached and muscles screamed from agony. Lucien worked through levels of demons and devils the holo-traing unit provided for him. He even trained with Devon and Ashriel; long, bloody, drawn out sessions that seemed to never end.

Seth watched over what he ate, and Zak gave him a grueling workout routine. So far Lucien had gained fifty much needed pounds of pure brawn.

Today he faced Natanael, Abdiel, and Eriel, who, he soon learned were probably the best swordsmen he’d ever fought, aside from his brother and Ashriel.

Abdiel wore the usual loose black pants most reapers wore for training.

Eriel, on the other hand, had a pair of pants that looked as though he’d been dipped from the hips down in a vat of latex. The effect left little to the imagination as it clung to every dip and curve of his body. He also had on a pair of thigh-high patent leather boots that drew more attention to his long-long legs and bulging manly package. He looked every bit the male whore fallen reapers were claimed to be.

Abdiel had plaited his hair into a thick braid that hung halfway down his back, but Eriel had left his glossy sable tresses free.

The dark-haired reaper held his blade at the ready, his eyes black with the promise of death.

Despite Eriel’s indecent training attire, Natanael won the prize for most distracting and obscene. His long Mohawk was shocking pink and he’d added more tattoos to his body; a body that was all but bare.

Instead of pants, the reaper had wrapped a four-inch wide ribbon of black leather around his hips, between his legs and down each long muscular leg. His feet were bare and his fingernails and toes were painted a deep metallic blue. He kept his midnight colored wings spread and ruffled and he too circled Lucien with a grin of pure evil.

“Looser bottoms?” the pink-haired reaper teased, before growling through clenched teeth, “I hate bottoming.”

Lucien felt revulsion lance through him as well as rage. “I’ll kill you first if you think you’ll ever get me to bottom to you.”

“That’s the idea, kiddo,” Eriel chuckled. “You try to kill us, we try to kill you.”

Right.

Lucien knew he needed to get his anger under control. It was why he lost every battle against Devon. He hadn’t been able to defeat Ashriel, but then Ashriel hadn’t been able to kill him either, much to the reaper’s dismay.

Devon had thought it a good idea to train with the reapers in case the Master Guardians hunting them found him. There was still a hefty bounty for the head of the former dark prince.

They came at him relentlessly, using their swords and wings in an attempt to bring him down. Natanael continued to taunt him, and Lucien did his best not to succumb to his revulsion and anger. As soon as they finished training though, he was kicking Natanael’s ass out in the corridor.

Meanwhile, none of the reapers were giving him a chance to get near them. They knew better and kept him at swords length hoping to tire him into losing.

Lucien had blades strapped everywhere and was a master at using them. He was also good with the sword and knew how to push himself beyond exhaustion, so, it was going to be a long session for everyone involved.

Abdiel slashed at Lucien’s belly and spun. His wing clipped Lucien behind his head, sending him to the mat. Feeling Eriel near, he rolled to avoid being gutted and kicked out, getting Natanael between his legs.

The pink-haired reaper went down with a howl of agony.

Served him right, as well as the sword he got sinking into the bare spot between his black wings.

“Game over for you, cocksucker,” Lucien spat as he flipped over and onto his feet again.

His vision was spotty from the blow to his head. Had Abdiel gotten him a little lower it would’ve been game over for Lucien instead.

The holographic reproduction of Natanael fell face-first onto the mat, dead. Across the training hall, the real Nat glared at Luke, still rubbing his injured balls.

Lucien kept his eyes on Abdiel and Eriel. Eriel’s wings were spread and lifted. Abdiel’s wings were lifted away from his back and pressed tight together as if in prayer behind him. He was not smiling, just silent; face expressionless, eyes glossy black voids. If anything, Abdiel scared the shit out of Lucien more than Eriel’s cocky attitude did.

Of course, Lucien knew that was another way they fought. They either tried to rile you or creep you out.

These two were special. They were the ones who’d fought by his father’s side the night his parents were swept into the realm of shadows by a horde of devils.

The memory of his father, Davariel floated in the back of his mind, but he pushed it away. He needed to focus on the battle at hand, even if it was just mostly a holographic training session.

"Concentrate, son." He could almost hear his father instruct him. "You are reaper born, my child."

His vision grew strange. He could see little round things floating in the air around him. The reapers moved as if in slow motion and the sound became muted. Lucien became hyperaware of his opponents, could hear their heartbeat, every breath they took, every miniscule movement on their faces and bodies.

Abdiel’s brows twitched a little closer together and the light fuzz on his left arm lifted. Eriel took in a slow, deep breath, his wings tensing. They were going to come at him simultaneously.

Lucien moved, swiping up Natanael’s discarded sword. He flowed like water, hacking away at both death angels, double swords singing in the air.

Eriel got half a wing hacked off, Abdiel received a gash from throat to gut. Lucien spun, ducked, kicked out, and flipped back.

Eriel flew over him, jabbing down with his sword. It sank into his right lung. He had a few minutes to live now…but he wasn’t dead yet. Lucien drop-rolled onto his own back, scissored his legs up, trapping Erie’s sword and with a hard twist of his body brought the reaper crashing down to the mat. Lucien didn’t hesitate maneuvering his sword back against his forearm before pushing it deep into Eriel’s chest.

Two down.

With the second sword, Lucien jabbed forward, almost impaling Abdiel’s oncoming rush, but the blond reaper halted just in time. Barely.

Abdiel frowned, the first show of emotion on his face as he continued to hover over Lucien.

Lucien grinned until he heard a low growl echoing in the large training chamber.

Abdiel turned his head and flinched.

On Lucien’s training mat there was nothing, but when he looked over to where Abdiel really hovered in the air, his blood froze in his veins.

Boy Rayne approached, naked body still dripping with water, advancing like a predator upon Abdiel.

His fangs were bared and his claws extended, every muscle tense for attack.

Lucien, as well as Abdiel, knew from the dilated pupils that Boy was going to attack.

Lucien ripped the holographic neuro-halo from his head and rushed toward Abdiel’s mat.

Boy obviously thought Abdiel was trying to kill him for real.

“No! Stop, Boy.”

Abdiel’s black wings thundered louder as he began to rise higher, but Boy sprung into action. Abdiel was about ten feet off the training mat and he zipped up maybe four feet more before Boy leapt and wrapped himself around the surprised reaper.

He was like a wild animal. Fangs sank into the reaper’s shoulder, claws ripped his back and shredded feathers. Abdiel let out a howl of pain and crossed his arm over his throat to keep Boy from ripping it out as well. Blood sprayed everywhere as they crashed down.

Lucien reached the edge of the mat just as Boy rolled away from the bleeding death angel, but he looked ready to attack again, crouched down on all fours, body tense. He continued to snarl viciously at Abdiel.

Lucien intervened, putting himself directly between Abdiel and Boy Rayne. He knelt by Abdiel and put pressure on the reaper’s shoulder wound.

“Fuck, Luke.” Abdiel panted, his face twisted in pain.

Lucien looked over his shoulder. Boy Rayne had quieted. He stared, pupils still dilated in wide lavender-colored irises, as blood dripped from his lips and chin.

“It’s not real,” Lucien told him.

Boy Rayne switched his gaze briefly to the other reaper a few paces away before settling once more on the two men before him.

He’d been watching the battle from afar, his hearts nearly seizing in his chest. Three reapers fought against Lucien.

What had horrified Boy most was that the battle scene was quadrupled. It was confusing as well as terrifying.

Lucien had managed to disable two of the reapers, but not without getting seriously hurt himself. The last reaper left clearly had the advantage. Boy wanted to help the man he’d looked to as a potential master, so he’d attacked the black-winged reaper, hoping to even the battle once more.

Boy was familiar with unfair arena fights. He’d lost his last battle in such a fight. His master hadn’t even waited for him to breathe his last and had his trainer toss him in the garbage bins behind the coliseum.

Instead of finishing the reaper off, Lucien had rushed to his aid.

“The fight wasn’t real, Boy,” Lucien was saying again. “It’s a holographic projection.”

Lucien stood carefully and lifted his right hand over his shoulder.

A clear ring flew into his grasp. Lucien placed it over his head and it disappeared. He lifted it off and it appeared in his hand again.

“It’s a neuro-halo. It enhances the holo-training program. If Abdy were to holographically wound me, I’d feel the pain, but I wouldn’t die.”

Lucien offered the neuro-halo to Boy. “It’s how we train to kill without actually killing each other.”

Boy took a step back. Train to kill? As a battle pet, he was tossed into the arena and it was either kill or be killed, and it was for real. That was the extent of their training.

Lucien tossed the clear ring at him and Boy caught it. The warm ring vibrated in his hands.

Again, he looked at Lucien who was helping Abdiel up. He helped the reaper off to the side, talking in a low voice.

Boy slid the ring around his head and immediately found himself facing the other two reapers who’d been, until now, in the far corners of the vast room.

Boy stepped back when a sword materialized almost in front of his nose.

He was sure he’d seen Lucien disable the reapers, but there they stood, grinning at him.

Boy wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the sword and felt its slight weight.

The weapon felt good in his hand. The metal glinted in the light and it made Boy grin, feel powerful. He bared his fangs even more.

The death angels moved closer.

Before leaping into action, he wondered if they’d ever fought an animal.

Lucien tensed when he saw the reapers engage Boy Rayne.

The battle pet was pure, raw, savage, aggression, and though the reapers possessed lethal wings, it soon became clear to Lucien that they did not have any advantage over Boy. Boy had fangs, claws, and an ability to flow around them like water that left Lucien’s mouth gaping. Where he learned to use a sword, Lucien did not know, but the Merulian used it as if it were an extension to his body.

Holographic cuts opened on both reapers and each winced and grunted with every cut. Boy Rayne only hissed and snarled whenever one of the reapers connected a blow, and they were far and few in between. Boy Rayne definitely was doing more damage to the reapers, to Lucien’s shock. Reapers were supposed to be undefeatable by normal beings.

Again, Lucien used his second sight to gaze upon Boy Rayne’s aura. It flamed around him bright and white, like the corona of a supernova. It was almost blinding, swirling with a few wisps of dark from others who’d tainted him, but pure nonetheless. Had Boy been a supernatural being, his aura would have blinded Lucien, the way Devon’s usually did.

Boy Rayne’s white hair was plastered against his body. He had two prominent scars along his back, as if at one time he might have had wings. There was another ugly one low on his back, right over the crack of his buttocks. Did Boy have a tail once? Lucien narrowed his eyes realizing that, yes, he’d had a tail, and it had obviously been chopped off.

God.

Something else pulled the air right from Lucien’s chest.

Boy Rayne’s pectorals were swollen. He had very small breasts.

“What-the-fuck?” Lucien let out on a whoosh of breath.

“They go through cycles,” Abdiel said next to him. “Looks like his feminine side is in heat. Explains why the little Merulian wants to take our heads.”

Lucien frowned at Abdiel.

The reaper rolled his eyes and added, “The battle pet is infatuated with you, Luke. It was defending you.”

Lucien turned to stare at Boy Rayne feeling as though a star freighter had just rolled over him.

“Holo-training over,” he shouted.

The overhead floodlights brightened and the holographic projections ceased.

Boy hunched over, clearly confused.

Lucien approached him…or her.

The battle pet stared at him with wide frightened lavender eyes.

Lucien raised his hand. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The battle pet stood straighter, which made the soft perky breasts jut out more.

Natanael approached from the other end of the training room. “Mmm, sexy,” he purred.

Suddenly, Lucien wanted to kill the reaper for real.

Natanael stopped, eyes wide, as he regarded Lucien warily. “What?”

“Come here,” he commanded Boy Rayne, internally wincing at how sharp his voice came out.

Great. Now they were all staring at him as if he’d lost his mind.

After a few seconds, the battle pet took the first tentative step.

As Boy Rayne approached, Lucien studied the body of the battle pet carefully.

His cock, now flaccid, was very small. So small, it could have passed for the enlarged clitoris of a woman. Softly curving hips sloped to muscular thighs and that delicate waist accentuated perky breasts big enough to cup.

Lucien’s hands itched to touch, but he held himself back.

Boy’s shoulders were wider than a woman’s and his face still held a trace more maleness than delicate female.

When he stopped a few inches from Lucien, Lucien could not help breathe him in. Sugar and salt. That was Boy. Like oceans and wild flowers.

“What are you?” Lucien asked softly. “Are you more man or woman?”

Boy blinked, a little frown marring the smooth skin between his up-slanted pale brows. A soft flush made his cheeks glow and for a moment; Lucien thought female. Not masculine.

Boy Rayne frowned slightly then, and shook his head almost imperceptibly.

“Talk,” Lucien ordered. “You have a voice. Remi repaired you.”

Boy’s lips pressed together and his eyes lit with defiance. Lucien balled his hands into fists. It was all he could do to resist the urge to grab the battle pet and kiss that defiant look right off…

“Fuck,” Lucien hissed taking a step back. He ran a hand through his sweaty locks and looked away.

“I’m…” The sound of the battle pet’s voice made him gasp. Lucien’s eyes snapped back to that gut wrenching beautiful face. Boy was trembling now and that fucking name was totally wrong. All wrong.

“You’re what?” Lucien whispered.

A little pink tongue swiped lush lips. “I’m - I’m a woman…and I’m also a man. I’m both,” Boy whispered now, eyes welling up.

Again, Lucien’s eyes dropped down to the soft swells of feminine flesh on Boy’s chest. Taking a deep breath, he said, “It’s okay. I’m sorry I tried to hurt you a few weeks past.”

Boy only nodded after a few moments. “I wasn’t allowed to speak.”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “No one will hurt you here for speaking. You’re free. Understand?”

Boy Rayne’s eyes looked at the other reapers before going back to Lucien’s face. “Will I still fight in the arenas?”

Lucien shook his head. “Not unless you want to. You don’t have to.”

Boy Rayne frowned, looking at the reapers again. “Why were you fighting reapers?”

“We’re training for a mission.”

Boy’s frown vanished. Lucien could see he was trying to understand. A Gorgundt cap would do him wonders and he actually debated as to whether or not he should give one to Boy Rayne.

Remi appeared as if on cue. Lucien gave him a dirty look, knowing he’d been eavesdropping into his thoughts yet again.

Boy jumped, startled at Remi’s appearance, but miraculously did not snarl at him.

Lucien snatched the cap away before Remi placed it on Boy’s head first. He wanted to be the one to place the cap on Boy’s head…but not here, in front of the others.

“I’m taking you to my quarters, Boy.”

“He’s going to have a bit more personality when he wakes up, Luke,” Remi said.

*******

Lucien clenched his teeth in irritation. He’d been pacing furiously back and forth on the white rug in his seating area. A trench was beginning to form.

The annoying red weredragon had followed Lucien and Boy to Lucien’s quarters. Lucien tried to ignore him, but that was nearly impossible because Remien Fyre did not know how to shut the fuck up.

Lucien gave Boy one of his silky black robes to wear because the sight of his body was making Luke feel really edgy.

Remi was the one who’d told him to lie back on the couch. Lucien had to snarl at him to get him away from Boy so he could place the cap over Boy Rayne’s gleaming white locks.

After a while, Boy’s eyes had gone glassy and he looked almost as if he was asleep, but with his eyes open.

Different expressions flitted over his face. At times he would smile, other times he would gasp. Remi had to physically hold Lucien when Boy began to sniffle and cry, but soon his distress turned to snarling anger.

Lucien pushed Remi away in annoyance. “What the hell is that thing showing him anyway?”

Remi grinned, his snakebite piercings glinting. “I might have tweaked the info a bit—“

Lucien gripped the front of Remi’s black uniform shirt hard.

“Easy,” Zak blurted suddenly appearing next to them. His huge hands landed on Lucien’s chest, trying to come between him and Rem.

“Explain tweak, Fyre,” Lucien snarled.

Remi gulped loudly, the whites of his eyes showing.

“Let Luke kick his ass,” Seth drawled from behind them. “Serves him right for being such a meddlesome pain-in-the-ass.”

Lucien shook the red weredragon a bit. “What did you do to the Gorgundt cap?”

Remi’s brows jerked together in a scowl. “I just added more stuff, like how to talk like a normal person, unlike Sethaliel, and some stuff about us.”

Remi gave him a sudden shove back, making Lucien stumble. When Lucien tried to rush him again, Zak was an immovable wall between them.

“Do not try to hit him, because I always get nailed instead,” Zak growled with a frown.

Behind him, Remi chuckled. “That’s because you always stick your sorry ass in the way, dude.”

Zak let him go and stepped back.

Lucien took a cleansing breath. He was just about to order everyone out when he noticed Boy Rayne reaching up to pull the cap off with a little groan.

They all rushed to his side and surrounded him.

Silence reigned as Boy Rayne blinked slightly disorientated eyes up at them.

Lucien held his breath, wondering what he’d say. If he noticed the slightest thing off in the battle pet, he was personally going to rip Remi’s heart out and eat it.

Boy Rayne’s gaze grew sharper, his eyes going over everyone’s face.

A slow blush crept up his neck and onto his adorable face.

Lucien felt as if someone had kicked him in the gut.

Boy Rayne hunched his shoulders and blurted, “Is this a fucking funeral? Why are you all staring at me?”

Remi began to laugh, Zak snorted, Seth just shook his head; Lucien had to close his mouth and pop his eyes back into their sockets.

Unable to help himself, he gripped Boy Rayne’s shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position. The robe slid off one shoulder, exposing the top of one little enticing swell of flesh.

Lucien’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and he forcibly raised his gaze to Boy’s face. “Are you Okay?”

Holy fuck. Why had his voice come out so damn raspy and deep?

“Would all of you get the hell out of here?” Lucien almost roared

Zak flashed away, but Remi stayed, staring expectantly at Lucien and Boy Rayne. Seth’s eyes were on Remi.

“Let’s go, Fyre,” Seth said.

Remi puffed out a frustrated breath. “Fine,” he snapped before zapping out in a ball of red-gold fire.

Seth was also gone half a second later.

Lucien turned back to Boy Rayne. “I’ve got to change your name,” he muttered more to himself than Boy.

Boy frowned. “Why?”

Before Lucien could utter a reply, Boy ripped open the black robe, exposing the white line of his body. Lucien’s eyes fastened to the sight of the pretty little breasts decorating Boy, but the battle pet drew his attention away by sliding his hand down the middle of his torso to the rapidly swelling cock between his shapely thighs.

Lucien jerked upright to his feet.

Boy jumped up from the couch, brows pinched over his pert nose. “I attract and repel you.”

It was a statement.

Lucien swallowed, and shook his head. “You don’t understand. It’s nothing to do with you personally.”

Boy’s face smoothed over, eyes wide. “I…I like you,” he whispered.

Heat raced through his body. Lucien took another step back. “Don’t say that,” he hissed.

Boy frowned again. “Why?”

Lucien tried to distract himself with the vision of Rayne, so soft, nubile, and sweet. But I can never have her.

“Because you have no idea what I am,” Lucien replied darkly.

Boy Rayne’s eyes grew dark. He let the robe finally fall around his ankles. “I know exactly who and what you are, Lucien of Angelos, son of Davariel, the angel of destruction.” He took a step forward, Lucien another back. “You were the dark prince, You betrayed your friends and bothers at arms and were cursed to the anteroom to hell after Seth killed you.”

Lucien sucked in a breath, his heart about to pound through his chest. “Stop.”

But Boy didn’t stop. He came closer. “They enslaved you—“

Lucien lashed out telepathically, shoving the memory of his reign as dark prince into Boy’s mind. He’d had to hide, fight when he was found. Lucien had to kill or be tortured. Do the demons bidding or be raped repeatedly. The things his stepfather had done to him paled with what the devils and demons forced him to endure.

Screams filled his mind, the screams of his past…the agony.

He pressed his fists to his eyes willing the images away. The wailing continued.

It wasn’t until Remi slapped him hard enough to send him dazed to the floor did he realize the wailing came from Boy Rayne.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Remi seethed before rushing back to Boy’s side.

Zak was already gathering him up, talking soothingly to him. Seth looked completely lost as what to do.

Lucien rubbed the side of his burning face, staring stupidly as the others tried to soothe Boy Rayne.

Suddenly, the battle pet shove away from them with a snarl and rushed to Lucien.

The nightmare of his memories still fresh in his mind, Lucien just closed his eyes and steeled himself, a whimper escaping his lips. He wouldn’t be able to tolerate being touched. He just knew it. Felt faint with it.

His heart pounded in his ears and his skin crawled, anticipating Boy’s touch. He would feel the press of his cock against his flesh and it would make him scream and scream and scream.

Moments passed and nothing happened. Lucien’s breath hissed in and out through his clenched teeth. Slowly he pried his eyes opened.

The first thing he saw was Boy Rayne huddled in a tight ball a few inches from Lucien’s booted feet. The other three Alpha Angles just stood near the couch, their faces etched with worry.

Lucien slowly drew his feet closer to his body…away from Boy Rayne.

The movement made Boy flinch and look up.

His face was ravaged, tear-stained, eyes red and puffy, nose running and lips swollen. His once bright, lavender eyes were full of pain.

“My master did the same to me,” was all he whispered on a broken sob.

Something within Lucien twisted, snapped, opened and flooded out. He found himself reaching for the battle pet, wrapping his hands around sinewy biceps and hauling him into his arms and lap.

There was no revulsion or disgust, only need. Need to soothe, need to bond. Boy had suffered the same nightmares as Lucien. He understood. It was all that mattered.

Lucien pressed his face into Boy’s neck and inhaled. “They won’t hurt us anymore.”

“I’ll protect you,” Boy whispered, shocking Lucien. “Next time, I’ll let them take me instead.”

Lucien couldn’t help the snarl that escaped his lips. He held Boy tighter, using his second sight to stare at the two Dominatio that always hovered near him. “Never. Over my fucking dead body.”

*******

A gentle finger sliding back a strand of his hair awakened Boy Rayne.

“Why don’t you go sleep in your own room?” Lucien said with his deep sexy voice.

Boy pushed up from the couch and yawned. “It stinks in there,” he replied rubbing one eye.

He waited until Lucien stood and began walking away to be able to drink in the sight of him.

Beautiful as always, he sauntered away, gleaming, multifaceted blond hair swaying right above his tight ass. Too bad he’d taken to wearing loose white drawstring pants to sleep. At least they hung low enough on his hips to accentuate how his waist V’ed up to broad muscular shoulders. Lucien was a wet dream of a man, not even the many scars that marred his bronzed flesh deterred from his utter beauty.

Boy frowned when Luke bent over the bar in the corner and retrieved the familiar black bottle.

Lucien had said something and turned around to pin him with a questioning look.

“Well?” Lucien said in that growly voice that gave Boy flesh bumps.

Boy nibbled his lower lip. “Uh…no.”

Lucien just stared at him, face blank. “You weren’t listening to me were you?”

Boy felt his face flush and grinned sheepishly.

Lucien closed his eyes with a frustrated sigh, making Boy’s hearts knock against each other unpleasantly. He brought the bottle up to his lips and took a deep pull.

Boy watched mesmerized as he swallowed, the lump at his throat bobbing up and down enticingly. Boy sometimes imagined pressing his teeth against that sexy lump.

Lucien coughed once and fixed Boy with a rather bleary stare.

“I asked you what the hell your room stank like. We’ve had it cleaned like a hundred times.”

Boy wrinkled his nose.

“It smells…sterile.”

Lucien snorted. “I’ll tell the reapers to hold one of their little orgies in there. That ought to take care of that.”

“I’m not sure I’d like that stink either,” Boy pouted, before grinning and bouncing up. “Why can’t I just stay here with you?”

Lucien choked mid swallow. He wiped his mouth and looked at Boy again. “We talked about that, Rayne.”

Boy frowned. He’d taken to calling him just Rayne. “I’m not her.”

Lucien turned and slammed the bottle on the counter making Boy jump. “I know you’re not her.,” he said very softly after a long pause.

When he didn’t turn back around, Boy asked, “Where is she?”

“She’s…” He went silent again, bowed his head. The seconds dragged by, until finally he sighed, “She tried to hurt herself and we had to put her in stasis.”

Boy jumped to his feet, shock streaking through him. “Why did she try to hurt herself?”

“It’s complicated,” Lucien answered without turning to face him.

Fear was the next emotion to slam into him. He’d spurned every attempt that tiny girl made to befriend him. Every time he saw her she’d been alone, shoulders hunched, looking lost and afraid. “Was it my fault?” he said choking back a sob. If she’d hurt herself because of him he’d never forgive himself.

Lucien turned with a confused frown. “Of course not.”

Boy remembered how good she’d made him feel. The memory made him shudder. “She was pretty.”

Her hair was a river of black down her spine and she was just so little and delicate and cute. Her mouth had been pure heaven. He sucked in a slow breath when he felt his cock begin to rise and looked up at Lucien with wide eyes.

Lucien had turned and was leaning against the bar, watching him with narrowed ice-blue eyes. “You like her?”

Boy felt his face go hot. Hell yes, he liked her. The girl had sucked his cock for the first time and blown his mind. He could almost imagine all three of them in bed together again. Boy wanted to be in the middle once more, having girl Rayne suck him off as Lucien kissed him cross-eyed.

“All three?” Lucien whispered.

Boy gave a startled lurch, his eyes widening. Had he blurted out his thoughts?

Lucien drank down more of the strange liquid from the bottle and then slammed it back on the counter.

Boy scrambled over the back of the couch when Lucien began to stalk toward him. It was no use, of course, because the man only teleported himself right in front of Boy, blocking his escape.

Boy grunted when he slammed against Lucien’s hard muscled body. He leaned back, rubbing at his smarting girl boobs as Lucien caged him in against the back of the couch.

One of Lucien’s hands snaked behind Boy’s neck, dragging his face mere inches from Lucien’s. All Boy could do was gape at him.

“Is that all you want from me, Boy Rayne? A kiss?”

Boy opened his mouth, unsure as to how to reply to that, but Lucien took the option to reply right out of his hands. His mouth slammed down onto Boy’s and his tongue slid in hard, making Boy grip the back of the couch before he melted into the floor.

The kiss was hard and demanding, almost hurting Boy’s tender lips. One of Lucien’s hands gripped a breast through the thin white tank top Angel had given him. His hand squeezed his swollen breast as he growled into his mouth.

Boy arched his hips purposefully, to remind him of what he was, but Lucien broke the kiss to practically shove him around, facing away from him.

Boy gasped when metal cuffs just appeared around his wrists, a solid chain connected to each one. Each chain looked as if it were anchored to the floor in front of the couch. Boy couldn’t tell. All he knew was that he couldn’t pull free.

“Hey, I’m not one of your subs,” he protested when Lucien pressed his cock against Boy’s ass.

“Shhh,” Lucien hushed as his hands peeled the front of the tank down to let Boy’s breasts pop free. His hands again cupped them, massaging, pinching the nipples until all Boy could do was rise on tiptoes and hiss in pleasure. “Look at these pretty little titties. Fuck. I’ve always had a weakness for girls with little biteable tits.”

The pleasurable fog that had Boy’s loins aching ebbed. “Do you like Merulians with nice d—?“

A ball gag cut off the rest of his words.

Lucien rocked against his ass and pinched his nipples, but Boy Rayne no longer wanted to play. Not like this. He was not just a girl or boy, but both, and until he decided which way he wanted to go, he preferred if he was respected as both.

Stop— he projected into Lucien’s mind.

Lucien froze and backed away. He was panting, but the cuffs and ball gag disappeared.

Boy spun around with a scowl, rubbing at his wrists.

Lucien wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” Lucien said, running a hand through his blond hair.

He was so damn hot, for a moment, Boy was disappointed he’d stopped him.

Lucien backed away some more, looking at Boy with strangely cold eyes now. “Don’t tell anyone what happened.”

Boy blinked as Lucien turned away and grabbed that damned bottle again. “Why?”

Lucien had been on his way toward the door, but turned angrily. “Just don’t,” he snapped, his hand slicing through the air definitively. “And tonight sleep in your own fucking quarters.”

He spun on his heel and stormed out.

Boy’s eyes stung. He wondered if maybe he was pushing for too much too soon. Maybe he should become a full she. In order for that to happen, he needed to start dressing and acting more as a she…surround herself with males and allow herself to be used as a woman. It would take a few tries, but eventually her feminine side would become more pronounced. It might be the only way to finally win Lucien for keeps.

*******

Access to Earth had been accepted. Seth had managed all the final details and they would be departing for the Edenian solar system on the morrow.

Lucien’s whiskey-addled brain had him feeling maudlin. There were so many memories on Earth. Memories he would rather not recall. He’d shoved them deep into the farthest recesses of his mind and locked them behind a metal door. Sometimes he could hear the tap-tap-tapping of the ghosts of the past. They knocked and scratched at the mental blockade, seeking to slither out and torment him once more.

The Demons hadn’t tried to snatch him back to hell, and he couldn’t feel their presence any longer. That would change once he left the safety of Alpha 7, Even though Devon assured him he was keeping him protected. Lucien didn’t feel anything different around him. No bite of power or sizzle of energy, but Devon assured him the demons could not take him anymore.

Lucien staggered down the corridor toward Doc’s lab. Dev had given him an entire level to make his home. Lucien often wondered if the good old Doc was scoring any good ass since he’d come aboard the space station. The guy was about a hundred years old, but he was in good condition. He had to get lonely sometime.

Lucien frowned, wondering if leaving Rayne in his care was a good idea. The girl was fucking gorgeous, and fucking fuckable…

Lucien chuckled at his own crazy thoughts, before bursting through the steel doors of the med-unit.

A sterile white lounge greeted him. Soft lighting did nothing to warm the room. Lucien frowned at his reflection in the mirror in front of the double steel doors. He looked like a dark shadow amidst so much white with his black Alpha Angels uniform.

Turning to the right, he stumbled down another corridor, passing various doors until he reached the end of the hallway.

Chugging down the last mouthfuls of fiery Black Death whiskey, he wiped his mouth and went into Rayne’s resting place.

Wall sconces along one wall cast a soft golden glow in the room. There were brightly colored flowers in a crystal vase on a table in the corner.

Alluna must’ve brought them to her. She visited Rayne various times a day.

A soft beige couch was immediately to Lucien’s right and a floor lamp shaped like a tall white cylinder stood in the corner, opposite the table. Directly in front was a holographic picture of a tropical beach. The moon cast a silver path upon the foaming water as the shadows of palms danced lazily in the warm breeze. Very pretty.

It looked all very homey, except for the glass stasis unit in the middle of the room.

Lucien dropped the bottled he’d carried all the way from his quarters. It hit the sand colored carpet with a dull thud as he staggered forward.

Looking at her was like a punch to his gut. He collapsed onto the top of the stasis unit and stared at her through the glass.

“My sleeping beauty,” he crooned, hands caressing the cold glass.

How he wanted to open the damned glass coffin and yank her out. She’d hated this thing and he’d put her back in it.

“Please, forgive me, baby. You deserve so much better than me. I’m shit. Filthy, tainted, garbage.” He blinked back the moisture in his eyes. “I can’t have you in my life, sweetness. If they ever found me…they’d kill you.”

Lucien traced the lines of her body along the glass, admiring how delicate she looked. Boy was taller, muscles more delineated, his face more exotic.

For a moment, he indulged in the fantasy of all three together, but unlike how boy had imagined it, he pictured them in a different embrace. He would take them both. Plunder Rayne’s innocence and then have Boy diligently lick every last drop of her essence from his cock before taking him as well. He’d tie them down and have them both, have them beg and squirm.

He closed his eyes. “No. That’s perverse. I won’t taint you with my perversion.”

Lucien straightened reluctantly, made his way out of the lab, and saw doc sitting in the lounge.

Doc stood and smiled at him. “Visiting?”

Lucien ran a hand through his messy blond locks. “Yeah. We leave tomorrow.”

“I remember the plan. Chameleon and Cyneolle are to awaken her. She’s doing good. Her vitals are strong and healthy. The borgs were able to restore the damage she’d inflicted on herself a few weeks ago.”

“Do you feel desire for her?” Lucien couldn’t help but ask, even as jealousy burned him from the inside out.

Doc Quinn looked surprised, but then chuckled. “She’s a pretty little thing, but I like my gals a lot older.”

Lucien continued to eye him suspiciously.

Doc’s eyes narrowed. “Have you been drinking?” He wrinkled his nose when he sniffed.

Lucien snorted and turned, finally making his way out of the good doctor’s home.

Once out in the corridor, he shuffled to the lift and rode up to his level. He could have teleported, but he had to admit he was too shit-faced to try.

Lucien chuckled to himself.

The reapers accompanying them on their mission had invited him to their little celebratory party in the playroom. He needed more alcohol in his blood so now would be a good time to make an appearance. Of course, if they started fucking, he was grabbing a few bottles of Black Death and ditching back to his quarters.

Boy was still sneaking into his rooms after he passed out inebriated at night. Lucien could smell his scent of wild flowers and oceans whenever he opened his eyes in the morning.

Boy had made himself scarce since that morning when Lucien almost fucked him against the couch. Every time he remembered, he got so hard he had to go and secretly jack himself off. Afterward, he needed to drink himself into a stupor to numb out the shame.

Hence, why he was drunk now. He’d awakened that very morning spewing ropey lines of cum all over his belly after having had the most erotic wet dream with both his Raynes.

“My Raynes,” he sighed, exiting the lift and starting toward the loud music at the end of the corridor.

Amadashiel was leaning against the wall in the corridor, playfully blowing smoke into the reaper, Reiven’s face. Reiven leaned his arm on the wall to one side of her as the finger from his free hand circled her navel.

Lucien strode right up to both reapers. Grinning, he pulled the red, dragon weed stick from Amadashiel’s pouty lips and took a long, deep drag of smoke into his lungs.

Pleasure was a sledgehammer to the center of his forehead. Lucien closed his eyes, and tipped his head back, holding his breath in ecstasy.

Amadashiel giggled, her greedy hands trailing up the center of his chest.

In the psychedelic haze that blanketed his mind, he heard a laugh. It fired his blood, teased his cock, made him open his eyes and walk past Amadashiel’s groping hands and straight into the playroom.

Reapers lounged about. In one corner, a red-haired reaper girl, named Amaranth sat with Abdiel. They seemed a little out of place since they were neither drinking or smoking and just observed the others.

Another female reaper he didn’t recognize shared a hookah with Eriel.

In the center of the room was Natanael, black wings spread, acid-green Mohawk swaying against his tight ass. He was humping someone dancing with him to the hard thumping rock music blaring from the surround sound speakers.

Lucien couldn’t see whom Nat was practically fucking, but whoever it was had mile high glass heels and gorgeously shaped long legs.

Eyes narrowed, Lucien made his way around the dancing couple and then stopped dead in his tracks.

She , because there was no fucking way he could call what he was staring at a he anymore, was a sight to behold.

The dress that draped that perfect body fell to just a breath past a pert ass. It looked as if all the stars in the universe had been collected and sprinkled on that silver dress. Her breasts were a little bigger now and no bra covered the tightly drawn nipples trying to pierce their way out of that indecently short dress.

Lucien swallowed a growl, schooled his features to show nothing, and took a seat to watch Boy Rayne. He didn’t even move a finger when Eriel threw himself in the empty spot right next to him.

“Who would’ve thought, eh?” the reaper laughed, elbowing Lucien in the ribs. “That battle pet makes one hot fucking ladyboy. Oh-fuck,” Eriel undid the closure to his pants. Amadashiel sauntered over and assisted him, pulling out his distended cock. “That’s right, baby. In the mood for some pussy tonight, but your mouth will do just fine.”

Lucien ignored Eriel thrusting his dick deeply into Amadashiel’s throat. He just kept his eyes on Boy Rayne. Someone passed him another bottle of Black Death and he chugged deeply from it.

A growl finally did escape him when Boy turned, pressing her ass against Natanael’s cock. Natanael gripped her hips and slid his hands up, dragging the dress to her waist. Boy had black panties that barely contained whatever the fuck was between those gorgeous thighs. It was smooth, no bump, no sign of a cock, completely female.

What. The. Fuck.

He almost cringed when Lucien rose from the couch. The look in his eyes was feral, pure undiluted lust. Even Natanael chuckled an “Oh, shit” behind him.

He looked enormous, muscles bulging everywhere, blond hair pouring around his shoulders down to his waist, a thousand shades of gold.

Lucien’s upper lip was beaded in sweat, his face flushed, eyes a little red, and pupils dilated wide in those icy blue pools.

When he was just a few inches away, Natanael released Boy Rayne and moved back. Lucien did not budge or attempt to touch him. Just stood there after shaking his glorious tresses to one side, and stared down at boy with his head cocked at an angle.

Boy moved closer, like a moth to golden flame, unable to help himself. Boldly, he pressed his body against Lucien, danced so that the tips of his breasts rubbed on the magnificent sculpted chest before him.

He gave Lucien the hottest look he could muster, licking his full lower lip before biting it. He wanted to show his fangs, growl and hiss, but that was not how humans showed they were receptive to sharing sex. Lucien might think he was trying to be aggressive.

He held his breath when Lucien lifted the hand that held the bottle of Black Death whiskey and traced Boy’s lips.

“Suck it,” he demanded on a raspy breath.

Boy opened his mouth and allowed Lucien to slide his long, thick finger inside. Tilting his head at an angle, Boy imagined he was sucking him off, did his best to relay that image to Lucien with his eyes. Lucien’s eyes darkened. Oh, yeah. He was imagining it too

Boy pushed his belly against Lucien and gasped when he felt how aroused the man was. His thick cock reached past Boy’s bellybutton.

Wow.

Lucien grinned evilly and pushed his finger deeper, triggering Boy’s gag reflex. Boy choked.

“Come-on baby,” Lucien growled. “You can take more than that.”

Two more fingers joined the first and Lucien teased the back of Boy’s throat.

It was almost too much, and when Boy tried to rear back, Lucien caught the back of his head with his other hand, trapping him.

Lucien chuckled and slipped his fingers out, offering the bottle of whiskey instead.

He’d never had alcohol before, but opened his mouth to allow Lucien to pour it in. He understood what it meant. Lucien not only wanted Boy to suck him off, he wanted him to swallow down his cum as well.

Oh, fuck-yeah.

The cool liquid slid in, almost overflowing his lips, poured down his throat warmth blooming from his belly, until it began to burn.

Boy choked, his eyes became teary from the burn as alcohol flowed down his chest and belly, drenching the dress Rowie had loaned him.

As he sputtered and coughed, Lucien watched him closely.

Boy wiped at the tears flowing down his cheeks and stared up defiantly at Lucien.

“Too much, baby?” Lucien asked in a low growl.

Boy smirked. “Hardly.” His voice had come out huskier than he’d wanted and vibrated with a purr.

Lucien saw red. Red with unbridled lust. He need inside this little fucker. Like now.

Gripping the back of Boy Rayne’s neck, he practically dragged her out of the playroom to the sound of howls, whistles, and lots of lewd comments.

The battle pet stumbled a bit, probably unaccustomed to the obscenely high stilettos, but didn’t resist Lucien manhandling her into is rooms.

He let her go abruptly as soon as the round door whooshed shut behind them.

Boy put her fingers to her temples as if trying to gather her wits. Lucien slipped his hands under the long cascade of silver iridescent hair and rent the little dress in two.

Boy gasped, and turned abruptly, just as the dress sailed over to the far end of the room. Her gorgeous lavender eyes were wide. “Fuck. That was a loaner.”

“Too bad,” Lucien snarled and stalked forward.

“Are you going to tie me up?”

Boy’s tiny nipples tightened and her goose flesh became more pronounced. Lucien’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Maybe.”

He stalked her relentlessly to the couch. Boy gripped the back of the white leather couch the second her ass made contact with it as if her life depended on it.

Lucien let his gaze peruse the succulent beauty before him. She had the body of a warrior, like Anniel’s. Small breasts sat high, tipped with rose-colored nipples. Her skin was pale, making the black g-string panties stand out more.

Lucien teleported his clothing off, and pressed against her, rubbing his cock on the gloriously smooth mound of flesh between her thighs. “I’m definitely going to fuck you,” he growled nipping the point of one little ear. Those pointy ears were going to be the death of him, they were so cute.

She shuddered, and he knew she was about to say something, so Lucien slammed his mouth over hers and shoved his tongue in deep.

He fisted his hands in the silky fall of white blond hair and dry humped her as he ravaged her mouth. He felt the moment when her legs grew too weak to hold her up and swung her into his arms.

Staring straight ahead, he strode into his sleeping area, beyond the frosted glass partition.

“Low-low lights,” he commanded.

The soft glow in the room dimmed even more, until only the lights under the pedestal of the bed shimmered, just barely. He wanted nothing to mar this joining. The less he saw the better he’d feel tomorrow.

He tossed her on the bed, “Turn over,” he snarled.

“W-what? But I want to face you,” was the shy reply in the dark.

Her glass heels glittered in the dark and her hair glowed with the faint lighting that lit the bottom of the round pedestal bed.

Lucien crawled up her body and offered his cock to suck. When she reached for him, he used his powers to bind and pull her arms high up over her head.

“No touching,” he rasped. If she refused, he’d die, but he’d let her go.

When she remained silent, he leaned forward resting his weight on hands and knees, cock poised over her mouth. He spread his legs until he was low enough to slip past lush lips. She lifted her head and heat engulfed the tip of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he got out through gritted teeth.

She began sucking him hungrily. At first, he tried to rein in the urge to thrust, knowing he was too big for most to handle, but she let him slip out and ran those wet lips down the length of him to his balls where she sucked each one reverently. Lucien swore roundly. His thighs were trembling now and his balls tightened up excruciatingly tight.

He was going to come…hard.

Oh, fuck-no.

He jerked his hips back when she nipped at him with those sharp little fangs of hers. Her mouth engulfed him. He couldn’t help himself. With a groan, his hips surged forward and his cock slid farther back in her mouth. She took it, so he thrust again, and this time, he slid down her throat.

Heaven. Hell.

He couldn’t stop.

He fucked that hot mouth with long deep strokes, his pleasure peaking every time he heard her gag around his aching flesh.

No, most women couldn’t handle his cock. He was too fucking big. They loved it, though. Loved the pain he brought when he cleaved them in two, loved the sensation of suffocating as he gagged them, pushed it down their throats until they couldn’t breathe.

He pulled back, swimming past the blinding urge to just keep slamming himself down that clenching throat to give Rayne a chance to breathe, but she reared up to take him deep again.

Lucien froze.

“Shit, I’m coming,” he pushed past clenched teeth.

Rayne let him go quickly. “But you said you’d fuck me,” she whined.

Lucien bit his lip until it bled, holding back his orgasm.

Rising up, he just sat on Rayne’s chest, panting. She remained silent.

She.

What would Lucien find when he scooted down. Had her cock become engorged? She’d looked so damn pretty dressed like a girl, the triangle between her legs rounded and smooth.

If he felt a cock down there other than his, he’d be sick. He’d throw up. Just thinking about it had him sweating profusely and trembling.

At least his ardor had cooled. He didn’t feel as if just the slightest breeze would have him spilling like an undisciplined idiot.

She arched beneath him and mewled. Fucking mewled like a sex-starved kitten. Holy. Fuck.

“Please, fuck me.”

Demanding little vixen.

Lucien slid down off the bed, and griped slender ankles in his hands. Getting back into his bed, he pushed up those long legs until he leaned on top of them, bending Rayne in half.

He could feel her breath panting in his face. Angling his hips, he found the seam of her ass. She was soaked, slippery cream smeared all over her butt cheeks and crack. Lucien traced the deep grove to heaven with the tip of his dick. He felt the indentation of her ass and was tempted to just plunge in…but she had a pussy. All Merulians, male and female, had a pussy. He traced farther up and found his treasure.

“Did your master ever take you here?”

“S-sometimes. Once or twice. I don’t remember,” was the shaky reply.

Lucien closed his eyes and swore inwardly. He began pressing inward. Rayne gave a strangled little cry.

By all that was unholy, she was tight. Lucien bit his lip and for a moment wondered if he should continue. She bucked beneath him and he realized…she was desperate for penetration.

He released her legs, letting them fall to either side of him as he surged forward, the movement tearing a shout from both of them.

Rayne jerked on her restraints. Lucien gripped handfuls of the sheet and began to thrust wildly.

He was finally fucking…Rayne. He was fucking Rayne.

His mind blanked, focused on her throaty cries of passion. He heard, and felt her come once, twice, thrice…he lost count. He’d kiss her in between, letting her catch her breath. He hadn’t come yet but he could feel so much hot fluid sliding down his tightly drawn nuts. He didn’t want to think about what it could be or mean.

He began to thrust in her again, his breath hammering in and out of his lips raggedly. His mouth was salivating copiously, and the suddenly urge to bite struck him. He sank his fangs into her shoulder, felt her do the same to him and exploded.

He roared, slammed his pelvis into the cradle of her thighs, and sent another jet of hot semen into her clenching snatch. His balls contracted and for a minute, he thought he was going to die.

Rayne, fangs still buried deep in his shoulder, writhed beneath him. She undulated like a snake that had been speared. Oh, she’d been speared all right.

He jerked against her again, still spilling. His cock by now was bathed with so much hot fluid, he was sure they were swimming in it.

Chills ran up and down his spine as his dick jerked and convulsed inside her velvety, tight depths. At last he collapsed, his body sliding against bare flesh as sweaty as his. It was little revolting, but felt good; good after sex fluids, spent bodies sliding against each other, reveling in the afterglow.

Rayne licked at his shoulder, cleaning the blood off. Had he been in full Dom mode, he would’ve made her clean the cum off his cock and balls with her tongue. Right now, he was too sated and tired.

Reaching up, he tweaked one of her nipples hard enough to make her jolt and yip in surprise.

She’d better get used to it, because he loved pinching nipples until they turned deep cherry red. They’d be sore tomorrow, which also pleased him. She’d not be able to think of anything but him and the pounding he’d just given her.

A thought made him frown.

“Don’t tell anyone about what we just did.”

He felt her still beneath him.

After a moment, “Why?”

Lucien grimaced and hoped she couldn’t see it. “We’re going on a mission and Seth’s going to bitch about us not having our minds on our job.”

“Oh.” She didn’t sound too convinced.

“He might separate us,” Lucien added.

Her thighs clenched around his hips, making Lucien grin.

Possessive already. His grin faded. He shouldn’t like that so much. He usually got fucked over and wasn’t willing to risk his heart anymore.

He slid to the side, released her arms and spooned her from behind.

Aren’t we going to clean up?”

Lucien buried his nose in her silken hair and grunted. “No. In a few minutes I’m going to fuck you again. Just need a little power nap.”

After a while, she whined, “But I gotta pee.”

Lucien gave her a hard slap on her ass. “Hold it.”

She gasped and wiggled against him. “You’re so fucking mean.”

Instead of flashing a ball gag over her mouth, he released her with a sigh. “Go ahead.”

He felt her sit up. “It’s dark.”

Lucien buried his head beneath a pillow and said, “Lights medium.”

He wasn’t sure he wanted to look. He was terrified of what he’d see.

After he heard her run off into the hygiene room, he got up and stumbled into the lounge.

He needed to get a little more shit-faced for the rest of the night’s activities. Hopefully, tomorrow he wouldn’t remember any of it.