Grant had made a deal. He would use his talent, and his sister, Kaylee, would get what she needed. What he didn't count on though, was the deal turning sour. Picking up the pieces of the aftermath is more than he can handle, so he turns to the warlock who rescued him for help. He might actually get it, too, if the guy would just stop running.
If Nico had known the little omega he had found was going to turn out to be this much trouble, he might not have rescued him after all. The wolf asked for things he shouldn't, surfaced long neglected instincts that Nico hadn't felt in too long. The wolf pushed, refused to take no for an answer. Only problem was, once you opened the door to something like that, there was no turning back.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Maurice smiled, but the malice coming off the man was setting Grant's wolf whining inside his head, wanting to run. The man next to Maurice cocked his head, a frown forming as he gestured to Grant's whole body.
"He's a bit on the runty side of things, isn't he? I kind of pictured something more with the way you were going on."
"What does it matter what he looks like? He only needs to suck like a Hoover and bend over. That's it. What more do you need?"
The other man rubbed a hand across his chin. "I suppose you're right. Well, let's get to it." He turned to Grant. "Come here boy, I want you on your knees and my dick down your throat."
Grant took another step back, desperately trying to connect with the side of him that created the illusions, but it remained just out of reach, refusing to cooperate with his fear getting in the way. Normally he had at least an hour to psyche himself up enough to deal with T's visits. Now, he was trying to call on a power that simply wasn't there, considering how far he had drained himself the night before.
"I don't have a deal with you. You need to leave, now!" He was terrified, but he tried to keep it hidden, as he glared at the pair, folding his arms in front of him and standing his ground.
Maurice rolled his eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh, marching over and grabbing onto Grant's arm. There went any chance of an illusion, now. He could only use his talent if he wasn't being touched.
"What the hell is wrong with you, boy? Get on your goddamned knees and suck him. I don't care if you don't want to. You'll do what we say, or the little piece of sweetness I can smell around this place will go bye-bye's!" Maurice's fingers bit into Grant's arm, leaving marks that would undoubtedly show bruises, come morning. The man didn't seem to care if he was hurting Grant at all, he shoved him to the ground by the other man's feet.
"Touch her and I will kill you!"
"The only thing you'll be doing is stuffing Ente's cock down your throat!" Maurice spat, pulling his arm back and collecting the side of Grant's face on the down swing. It felt like a brick hitting his cheek, as Grant was knocked to the ground, blood filling his mouth. He spat it out, nausea rising quickly as his ears rang and his vision blurred for a few seconds. He groaned, crawling to his hands and knees, to stand again.
"Fuck, don't mess up his mouth! He'll cut my cock to pieces if his teeth are all shattered."
Maurice chuckled. "Apologies, Ente. But if I've broken any teeth, I'll just have to knock them all out, for you, won't I? Problem solved."