Autumn Feast - Charlie Richards Page 0,10

ever seen outside a restaurant—a veritable feast. He’d hand-fed him sweet and sour pork, pot stickers, and egg rolls. Then Agnoroth had made slow sweet love to him.

Kristof couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so thoroughly taken care of.

And that’s why he can leave as many marks on my body as he wants.

He grinned at his thoughts as he stopped his motorcycle at the light. So happy reliving his evening with Agnoroth, he only absently noticed the van pulling up beside him. The pain to the back of his head sent him and his motorcycle crashing to the ground.

Glaring upward, Kristof focused on Casey. “What the fuck, man?”

Casey smirked as he crouched beside him. “Where’s your protector now?” He didn’t give Kristof a chance to answer.

When Casey slammed his fist into Kristof’s face again, it was lights out.

Kristof slowly swam to consciousness. His head pounded, and his jaw hurt like hell. Blinking blearily, he tried to take in his surroundings.

When Kristof attempted to bring his hand to his face to rub his eyes, he found he couldn’t. That caused him to focus damn fast. Tipping his head back, he found his wrists tied to either side of him... and he was on a bed.

Oh, and my fucking legs are tied, too!

“What the fuck?”

“Ah, so you’ve finally woken.” Casey came into view, and Kristof suddenly recalled what had happened on his way home from work.

“What the hell is this, Casey?” Kristof snarled, glaring at the man. He jerked his arms, feeling the ropes squeeze his wrists. There wasn’t much play. “Untie me.”

Casey laughed, his blue eyes gleaming with a crazed light Kristof hadn’t seen in them before. “You’re not in any position to demand anything,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Then his eyes narrowed as he focused on the marks on Kristof’s neck. “Do you have any idea how pissed I am that you’re wearing another man’s marks when you’re mine?”

Kristof did his best to keep his concern... and anger... out of his voice. “Casey, we broke up right after New Year’s.” How many times do I have to repeat myself before the asshole gets it? “It’s time to move on.” Tugging on the ropes again, Kristof kept his voice modulated as he again ordered, “Untie me, and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Another thought occurred to him. “And where’s my bike?”

Uncrossing his arms, Casey reached behind himself. He pulled out a pair of large shears. After snapping them a few times, he leveled a wide, crazed-looking grin at Kristof’s body.

“I’m glad you woke. I was getting tired of waiting.” With his free hand, Casey palmed his crotch, drawing Kristof’s attention to his boner. “I wanted you to be awake for everything, after all.”

Shit!

Casey gripped the hem of Kristof’s t-shirt and began cutting. The cold of the scissors caused a shiver to work through him. His gut clenched, and he tried to twist away.

Unfortunately, the ropes were too tight, and Kristof couldn’t go anywhere. Casey actually started chuckling. That response ratcheted up Kristof’s anger, sending it soaring.

Kristof sneered. “Is this really what you plan?” Seeing Casey’s lips twitch and the way he barely paused at his words, his anger burned hotter through him. “You won’t get away with this.”

Snorting, Casey rolled his eyes. “How is that?” He finally deigned to answer Kristof’s questions. “I took you on a corner with no traffic cameras and not like anyone saw. No one knows where we are.” Casey returned to cutting off Kristof’s shirt. “I’m gonna fuck your tight ass until you’re a dried-up husk and I’m thoroughly through with you.” Pausing in his ministrations, Casey once again cupped himself. “Can’t wait to feel you bare. Can’t wait to soak your channel with my seed. Always wanted to fill your hot body.”

His nostrils flaring, a feral growl ripped from Kristof’s throat. Anger and disgust surged through him. He leveled a hateful stare Casey’s way.

“You do that, and there will be no corner of the earth you will be able to hide,” Kristof vowed.

Casey laughed even as a dark specter moved across his blue eyes. “Yeah? Who’s gonna stop me?” He finally spread Kristof’s shirt, baring his chest. As he rubbed his palm all over Kristof’s chest, Casey purred, “I’ll be satisfied, and you’ll be dead.”

“Not me,” Kristof stated, praying his faith was well-founded. “I’m talking about Agnoroth.”

Kristof smirked, his lips curling in disgust. “The fem? Seriously?” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. That skinny little—”

A roar sounded through the air, rattling