Damian
Walking into the auction had always been one of the things I hated most in my five hundred years of living on Earth. The moment I stepped into the massive room, filled with Werewolves whose scents clashed and mingled in a pungent, almost suffocating haze, I immediately moved to take a seat at the back. We all wore masks, and I knew that no one would recognize me as the Alpha king. My face was hidden from everyone just like I wanted.
I had been forced by my Beta to attend the auction to acquire a few human slaves who would warm my bed. Even though I hated humans for what they had done to me Centuries ago, I needed them. I needed them to satisfy the curse that had been forced upon me.
Yes, I had been cursed with an insatiable sexual hunger because I had freed a thousand-year-old demon. Varak, the demon, was unlike any creature I had ever known. He thrived on sexual energy, feeding off the essence of women while they were fully conscious. He's a predator that took what it wanted with no subtlety. He was similar to an incubus, but far crueler in his methods, and I had come to call him the Sex Beast.
No matter how hard I tried to resist, no matter how much I fought against the urges that burned in me, I always found myself taking another, always ending up with someone beneath me.
The cruelest part of this curse was its consequence: every person I touched, every person I slept with, ended up dying. My first victim had been a werewolf. While I fucked her from behind, she had crumpled into nothingness, her life ended in the instant of my pleasure.
"Maybe it is the curse, and the moon goddess is angry with you," Romeo, my Beta, had said the first time it happened.
I had rejected his advice and tried again with another werewolf, only to watch her die in my arms, her life slipping through my fingers despite my attempts to control it.
If I tried to resist, if I tried to avoid the act, the pain that tore through me was excruciating, threatening to take my life. Though Varak and I had never spoken, I knew he existed. He had become a part of me, a constant presence that I could not ignore.
To prevent the sacrifice of any more Werewolves, I had no choice but to seek human slaves who would end up in my bed, who would die, feeding Varak the energy he demanded.
Romeo had told me that if I could find a woman whose energy matched Varak's, she might survive. That was why I had come to this auction, searching for a woman strong enough, powerful enough, to withstand him.
Becoming the Sex Beast was the price I had paid for setting a demon free.
"The auction shall now begin!" The lights went out abruptly, leaving the stage illuminated in a bright, almost harsh glare.
Five human girls were pushed forward, completely naked, unashamed as they stepped onto the stage, turning and moving to display their full bodies. I scanned each one carefully, searching for the next scapegoat, the next vessel for Varak's hunger, but none of them caught my attention.
"These are the finest humans for tonight," the burly announcer called out. "Top five among many, with stamina to satisfy and bodies that will serve as perfect toys!"
The men in the room murmured among themselves, their desires thick in the air. Most of them were clearly aroused by the naked display. "Let the bidding begin!" the announcer shouted, pointing to the first girl, a blonde with generous curves. Her breasts were plump and full, her hips wide and smooth, her body meticulously groomed.
When she turned to display her ass, the room erupted in cheers. "This is Danielle, one of the finest toys you will ever own. She will serve you well and provide pleasure beyond imagination!"
She caught my attention immediately. My arousal throbbed inside my trousers, my body reacting despite my efforts to maintain control. She was perfect, a possible conduit for Varak's energy, someone who might survive if her essence resonated with his.
The bidding began with fifty thousand dollars. A man shouted one hundred thousand, another shouted one hundred fifty thousand, and the prices climbed rapidly. Someone called out two hundred fifty thousand, and the room fell silent. No one dared to challenge the bid.
I could not let this opportunity pass and so, I shouted a figure that stunned everyone. "Five hundred thousand!"
Gasps rippled across the room. Light reflected off my mask, drawing every gaze toward me. "Five hundred thousand going once, going twice, sold to the man in the red mask!" the announcer declared.
The lights shifted away, and the auction continued with the other girls.
I rose to leave, having secured what I came for, but stopped instantly when a scent reached me. A sweet, intoxicating fragrance that cut through every other smell.
My instincts pulled me back and before I knew it, I turned back to the stage.
When they pushed her forward, my vision turned red. A deep, hoarse voice filled my mind. It was not my wolf's voice; we had not spoken in years.
This was Varak revealing himself fully to me and then he muttered the words I never expected.
"Mate," he growled in my mind. "She is mine!"
Compelled by his possessive will, I moved toward the stage.
My eyes found her, a red-haired girl standing among the others, smaller than Danielle, her body delicate yet curvy. She clutched her breast as if to cover herself, and her height was no more than five feet two.
"Mine to consume!" Varak laughed in my mind.
"These are lesser humans, untested, unable to bring the pleasures you desire, but they can serve," The announcer said and pointed to them.
The girl, my supposed mate, was pushed forward and lost her balance.
She stumbled, falling toward the ground, but I caught her, wrapping my hands around her small waist before she could hit the floor.
"Mine," I whispered, sealing my claim before she even realized she had been claimed.