All through the walk from the dining to his room, Ashriel had been thinking of where he would keep Therion and how exactly he would exert his revenge. How he would break the man.
They eventually made their way to his room. With strength such as that Therion possessed, it would be foolish to keep him in the same room as Ashriel alone. If it came to strength alone, he would easily overpower him in less than a minute.
What were they feeding these guys anyway? Ashriel locked the door, removed the key and retrieved another, which he used to remove the chains still attached to Therion's wrists and crouched to do the ones on his ankles.
He took his position on the edge of his bed and sat.
"strip"
Therion was taken back by the order. The alpha had already ticked him off. And asking him to free himself and looking insulted after he had done just that. Moreover, he listened to no one, and his wolf was already screaming at him to dominate.
But this. This was just-
"What?"
"Are you deaf? I said strip"
Ashriel had given it a little thought. No father, no brother, and a pack without an alpha, why not throw in some sexual humiliation in there. Therion breathed in once. Then twice. His uncles voice rang in his ears telling him to obey and not resist.
He tugged at the strings of his waistband and let the cloth pool at his feet. Who knew the young, perverted fuck, that certainly wasn't on his bingo card.
Therion maintained eye contact with ashriel, all nude. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of feeling humiliated. Ashriel raised a brow at him, not at all expecting him to be complacent. He certainly wasn't supposed to enjoy this or worse- think he was enjoying it.
Irritation flared alive when the insolent man smirked at him, no doubt seeing the turmoil on ashriel's face.
"Touch yourself"
what?
Therion heard his uncle's voice again. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised that his uncle had planted an audio piece in his ear without his knowledge. He stared Ashriel down and began to do just that.
Heat rose at the back of Ashriels neck. He didn't let his expression waver. And he continued to glare (he hoped it was a glare) at Therion. Looking away was a sign of weakness, not that he even could.
Therion had only wrapped a hand on his length. He had been asked to touch himself and nothing more so that was what he would do.
When Ashriel noticed this, he was livid.
"Properly" He seethed through his teeth
Therion didn't have to do it. 'Properly doesn't mean anything, but he was hard. And a man and the breeze from the window wasn't doing much to help his situation. Ashriel had been staring into his eyes all this while and thank the goddess for that, lest he see the leaking tip of Therion's cock.
He gave a slow stroke first, once and heard a shriek inhale deeply. He repeated the motion again and Ashriel did too. The alphas eyes were still on his ,never once trailing down. Didn't he hate his face again. Well maybe he did, that was a glare after all.
He had progressed to faster strokes now, not quite how he would have liked it but the situation made it all intriguing, nonetheless.
Their intense staring contest was still on but thereon did not have the odds in his favour and he began to thrust faster into his fist, forgetting all about it and chasing his pleasure. He bit his lip to avoid sounds from slipping out.
God, he might not have had anything against the alpha before but now he certainly did. It was as it Therion's body had a mind of its own, reacting to a fellow alpha at that.
Then Ashriel just had to do that. He had to look down, at Therion's weeping cock. Big, Ashfield noted. He was loss for words; he didn't plan to look. And although he still eluded indifference toward the whole situation, he couldn't help but stare a little.
And that was doing it for Therion. Ashriel was smaller and where he sat at the bed, it almost looked like he was towering over the alpha. He could feel it in his gut, hot and fierce. He was going t-
"Stop" Ashriel commanded all at once. "Put your clothes on" before he went to his telephone and simply pressed a number.
"If I was you, I'd hurry unless you're into exhibitionism.
Therion barely had his pants all the way on before the door busted open and one of the pack guards was there whisking him away and before Therion could say Jack Robinson, he was in a cold cell alone, in new chains and still painfully hard.