Big Bad Wolf Chapter 40: The Other Son

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Freezing water flowed like a waterfall over Lucas’s head and streamed down over his aching, topless body. His swollen eyes immediately shot open. And out of instinct, he jerked on his hands and head was up, but he soon realized that a thick, metal circle went around his neck, which was connected to the metal wall. He thrashed from side to side, but his wrists were also bound to the wall while his feet were chained to the ground. Whoever had him there sure didn’t want to take any chances or risks.

He tried to phase, but something in the chains was preventing him from turning. Like the chains held some sort of power and blocked his wolf from taking over.

*Where am I*? he asked himself.

The room was cold and smelled of rusted metal and dried blood. He wrinkled his nose and roughly exhaled through his nostrils. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily through his mouth. When he forced his eyes to open, all he could blearily focus on was an empty chair in front of him.

“Fran…Francine…” he managed to groan hoarsely but hissed at the sharp pain in his ribcage.

Finally, as the world came into focus, he recognized that the chair wasn’t actually empty, for a woman in a black, long frock dress was seated in it.

“Release me!” He bit out.

A menacing laugh answered his pathetic attempt to demand his release.

"Release you? Tell me, my darling Lucas, now why would I do that?" a smooth female voice asked. She stood up and walked over to him. “Oh, if you could only see yourself now. I really think you should be more cooperative now.”

Lucas glared at his captor. “Viessa.”

“I know we have a history together, but still, that’s *Mistress Viessa* for you, darling.”

Then it all dawned on him. He and Francine were caught and captured. He was tortured for any information that could tell them where Alex could be. He refused to say anything, and now he knew that with Viessa, his life was hanging by a thread.

The woman hated everything about him after he made it clear to her that he wasn’t in love with her, and all they ever shared, to him, was pure lust.

“You really love this job, huh,” he grunted.

“I could punish men like you. So, what’s not to love?” Viessa asked, her voice cruel and playful at the same time. “It’s so much fun, I tell you.”

“I’ve always known you’re a sadist bitch.”

“Don’t talk to me like that!” She backhanded him across the face. It was so hard that his head whipped to the side with so much force that darkness enrobed the edge of his vision.

Panting to stay conscious, he shook his head. “Is that all you got?”

Viessa gripped his jaw hard, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Oh, don’t you worry, darling, there’s plenty more where it came from.” She pushed him.

He gasped harshly as his legs gave out, and all his weight was suddenly handing from his neck and chained wrists, which were already torn and new wounds were bleeding slowly.

Viessa moved towards him again and began to unzip his pants and pull out his large member from his boxers. She leaned closer to his, her mouth against his neck. Then she whispered, “Remember how much you loved my mouth around your cock?”

Lucas tried to respond, but his voice caught in his throat when she dragged her warm tongue over the cuts on his neck and down his shoulder. But it was when she began stroking his full length that he let out a groan. Though as abruptly as Viessa had begun, she ended it.

She smiled at him, satisfied with how his body had reacted. “Come on, Lucas. I’ll let you fuck me like old times. Just give me the information I need.”

Lucas pursed his lips together, holding back the words. “Go fuck yourself, Viessa.”

Her hand immediately released his member. She seemed to be taken aback by his rejection of her, but another vicious smile quickly replaced it. "Oh, please, don’t tell me you’ve found someone.”

He gathered all of his determination and focused on forming his reply. “I have. And she’s a thousand times better than you.”

Viessa growled. Her wolf hissing within her. Then she wrapped her slender fingers around Luca’s length and went on to stroke his twitching cock once more and began to lean in again. “Long and thick. How I missed this in my mouth.”

“No!” Lucas exclaimed, biting his lower lip hard and trying so hard to fight his body’s reaction to Viessa’s touch.

The woman giggled. “Too late for that,” she said at his now rock hard member that stood at full mast.

She knelt before him so that her mouth was level with his massive erection and began by licking his head. Lucas bit his lower lip even harder until he could taste his own blood. But when Viessa took his full length in her mouth, sucking on him with enough pressure to make him buck his hip, he couldn’t help it when a moan escaped his lips.

Viessa looked up at him, eyes glinting naughtily at his reaction, then she massaged his head with her tongue. She bobbed her head back and forth along with his throbbing length. When she felt the tension building up, she pulled away and stood up without warning, leaving Lucas with his painful erection.

“You know how much I have always wanted you to come in my mouth, Lucas. So, tell me where Alex is now, and I swear I will suck you dry.”

Breathing heavily, Lucas swallowed hard and smiled at Viessa. “No.”

Viessa took a step back and grinned at him. She knew just how sensitive his manhood now. It was throbbing hard, begging for release. So she kneeled again in front of him. She slid her tongue from his tip down his underside. She heard him hissed when she licked his balls. All the while she was doing this, she was winding her arousal up tighter and tighter.

“Where’s Alex, Lucas? Tell me now…” Viessa said, her mouth grazing his wet tip.

“Go to hell, Viessa,” Lucas responded against his tight lip.

She shrugged. “Okay. Here we go.” She took him back in her mouth and began bobbing her head. She sped up her pace. Her lips would touch his base; then she would suck him hard without pulling away completely, then she would take his entire length again, his tip hitting the back of her throat.

“Fuck…” Lucas finally cursed. The pleasure he was feeling with her mouth around him was so hard to ignore. He was so close. He looked down, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He felt he would seriously lash out if he wouldn’t come. But he couldn’t. With all of his remaining strength, he would do everything he could not to give Viessa the satisfaction of his own orgasm.

But he was so damn close now. A few seconds more and he would be shooting his juice down her throat. And just when he was about to come and defeatedly curse at himself, Viessa stopped and quickly stood up.

“Alex? Where is he?” the woman asked, her hand shoving back his painful erection in his boxer. “Now, I can only imagine what your brain is going through right as your entire being begs for release. But your cock will stay in there if you don’t tell me what I want to hear.”

Panting heavily, Lucas glowered at her. His heartbeat was going into overdrive. But he didn’t mind. “Got to hell,” he whispered hoarsely. Slowly, a smile spread on his lip.

Viessa’s jaw clenched. She walked away from him and, for a couple of seconds, he thought she had given up, but before he knew what was happening, a searing hot pain hit him. Gasping, he saw her pull a silver rod away from his left flank area.

"We're running out of time, Lucas. Tell me, where is he!” Viessa screamed, then slammed the silver rod against his abdomen.

Lucas screamed, his body shrieked in pain. He was left gasping for air. His eyes clenched shut, and before he could comprehend an answer, let alone catch his breath to respond, the metal door to the cell where he was being held swung open.

“Leave us.” He heard a familiar male voice.

Viessa huffed then said, “Be quick, *my lord*,” she said, her voice laced with distinct mockery, and stormed out of the cell, banging the door behind her.

Lucas raised his head to his new tormentor. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open.

“Hello, son.”

“Lord Ràmon…”

Alex’s father hissed. “Stop that.”

“Why―why have you come, *father*?”

“Your brother, where is he?”

Lucas smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me, Lucas,” Ràmon spat.

“Like how you’ve been lying to Alex and your dear wife about your other, unwanted son?” Lucas wheezed.

“Are you we talking about this again? About your feelings? About how you want Alex to know that he has a brother?” Lord Ràmon held his jaw painfully tight. “Your mother was a deceitful harlot.” He released him and took a step back.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I heard that line a thousand times already. If she were deceitful, then wouldn’t that make you dumb for falling for her?”

He slapped Lucas so hard in the face. He stared at him for a moment, then his demeanor changed. “What’s all this? Why are you acting like this? Do you see me as your enemy? I gave you everything you need, Lucas, and I let you be around Alex. Aren’t those enough? Why are you doing this? Why are you refusing to cooperate?”

“Did you even do anything when Alex was tortured and almost died in their hands? You want him found not because you want to protect him but because the council wants him. You’d rather hand over your own son so you’d secure your seat in the council.”

“Shut up! His mother has grown weak. She needs to see him. But he broke the law. I expected you to know and understand that more. Between you and him, you were always the one who thinks with your head and not with your cock.”

Lucas chuckled, then stopped at the pain that surged in his ribcage. “You are actually right, father. But since it’s Alex’s life that’s on the line here, I no longer give a fuck about The Treaty. Or any law.”

Lord Ràmon growled and gritted his teeth. “I forbid you to come anywhere near Alex again.”

“We shall see about that, *father*.”