ROMAN's POV
The room fell silent instantly.
The sound of skin slapping against skin and euphoric moans and groans echoing off the stone walls stopped, replaced by a deathly silence that had chills running down my spine.
But it was nothing compared to the intensity in the eyes currently laced on my skin.
I slowly looked up, heat crawling up my neck as my eyes landed on them.
The she-wolves…
Their mouths were wide agape as they leaned back, their gaze slow and predatory as they licked their bottom lips while staring between my thighs.
I swallowed hard, a rough disgusted bile dropping to the pit of my stomach at the impact.
Because it wasn't just the women.
My skin crawled as I realized the men were staring too, their expressions filled with pure, unadulterated lust that made my stomach churn from disgust.
''Holy shit, Roman. Holy effing shit!''
My eyes snapped up to the sound of the voice, my jaws ticking in annoyance.
Gideon stepped forward, a sly smirk plastered across his face as he stared at me.
Then slowly, carefully his eyes traveled from my face to my shoulders. Then my chest, the lines of my abs before stopping at the junction of my thighs.
My legs stilled, my heart rate spiking as his gaze lingered there for a second too long, long enough for the cruelness of my situation to sink in.
"Well…''Gideon finally drawled, his voice dripping with malice. "Now I see why you were so respected by your pack... and why your wife seems so devoted to you." He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me.
''It's a shame, really. Because by the time I'm done with you, you'll go back home half the man you were when you arrived. And your little wife? She'll have no choice but to fall at my feet once she sees what's left of you."
I dug my hand into the chains, drawing blood. "DONT YOU DARE SPEAK OF MY LUNA!" I snarled, my voice riddled with threat.
My chest heaved with anger, my teeth digging into the inside of my cheeks till the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.
Gideon chuckled, a mocking laughter escaping his lips. He guided his hand up my neck and gripped my chin hard. ''I can do more than just talk about her, Roman.'' A nasty twist of something menacing hung in his words.
''I could even—''
''Fuck you!'' I snapped, yanking my jaws off his palm.
I lunged forward, my wolf howling with anger as a violent surge of protective rage bloomed through us.
But the movement was cut short.
A painful grunt escaped my lips as the silver-laced chains snapped, the metal digging into my skin and sending a fresh wave of paralyzing fire down my spine.
Gideon didn't even flinch.
He simple smiled tauntingly before turning his head to the horny, panting group in the room.
He signaled to them with a wave of his hand before turning back and staring at me briefly.
"He's all yours.'' He muttered, his eyes glinting with sick amusement. "Do whatever you want with him. Just make sure he stays alive for the morning.''
Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room.
''Alpha Gideon is being so generous today.'' A she-wolf whispered softly, her legs light against the floor as she slowly walked to me, her teeth grazing her bottom lips seductively.
''I know right!'' Another purred, her hand running up her tits before wrapping around her hardened nipple.
In a blink of an eye, all three she-wolves were standing in front of me, their eyes filled with lust as they began to run their hand up my chest.
I squeezed my eyes shut, a revolting sensation washing down my body as I felt their hands run down my thigh, chest and abdomen.
I forced myself to drain out the sounds of their breathings, their moans and the repulsive touch of their palm against my skin.
I focused everything on the image of Vivienne.
I imagined her soft, warm hands tracing these same lines. Her lips pressed against my neck as she leaves feathery light kisses.
The scent of her skin, of her arousal wafting up my nostril. The wetness of her thighs as she begs me to eat her all up.
And finally her soft, long arms wrapping around my dick and squeezing it hard enough to have a moan slip off my lips.
I gritted my teeth hard, grounding myself in the cold reality.
This wasn't Vivienne. They weren't Vivienne.
"How about we make this more interesting?" A thick masculine voice filled with a rough, carnal edge broke through my thoughts.
"Why have him just hang there when he could join us?"
My eyes snapped open.
The movement on my skin stopped.
A low sigh escaped my lips as I stared at the men.
My mind raced as one of them closed in, his eyes holding an unreadable yet carnal glint.
Join them?
My eyes darted around the room for a possible way of escape. I couldn't overpower all of them while still suspended on air. An idea, dark and manipulative suddenly ticked.
I forced a low, breathless chuckle to vibrate in my chest.
I stared down at the she-wolf closest to me, softening my gaze, letting a fake, bedroom heat cloud my eyes.
It looked like she was contemplating the idea. Just like the rest of them were.
But she looked the most convincing.
"He's right" I whispered, my voice dropping to a sensual, gravelly hum that made her breath hitch.
"It's a waste, isn't it? Hanging here like a piece of meat when we could be having so much more fun together."
She looked up at me, her eyes clouding with lust. ''That's right. Should we—''
''Don't be dumb, Patra!'' One of them sneered, interrupting her. He jabbed the other guy who had brought up the idea on the side before walking towards me.
The women stepped away from me, clearing his path.
''You think we are stupid? That we don't know how desperate Alpha's like you can get when in situations like this?''
I chuckled. ''Desperate? If having fun with this beautiful women makes me desperate then I'll happily be desperate.''
The women gasped, staring pleadingly at the warrior that had stepped forward.
But he didn't back down. ''You can have fun while still up there. We're fine with things being this way.''
"Fine?'' Another laugh escaped my throat, the sound low and seductive. ''You think this is fine? Imagine if I was off these chains... imagine my hands roaming over you instead of these cold links."
That seemed to have done it.
He swallowed hard, his eyes drifting away as the resolve in his eyes broke.
I bit into my tongue, drawing blood as disgust clawed at me.
Then I forced out a smile and let my gaze drift over to the women.
Their arousal filled the room, igniting a rush of nausea in the pit of my stomach.
I exhaled deeply, keeping up the act. "I could show you things a Crescent moon grunt couldn't even dream of. But I can't do much with my arms tied to the ceiling, can I?"
The air in the room grew heavy, the temperature dropping too degrees too low as the scent of their desires became too strong to conceal.
They were weak, pathetic.
''Come on, Angelo.'' The woman, Patra pushed, her voice clawing with desperation.
''Fine!'' Angelo breathed out, his gaze narrowing. ''Just for a bit.'' He muttered, signaling to one of the other guys.
The guy rushed to the wall and shifted a painting I hadn't even noticed was there.
He slipped his hand in and brought out a pair of keys, a wide smile plastering across his face. ''Alpha can't find out we know about the key.''
My chest heaved heavily, my eyes narrowing at the key. Then at the bunch of fools.
''Toss it!'' Angelo ordered.
The guy did as told and Angelo held the key and stepped forward. ''Try anything and I'll gut you!'' He threatened under his breath, loud enough for me to hear it.
I chuckled softly. ''I wouldn't dream of it.''
He slowly lowered me by pulling a lever before reaching up and fumbling with the lock.
The moment the lock clicked and the heavy chains slowly fell to the floor with a loud clang, my hand shot out.
I wrapped my fingers around his throat, my nails digging into the flesh of his neck with an intense grip.
The she-wolves screamed simultaneously, turning on their heels and fleeing the room while the other men followed suit, their eyes wide with shock.
My eyes flared red as I tightened my grip tighter around Angelo's neck, my jaws ticking.
Fucking cunt wanted fun?!
''P—Please.'' He stuttered, the light in his eyes slowly fading.
I didn't let go.
Instead, my grip tightened.
The color in his eyes began to flicker.
He was trying to communicate with his Alpha.
I tightened my grip around his neck and raised him upwards till his feet was no longer touching the floor.
Then I leaned in, my voice cold. ''Tell your Alpha that Roman Grimwood is coming for him!''