Lake could barely think, and thinking wouldn’t exactly help him out.
For now, he just had to survive through the rut of a Mafia King and afterward, he would figure out what he would do next.
This was the very last way he could have predicted his night to go.
And as he pulled away from the dominating kiss to get some oxygen in his lungs, he had to wonder if he had slipped while he was showering and cracked his head.
And everything that had happened since then had been nothing but a hallucination brought on by that.
The rush of pleasure when Master Davian kissed the mating bite on his neck was very real though.
As well as the feel of his hard body pressing him into the soft bedding.
Lake turned his head away when Davian sought out his lips again.
The Mafia King was unfairly dragging this out, all he had to do was knot him so he could regain his senses and Lake could explain himself...
He doubted that would do anything for him, but just like when he first bumped into the rut-crazed Mafia King, he didn’t have a lot of options.
Davian was straddling him now, propping himself up so that they could make eye contact, and Lake couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He was pouting... Master Davian was pouting.
He would pinch himself if he could, but he couldn’t exactly move freely while under the Mafia King.
"Mate? You don’t want to kiss me?"
Lake had to roll his eyes - Oh for fuck’s sake.
His life was on the line here and although he had been jumped, he had to play the part of a willing participant.
Master Davian’s slate gray eyes that instilled fear in anyone the Alpha gazed at were glassy.
And if Lake’s head wasn’t fogging over, he would have said that they were glassy with unshed tears as the hulking Alpha pouted at him for turning down a kiss from him.
"Come here," He muttered, leaning up slightly to kiss him.
Davian hummed appreciatively at the back of his throat, content to kiss slowly for the rest of the evening.
Lake didn’t have that much patience, freaked out by his current unfortunate situation, anxiety mixing badly with arousal.
"Take your shirt off," He broke off the kiss for the second time to say, his hands reached for the hem of the Alpha’s muscle shirt.
Davian complied easily, waiting expectantly after his shirt was thrown over a shoulder, off the bed.
Lake eyed up the Alpha bracketing him in with his powerful arms.
Each of Davian’s hands were placed on the bed on either side of his head, the Alpha waiting politely.
A thought got into Lake’s head, if for some strange reason he could order the Master around, maybe he could use it to his advantage.
"Get off, and take your pants off," He tried to calmly give the Alpha an order, but his voice sounded tremulous, and he realized then that his hands were trembling.
Lake clenched his hands into fists as Master Davian docilely did as he said.
If it were any other situation, he would have been dead from the first order he gave to the Mafia King.
But whatever reason that made the Mafia King come after him, was also making him quite receptive to requests.
"C-Can I step out to get something?" He asked when Davian had his pants halfway off, trying really hard not to stare at the Alpha’s hard dick.
Davian glanced up at that, all of the softness going out of his gray eyes.
"Leave? You want to leave?"
Lake gulped, shivering slightly. "N-No! I’ll be b-back... I... I just..."
There was no getting through to Davian, he was only pleasant and docile when he wanted to be.
"But you wanted to leave," The Alpha repeated stubbornly, a scowl on his darkly handsome face.
"I won’t anymore," Lake gave in.
He had hoped to use the chance to escape but clearly that wasn’t going to fly with the Master.
Besides, he had already been marked by him, being used by the Alpha during his rut was less of a consequence than that.
"You won’t?" Davian repeated, his eyes going back to that glassy quality, his expression softening.
For the first time, Lake was forced to consider that the Master might not be in his rut.
Something else that was very dire had to be wrong with him for him to be acting so out of character.
"I won’t. G-Get on the bed." He said carefully.
They were back to square one again, his only chance of having a lucid conversation with Mafia Davian was to get him to cum.
As he thought that, he got another idea.
Master Davian didn’t necessarily have to cum in him to potentially regain his senses, he could just...
"L-Lay on your back," He directed, nervous each time he gave the Alpha an order.
Davian was back to listening to him, and Lake could only hope that the Mafia King wouldn’t remember the details of what was happening here after it was all over.
It was awkward straddling the Alpha, the weight of his stare making Lake feel like he would fall even though he was practically seated.
Master Davian hissed when he held his dick and stroked experimentally, and Lake was almost knocked over by his scent nearly doubling in strength.
He was trying really hard to keep his composure, but it felt like all of the oxygen was being replaced by the scent of bitter chocolate.
The scent was dark, sinful and it was turning his limbs to liquid in a similar way that getting marked had done.
Lake shook his head to be able to focus on his task, and it barely helped.
Getting stared at so intently by Master Davian further unsettled him, making him shift uncomfortably.
He had gotten hard almost instantly when Davian bit him, and even with the riotous emotions coursing through him, he was forced to stay that way.
Even without being almost completely scent drunk, the pulsing pleasure from the fresh bite on his neck would have been enough.