Page 14 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12 (The Residency Boys #8)

“Don’t tell.” Jun flung himself on the floor and rolled under the bed.

He barely made it into the middle before Damian’s bare feet appeared in the doorway.

“Sir.”

Damian stalked into the room. He moved toward a second, smaller bed to one side, checking it, and then moved around the big bed in the other direction.

“Can I go in the closets, sir?”

“Yes,” Richard said.

“What’s going on?” came Collin’s sleepy voice.

“Damian’s hunting.”

“Oh.” Collin whimpered.

“Sore, pretty boy? Did we push too hard in the gym?”

“Not much.”

Jun army crawled to the small bed. Damian was still in the closets. Jun checked twice. He held his breath.

Damian came back. “He’s not there. Bathroom?”

“Be my guest,” Richard said.

Damian’s feet moved past Jun’s hiding spot. As soon as Damian was inside the bathroom, he shot out from under the bed and out the bedroom door.

Now where?

He could go back to the living room, but émeric was a sadist. He’d out him just for the pleasure of his frustration.

He ran back toward the Den and crouched behind one of the couches.

The TV had been put down and the beds folded away.

He tried to breathe without sound, peeking around the couches to see when Damian left Richard’s room.

“Jun!” Damian's voice rang through The Residency.

Jun shrank away, listening.

“That was a good one, wolfling.” Damian stalked the hall throwing open doors. Jun’s heart thumped in his chest. His hands shook.

Damian entered the Den. Jun pulled back, crouching behind the stuffed chair farthest from the door. Either way Damian came, he’d be able to run the opposite direction.

Damian rounded the couch; Jun jumped, clearing the chair.

Damian roared, and something fell. Jun didn’t look back, not until he’d reached the front room, ducking around the partition that kept those entering at the front door from seeing into the living room.

Damian prowled into the living room, checking behind couches, moving slowly. He looked up, locking eyes with Jun.

āi yā! Jinjja! Jun shook, all the languages in his head colliding.

Damian stepped forward, one motion at a time, arms held out from his sides. His biceps had never looked bigger. His fingers were curved like claws. “Going to run for it again, wolfling?”

Jun edged toward the wall. He broke forward.

Damian lunged. Jun dropped low, rolling and kicking.

Damian swarmed on top of him. They tangled together, Jun battering at any part of Damian he could, scrambling for purchase with his legs.

Damian was heavy. Usually, he liked that.

Right now, it was infuriating. He growled.

Damian’s arm was right there.

He bit. Hard.

Damian bellowed, pulling back. Jun rolled to his feet. Dance training was frickin’ helpful. He made it halfway down the hall before Damian was on him, grabbing at his waist. Jun dodged. Damian’s grip latched on to his sleeping pants.

Jun fell. He pushed off the pants, wiggling and kicking.

“Just making this easier, boy,” Damian rumbled.

Jun scrambled on his hands and knees. Damian came down on him from behind, an arm locking around his neck and over his chest. Damian’s other arm came around Jun’s side from under his arm. He hauled Jun back and up, so that he was kneeling.

The muscles in Damian’s arm stood out under Jun’s fingers as he clawed for freedom. Jun bucked and twisted, but Damian was heavy and had traction.

Damian tightened his grip, pulling Jun straight up. How strong was this man? He’d been holding out. Pulling away wasn’t working. Jun got one foot underneath his body and pushed up hard. Damian’s body slammed into the wall. Jun slammed his elbow into Damian’s gut.

Damian caught Jun under the thigh, pulling him up off the ground.

Jun bit Damian’s shoulder.

“Go on, boy. Bite, scratch. I’ll just take it out of you later.”

Heat flashed through Jun. He dug his teeth in, leaving marks. Damian groaned, stumbling. Jun twisted, but Damian had gotten a good grip on his wrists and pinned one of his legs. He kept walking, carrying Jun back to the cave.

It was happening. But he wasn’t ready. He was caught, but he hadn’t given up. He wasn’t going to admit defeat.

The cave was fully open. Damian lowered Jun to the cushions, straddling him. Jun fought, twisting and kicking and pulling, trying to work his wrists out of Damian’s grip. Damian straddled him, sinking his weight onto Jun’s hips, his thighs caging Jun’s waist and lower ribs. Jun sucked in air.

“Mine,” Damian growled, leaning over him, still holding Jun’s wrists.

Jun shivered. His movements slowed. Damian’s breath spread warmth over the back of his neck and down his shoulder. Damian let go of one wrist, slowly, reaching for something. Jun jerked, trying to make a break for it.

Damian rode his movement, staying with him and squeezing down with his thighs. Jun fell back onto the cot, gasping for air.

Leather wrapped around his wrist. Jun tried to keep his other arm free. Damian scooped his hand under Jun’s elbow, bending it back and capturing his arm at the wrist.

Jun huffed, burying his face in the cot beneath him. He didn’t have the air to fight. Just a couple good breaths, then he’d give Damian hell again.

Damian wrapped his second wrist in leather and secured Jun’s arms behind him, fingers to elbows in a box. Rope wove between his arms, binding them together. It was a firm restraint. Damian turned around, still straddling Jun’s back. “Kick my face, and I’ll cane you.”

Jun bared his teeth but didn’t kick. He tried to wiggle, but it did nothing but make him lose his breath again. Damian tied a rope cuff around first one, then the other of Jun’s ankles, and bent them back toward Jun’s butt.

Bare butt.

He hadn’t realized until just then. His sleeping pants were somewhere in the hall, and he’d gone to bed without briefs.

Damian ran a rope between Jun’s ankles to his arms. Jun grunted, feeling the strain.

“You can take it.” Damian ran his hands over Jun’s body, caressing his skin.

Jun tossed his head and glared at Damian over his shoulder. “Says the one not tied up.”

Damian chuckled, dark and low.He reached into one of the niches and dangled a leather muzzle in front of Jun.

Jun swallowed. That thing looked intimidating as hell.

A rubber ball slid into his hand. Jun squeezed. The ball squealed. Oh… His nonverbal safe word.

Jun swallowed and nodded to Damian.

Damian slid his hands into Jun’s hair and gripped it, pulling Jun’s head with one hand and pressing the front of the muzzle against Jun’s lips. There was a stumpy rubber piece in the front. Damian held it against Jun’s mouth.

Jun locked his jaw.

Damian pinched his nose. “You can’t keep your teeth closed forever.”

Jun jerked, turning his head back and forth.

Damian bit the back of Jun’s neck hard. Without warning.

Jun screamed. The gag slammed past his teeth, pressing down on his tongue. The leather wrapped around his mouth and cheeks. Damian buckled it in place, fingers working fast behind and around the top of Jun’s head. Then he pushed Jun’s face back into the cot and stroked his hair back from his eyes.

Jun tried to swallow around the gag. He pulled and twisted. It was useless. He was naked, hog-tied, and muzzled with a gag. And the damned need to fight hadn’t diminished one bit.

Damian eased off Jun’s back and settled beside him, stroking the hair away from Jun’s ear. He reached over Jun’s body deeper into the cave and picked something up.

“My beautiful prey,” Damian murmured, speaking more to himself. He lay down beside him, stroking his back and down over his hip to his thigh. “My clever, beautiful boy. My wolfling.”

Jun growled in the back of his throat.

Damian stroked the curve of his ass, then squeezed it, gently at first, then more roughly, pinching and juggling the globes of his buttocks. Jun groaned and tossed his head.

“You’re going nowhere, little one.” Damian nipped at Jun’s shoulder with his teeth, once, twice, and then harder, taking a full bite on the fleshy part of Jun’s arm.

Gah! Jun swirled around inside his head. Everything was bottled up, his movement, his voice, the strain of the hog-tie. Either he kept his legs tense or he pulled on his arms and shoulders. He was both in the moment and completely distracted, off balance.

He flexed his legs. All that did was pull on his arms and leave him with his knees parted.

Damian slid his hand down between Jun’s thighs, stroking his fingers over Jun’s balls. Guh . It was one thing to have his balls handled when they were making out or rubbing off against each other or even when they were fucking and making love.

This—this was different.

“Settle, boy. There’s no choice now. This is mine.

” He pushed Jun’s legs farther apart and lifted Jun onto his side just enough to pull Jun’s cock down.

He trapped it pointing straight down between Jun’s thighs.

With his fingers, he traced lines down Jun’s vulnerable length and scraped his thumbnail across the slit.

Fuck . That was a sensation.

Jun pressed his face into the soft cot. The urge to fight against the indignity of it all was very uppermost of mind, but so was the need to give in, to go forward to this place where Damian was leading.

The needs battled each other inside his chest until he was almost sick.

Damian rubbed his thumb over the head of Jun’s cock. It was so much. Good and infuriating.

And it was Damian. DaSu. Alpha.

He canted his hips and eased his knees apart. He needed either more or less. It wasn’t even sexual; it was…whatever this was, this primal thing between them.

“Is that submission, wolfling?”

Jun cursed behind the muzzle. If Damian didn’t do something soon, if he could get out of these ropes, he was going to truss Alpha up himself and play with him instead.