Free Hellbourne by Amber Kell Page B

consisted of Luc surviving as much torture as his brothers could dish out.
    What the devil didn’t know was that his older sons didn’t try as hard as they could. None of them wanted the devil’s favourite to join them in hell. With Luc there, they would all lose ranking, as Lucifer had vowed to make his half-fae offspring his right hand man. Even with his brothers holding back, Luc still returned bruised, bloody and burned after every challenge.
    In the past, to keep sane from the torture, Luc focussed on Bran. When he concentrated on his lover, his mind and soul felt complete. He was torn in too many ways with the current situation.
    Bran flicked the necklace around Luc’s neck. “Still wearing his collar, love?”
    The low menace in the alpha’s voice made Luc shiver. “I was going to return it, but he told me to keep it for now.”
    “Of course he did.” Bran sat up, running his hands through his shiny black hair. “He wants you to return to him. Each time you look in the mirror you see that damned jewelled collar and he knows he has you. Give it back to him. Tell him you aren’t interested.” The commanding tone in Bran’s voice erased the tender words shared moments ago.
    “I’m not interested,” Luc protested. “But you can’t just fling a priceless necklace at a vampire who thinks he’s your mate.”
    “Mate!” Bran roared. “He’s not your fucking mate!”
    “I didn’t say he was. Shit, maybe I should go home.”
    “No.” Bran wrapped Luc in his arms, stopping him from leaving the bed. “I’m sorry. This whole thing has me spinning. I just got you back. I don’t want to lose you so quickly.”
    “You’re not losing me, but sometimes things aren’t always so black and white. I will tell Nikko that we’re back together, but I don’t want to start an interspecies war. You’re going to have enough on your plate with Betsy’s pack. We have to approach this diplomatically.”
    “I’m not a diplomat,” Bran said, nipping at Luc’s neck. “I’m your mate and I’ll protect you with every last breath in my body. Stay with me, baby. We’ll discuss this tomorrow. We have some makeup sex to get to.”
    Suddenly breathless, Luc laughed. It felt as if it were the beginning of their relationship when everything was new. As if he were still the centre of Bran’s world.
    How he’d missed that look.
    There wasn’t much time for reflection before Bran yanked Luc to him, using his huge muscled body to pin Luc’s lighter frame. His world shrank to Bran’s beautiful amber eyes as the alpha dipped his head and took Luc’s mouth as if he were food, water and everything necessary in life.
    The months prior to Luc’s departure had been filled with tension and pain after the alpha made his decision to seek a female mate. Now, it was as if those days had never happened. This was the old Bran. The one he’d loved for so long.
    Nothing could beat the familiarity of a lover who knew where all the hot spots were on your body. One who knew his nipples were sensitive and how to rub that bit of skin on his hip to drive him completely insane.
    Luc gave himself over to Bran’s touch. He was floating. Enjoying sensations only his werewolf lover knew how to cause.
    Unexpectedly, Bran slid down his body, licking and nuzzling his way until he settled between Luc’s legs and swallowed his cock in one long slide. With big hands pinning him, he was at the werewolf’s mercy, unable to move his hips.
    Whimpering mindlessly, Luc’s head whipped back and forth. “I’m coming!”
    A low growl vibrated through his body, making him shoot down his lover’s throat. Panting, he tried to calm his racing heart as Bran lifted his legs and exposed Luc’s hole to his hungry amber gaze.
    “Who do you belong to?” Bran demanded.
    Luc had to unscramble the words in his sex-muddled head. “You. I’m yours, Bran.”
    “Remember that.” He released Luc long enough to grab some lubricant from the nightstand drawer and