Something that wasn't Lucas took over. It came from deep within him, from a dark place where he had hidden his thoughts, curses, messed up desires, and emotions during his abuse. Forbidden stuff. Things that should stay buried.

He saw the bloodsucker's face all contorted like a monster described from a campfire horror story.

He smelled the dizzying aroma of plums and sweat.

These both released that fucked up side of Lucas. Blaise was in there somewhere, trapped by this demon kneeling before him. He had a crazy urge to put it in its place, make it feel what Lucas was feeling. It had to be done now, as if it was Lucas's responsibility. Perhaps Blaise would return.

Why is it my responsibility, though? Why me? Can't someone else do it?

And...as much as he didn't want to admit it, he actually missed that dummy who planted random kisses on his cheek to make him mad. Lucas missed the calming scent of vanilla when he tried to sleep, chasing away the nightmares that always plagued him before his ownership was transferred to the youngest prince. And he missed having someone who understood his type of trauma without having to explain it. Thank fuck Teru couldn't relate; Lucas would never want him to experience even a smidge of that.

Blaise just...got it.

Lucas stared down at the vamp, who wasn't sucking like being told to. Rather, Lust was ogling at the black mark on-

Whoa, what the hell is that? Lucas thought when seeing the mysterious tattoo, two interlocking black circles on his groin. Almost like...rings? What happened to my freckles there-? Nevermind. Wonder about that later.

"Well?" Lucas whispered, waiting for a certain hot mouth to take him in. Talking loudly was out of the question since he allowed this pest to suck blood from his goddamned injury. Probably stupid of him. Actually, really stupid of him. His ears rang and his body was cold, but it was the right thing to do.

Lust still wasn't listening, likely not intentionally, given his shocked, unblinking expression at the symbol...

...Until he snapped his head back, breaking his neck unnaturally. CRACK. The sudden movement startled Lucas, his breath hitching. Lust snarled like a hellhound that came straight from the underworld itself. Lust's pupils expanded, blackness consuming the whites of his eyes. His wrists shook, long nails clawing into his palms until blood was drawn. Clearly, Lust wanted freedom and escape far from here, but the authoritative pheromones wouldn't allow it. Lucas didn't believe his lavender pheromones were that strong to hold a dominant alpha/deadly sin. It was a miracle by how it worked-

"Poor little orphan, all alone in his cave," Lust growled, voice taken over by a guttural, chuckling tone. The hair on Lucas's nape stood, and it wasn't from the weather's bitter coldness. He had never heard a more terrifying sound than Lust's demented voice. Was he actually a demon? Because holy shit...this was...

Help him, a whisper warmly told him. Lucas didn't question it, knowing he wasn't crazy and hearing things. It was much bigger than he was, spiritually.

I guess I was always so desperate for a miracle or an answer. The timing, though.

The pleasant thoughts nagged, Help him. Help him. Help him.

Lust spat blood, gnawing on his own tongue until it had split down the center. Truly a snake. The red liquid splattered all over Lucas's shirt.

"So alone in your shithole of a home, masturbating to the fantasies of that pitiful omega. You cried afterward after jizzing into your filthy hand, wishing your semen would impregnate him. Hahaha," the demon vampire cackled pervertedly. "Maggots. You belong with the pests in the ground, where your mommy and daddy are buried. They died in pain, knowing their only son is a cockroach that eats shit off the ground. Nothing. You're nothing. Not even the maggots would want to pick the meat from your bones. Just a masturbation tool for the rich. A breeding tool. Disgusting cunt."

Lucas didn't react, not feeling the correct emotions. Shouldn't this offensive language anger him? Punch him in the face to make him shut up? That would only stimulate Lust. Lucas wanted...he wanted to...

'Something that wasn't Lucas took over?' No. This is me, too fucked up. Trash. Unfixable. That's why no one else can do this...because there is no one that can. Help him. That's my responsibility.

Upon seeing Lucas not responding to how he wanted, Lust fidgeted violently, breaking through a layer of pheromones.

"Release me, bitch," Lust growled, long and low with fury. His plum and sweat-fueled scent went to war with lavender. Why the abrupt change from earlier when he listened so well? The domesticated puppy was now a rabid wolf. "RELEASE ME!"

Lucas had to be more strict. "Stop." He released his pheromones to bind him again.

"A dirty bastard like you cannot tie me up to one person. Impossible. You will never see me accept it, Chastity."

Chastity? I don't know what that is. Seriously? He's having a tantrum because he can't commit?

Lucas rolled his eyes. In a maneuver he learned with the Duchess, he pulled Lust's hair into a ponytail and swiftly glided them into a new position since, clearly, a standing blowjob wasn't in the cards. His hold forced the vampire to do what Lucas wanted. Lucas, now on his knees, had Lust positioned like an omega in heat, ass high in the air on all fours with his tied hands behind his back.

Fuck, it's been so long to come, but Lucas couldn't let his perverted bastard know that. Be strong. Be the alpha.

His? Did he really think that? Yes. Lust was his. Blaise was his. This entire creature was his.

"Stay. Don't move."

"Grrrr," Lust snarled, raising his behind higher for Lucas, body anticipating, not rejecting.

Lucas bit his lip, thinking. "Hmm." He pulled down the bright camouflage pants, exposing the puckering hole that oozed vanilla pheromones. It was a sacred place for an alpha. Usually, they'd go their entire lives without penetration there. But this specific alpha, a dominant alpha, had an unknown number of partners that Lucas would never know, nor cared to know about.

Because from this point on, he would be its only male.

Lucas sucked his own fingers to get them good and wet with saliva. As everyone knew, male betas and alphas could not produce female wetness and omega slick. He watched with contentment as the vampire below him trembled at the slurping sounds as if he wasn't used to being so humiliated in this way, to be taken by someone at a much lower rank than Lust. Blaise, maybe, but in this form? It was a first.

The blood slave would claim one of the deadly sins. Here. Now.

Lucas pressed his pointer finger against the bud. It responded, fluttering at the sudden invasion. He swirled his slippery pad against it, his own mouth watering at the sight. Patience. Don't rush this. This disobedient alpha needed to know Lucas first and memorize his touch.

Slowly, he pushed through the folds, entering a place he never thought he'd get to familiarize himself with. The tissue wrapped around his finger, accepting it wholeheartedly.

Lust's aggressive growls turned into softer mewls, head leaning back at the flood of taboo adrenaline rushing through his veins. That's it. Feel it. Knuckle deep, Lucas twisted his finger to stretch this wanting pussy. It responded beautifully to the movement, relaxing in tandem with every turn of the intrusive digit.

More...

Lucas collected saliva in his mouth and spat the warm glob over Lust's hole to keep it moist. A second finger. He needed to put another. Retracting his hand completely, he added his middle finger before entering again.

The vampire's hips tried to pull away, making Lucas grin. Was this the spot? He felt spongy tissue inside, a different texture. Rubbing hard on it, he watched in delight as his blonde alpha tried to buck from the pleasurable shock in his testicles.

Lucas twisted faster, thrilled. With his other hand, he flicked at Lust's hanging cock, dripping with pre-cum. It made his legs twitch.

"You're leaking a lot, aren't you?" Lucas asked teasingly, rubbing his thumb over the cock's slit, spreading the juices. He released more pheromones to make Lust do his bidding, just to make sure. "Is this your version of slick? Give me more."

Listening, Lust moaned as he urinated, tearing out the grass in his grasp since he had ripped the bandage apart, freeing himself, but not attacking. Lucas collected the stream in his palm, feeling the consistency. Clear liquid coated his entire hand, shining under the moon. It wasn't pee, it was...

It's pre-cum, but it might as well be slick. Holy shit, why is there so much? Is this the power of a deadly sin? Because he's Lust? Or something more?

Lucas kept on twisting the needy hole and used the alpha's gift to masturbate with his own cock. He stroked himself fast to get it slippery. His canines ached, wishing to bite into the flesh of an omega.

No, not an omega. An alpha. They hurt to claim the pheromones of another alpha.

Lust turned his head and glared at Lucas with glowing black eyes. Defiant. Cunning. Taunting. "Can a pitiful blood slave like you be the alpha that Blaise needs?"

Lucas paused, staring back. He thought of the unfair bullshit he had faced throughout his life-holding his parents' hands as they took their last breaths, watching Teru be yanked away from him at the auction house, the endless nights of torture in New York, his dream of having a family going up in flames...

If anything, these turned him into a broken man.

But that didn't mean he couldn't try to be the alpha he had to be, despite the inner chaos that stabbed his heart a million times.

"I don't know if I'm what Blaise needs. I still don't know him well," Lucas stated slowly. He let go of his penis and took out his finger, positioning himself behind Lust. The head of his cock rested on the pink bud. "But I am what you need," he growled, referring to Lust.