In one fluid motion, he pounded his hips into Lust's ass, plunging his entire length into the sodden depths. The spit and pre-cum were perfect as self-made lube, making it easy to slip in. Lust howled in pleasure, curving his spine in a 'U' shape to accept more, to accept what he'd been given.

A feral urge obscured Lucas's common sense.

Claim this alpha with his scent.

Drown him in lavender pheromones.

He wished there were others around to watch the deed like the old ways, to fuck in front of a pack, to witness the sticky mess that would soon fill the vamp's belly. Everyone should see the evidence that Lust was off the bachelor market, and would not be accepting any more partners to spend the night with.

Lucas rumbled in his chest. It was a strange tone he had never made before, and couldn't be translated into real words. It was deep and almost demonic-like but felt natural to do. A beta couldn't understand, but Lust would.

With each thrust between Lust's thighs, he relished how the smell of their union spread around them. He reached forward and grabbed the long hair into a ponytail to pull his alpha closer.

THWOP. THWOP. THWOP.

"HNGH," Lust held in the moan, obviously feeling the ravaging cock sink into him further to the root. The thick muscles on his face had lessened some, meaning his sin was dwindling. It was working...hopefully.

Lucas stood to his feet, leaning over Lust's backside to mount him better. Such an undomesticated position, meant to show power over the bottom. To listen. Submit. Let it be known who was who in the relationship.

He pulled on the hair in his grip, staring with yearning at the markless nape below him. Lucas swore his alphic fangs grew longer. Were they supposed to grow this long to mark their mate? It didn't seem like it. In fact, it resembled more like when Lucas had foolishly challenged Kieran in the streets during his rut, remembering that time when he had bitten Kieran's minty pheromone sac to inject his own.

Am I...responding to this like it's a challenge between alphas?

"Ugh," Lucas groaned when the tightness around his cock turned painful.

Lust quivered under him, coming a load onto the ground. His orgasm milked Lucas's cock, ordering it to do the same, to do the deed Lucas hadn't even considered when forced to fuck with the women provided by the Zhang's.

Knotting.

Lust's hole was pulsing in desperation, to be marked in that way.

"Please," a much lovelier voice pleaded to Lucas pounding away above. "Alpha...more...more..."

His face was normal again, now crying. Tears glistened in Blaise's eyes, which were brown and lost in horny bliss.

Rather than asking if he was okay or if they should stop, Lucas thrusted faster. The aftershocks of Blaise coming were rippling and caressing his cock, sending Lucas into a dominant ecstasy.

SMACK. His lower half slapped into Blaise one final time, his cock's head blooming into a knot. It locked onto an area that did not have an organ to fill with seed, shooting strings of white liquid further into his toned body instead. The bottom alpha whined, tensing at being filled, asshole stretched to the max by a mere blood slave.

Lucas barked and suddenly lashed at Blaise's nape, canines barely, barely grazing the skin. Drool fell over the most ideal spot to make a permanent ring. Ah, shit, he wanted to bite! This place! Here! Make it smell of lavender!

He stopped, though.

I can't. Why can't I?

He straightened from mounting, letting go of Blaise's hair.

When Blaise's head plopped on the frosted grass, the strands splayed around like a halo.

His balls were empty, but they had to wait for the knot to go limp. Was knotting actually this uncomfortable? His dick felt like it wanted to explode, throbbing with each pulse of cum that could only dribble occasionally thanks to the constriction. He couldn't believe he had knotted with a freaking bloodsucker who wasn't even an omega! Alphas were not supposed to knot to other alphas! There was no uterus and no possibility of getting pregnant!

As they waited in the dark, neither said a word. Since Lust had gone, the temperature grew warm. The sparkling frost melted. Crickets chirped. An owl hooted. The only noisy thing was their thoughts. There were many unanswered questions they both had, like the two rings appearing on Lucas's groin.

Chastity. Lucas could think with a sober mind, recalling the definition. Didn't that mean no sex? It wasn't a word he knew for certain. Why did Lust call him that? What did it mean, exactly?

After some time, the knot deflated. Lucas carefully took it out, foreskin slickened with seed. Without saying anything, Blaise got up and zipped his pants, face hidden behind his hair.

"I-," Lucas started to say, still on his knees with his genitals exposed.

But Blaise held up a hand to stop him. He brushed the hair away behind his ears, taking a big breath before finally looking at the human that had just fucked him like a breeding whore. He eyed the new tattoo and scoffed, "First Envy, then Pride, and now me. This will mess up my whole system that I created for me. I'm fine with how things are. How dare you just...change that? Why barge into my life now when I needed help so long ago?"

Who was Blaise talking to? Lucas? A ghost?

Blaise turned around and gave the middle finger to the star-studded sky.

"Really?" he yelled, voice echoing into the night. "You very well know that a deadly sin can't resist their Virtue's pheromones! Controlling pheromones, especially! Ya'll really have another thing coming if you think I'll-"

A spark of light flashed behind the few puffs of gray clouds. Heat lightning? It wasn't summer for the phenomenon to happen yet. Odd.

"Wow...WOW...," Blaise laughed like a madman. "Not the heavens giving me such backtalk!" He ran and kicked the sand on the small beach ahead repeatedly, particles flying.

In an instant, Blaise then returned in front of Lucas, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt until Lucas dangled there in the air. There was literally no time to react to it! Not that he could, anyway. Lucas was drained and his throat hurt worse than ever, overdoing it physically.

"You, Lasagna. I don't know if they're playing a game with me. I like you, but this ain't it. I'm a well-known whore. I sleep with several partners weekly, and I require constant touch. You saw me as Lust. Taking Mother out of the equation, that's the result of my inner slut when I'm sex-deprived. I was never destined to remain with one person."

It was the first time Lucas had heard any of this, and he was weirdly annoyed with Blaise calling himself such insults. Blaise had always been positive and quirky, smarter than everyone with his quickness to solve a solution.

Lucas finally saw a glimpse of this vampire's weakness.

The lack of self-confidence.

Dependency on others.

Losing himself to temptation, over...and over...and over...and over again.

No one would ever know, for Blaise was always the center of attention, bold and high-spirited. In reality, he was nervous and paralyzed under the gazes of hundreds.

It made Lucas feel bad.

Help him, that voice said once more.

Help? Isn't what I just did not enough? Isn't that how you're supposed to help Lust? What does he need? Tell me.

Silence.

Lucas, confused why it didn't work, touched Blaise's face, erasing the fresh tear rolling down his cheek. The eyelash makeup he liked to wear called mascara colored his tears black.

"Then," he strained, voice about to completely disappear as his wound bled. "I'll just have to...challenge every person who you...are about to sleep with, human and bloodsucker. I'll fight...over you."

Blaise's eyebrow twitched and let go, dropping Lucas to the ground. He landed roughly on his back, which hurt like a bitch!

"Then," Blaise repeated Lucas's words with a devious expression, putting a pink military boot on his chest victoriously. He reached into his pants to show Lucas the mess he had made within him, displaying the semen between his wiggling fingers. "I'll just have to accept the best alpha in every challenge. The winner for each fight will get to fuck me into submission, no matter who, Chastity."

Challenge accepted.

The new tattoo tingled, sending the same sensation through Lucas's member.

Chastity would have to work hard to do...whatever he needed to do.

Most importantly, Lucas the alpha would never lose from this moment.

Never.