Crushed Crown

Crushed Crown 14

Chapter 14

AIDEN

I'm balls deep in his ass. I feel his tight cheeks bouncing up against my pelvis. He slides down on my dick. My dick is wet and I can feel his walls closing in all around me.

The guy is muscular with tan skin, pink lips brown eyes and a short haircut. He has this small waist that I'm holding. He's riding my dick. He's loving every moment of it as he goes down on me sliding up on it to show me the arch in his back.

He goes back down.

"You have the best dick," he tells me.

His voice is deep.

It's sexy.

"You like it?" I ask him.

"I love it, General Aiden."

"I'm not a General, anymore," I tell him.

"Well I'll follow your orders anyday."

He gets off his dick and crotches down on the bed doggy style. I climb up behind him from the back and put my dick so far into him that he screams out for mercy. I begin fucking him letting my dick crack into him as he squeezes onto the bedsheets. He's loving every second of it. He's screaming my name.

Ashe does it I can feel my whole body ache.

"Aiden. Aiden. Aiden."

I can feel my body shaking as I start nutting in him, delivering my heavy load so far deep in him that I start shaking and my knees almost buckle.

He lays down on the bed. His perky ass still bubbling with all the semen that I left in him. He looks so fucking sexy laying there though that I want to put it back in and go for round too. I know that it would cost more though. I'm not surprised when he holds his hand out before the semen has even had the chance to properly dry.

"That'll be 3,000,"

"3,000. I paid 300 last time to fuck," I tell Andre, the escort.

I've been coming to this brothel for a few weeks now. It's easy. These guys weren't hard. Relationships were hard. I'd been in love before with Santos. That didn't work. Then came Justice...and I never really found the ability to really care about him in the way that I should. Sex was easy. It was the other stuff that came hard.

"You came in me," he states.

"You're a fucking vampire. You can't get a disease."

He sighs, "Well listen, blood is getting expensive."

"Sucks to be you. Literally. I'm not giving you 3,000 dollars though."

"You don't want these problems..." he states.

Andre glides for me. He hardly touches the ground pressing his hand up against my throat to restrain me. It doesn't work. I'm too quick. As soon as I feel his hand up against my throat, I lean back. I twist. I twist hard. Vampire strength hard.

I twist his arm behind his back.

"I can break it if you're not careful."

"You owe me."

"I owe you 300. Like last time."

I drop Andre, tossing him over my shoulder onto the bed in one quick toss. He lands on the bed. I take the money that I owe him out. I'm not a general anymore. I don't make that much to begin with.

That's when I see Andre lean over the bed and push a button. I'm not sure what the button means and I'm not sticking around to find out. I pull up my pants. I grab my coat and I start heading out of the door. I'm walking down the steps when I see all these doors open. All of a sudden all these vampires come out of their rooms.

Young, sexy, vampire prostitutes. They all look hot. They young men in the brothel have their big dicks hanging. They haven't even had the chance to wear clothes. They look at me.

I turn back and I see Andre.

"Pay up," Andre says.

"You really called your people on me?" I ask, "Thought I was the best dick you ever had."

"You are. But if you don't pay up I might have to bite that dick off and keep it in my room for lonely nights."

I cringe at the thought of it. I don't get the chance to react before I'm being charged though. I was once a general of the Eden. I was engaged to the prince of Eden. I was going to be a king. How the mighty have fallen. Now I was in a brothel getting attacked by naked vampires.

I have to admit I'm turned on when I see them charging at me. How often do you get pinned down to the wall by two men with rock hard bodies, perfect faces, bubble butts and 9 inch dicks. I swear I think this is the beginning of some orgy fantasy I had or something.

I guess this wasn't the worst way to die.

All of a sudden I feel a breeze though. It's a quick breeze and I'm released. I'm not sure what happens but then I see the two boys holding me huddled up in a bloody corner. There is someone with them. Someone has attacked them.

"Armando."

Armando's teeth are bleeding from biting into my assaulters. Several of the other boys charge at Armando. If they knew who Armando was they wouldn't have. A part of me thinks they know though. Every vampire knew Armando. But they do it anyway. It shows how desperate they are for the money. Armando is quicker than the rest of them.

He quickly flexes back, pushes forward punching and knocking the escorts through brick walls. Most of them fall quickly. Andre attempts to hold out. He's last. His fist collides on Andre's jaw.

I watch as Armando collapses teeth right out of Andre's mouth.

Andre falls to the ground unconscious.

"So this is where you go during the day."

"You followed me?"

Armando doesn't answer, "Hurry. I have a lead on Santos."

~

We are walking through the streets of Eden. Armando and I look like brothers, but truth is that he's much older than me. He's always been like my best friend but honestly he's more like my father. He's taught me everything I know. The guy was quiet for the most part. He was a man of very few words. Even walking down the street with him I realize that there isn't much to say.

"You didn't have to break his jaw," I tell Armando, "Andre was my favorite."

"You're better than that."

"Better like Santos?"

Armando always wanted me to be with his son Santos. The only thing is that Santos was hopelessly in love with Nero. There was never, ever going to be breaking them up. It would have been perfect if that was the case. I was the one who Armando raised to be with Santos. He wanted someone strong like him. He wanted someone who knew everything that he knew. Someone who could protect his prized possession. I was that person, but then Nero comes along and I don't exist.

That was my world.

That was what I was used to.

But Santos was happy and if he was happy so was I. I wish I could say the same for Armando.

"Santos is in trouble again," Armando responds, "This is exactly why I didn't want to listen to you when you said we should just lay low for awhile."

"How was I supposed to know he'd be in trouble again."

"Because he's never safe. As long as he's with Nero he won't be."

"Armando that's who he chose."

"Are you going to help me get my son back or not?" Armando asks.

Armando gives me a grimace. He doesn't need me. He knows he doesn't. The truth is sometimes I think he gets lonely. His wife was gone. His son was married to someone else. Yet he still had those dashing Armando looks that I was jealous of and the amazing fighting skills that I couldn't hold a candle to. Maybe I was stronger than Nero. Maybe not. Armando preferred me though because he knew me. I made him comfortable. It was always a comfort thing for him.

"If we do this. If we save Santos, then that means that you let him go," I state.

"What?"

"You let him live his own life," I explain to Armando, "You can't be that overprotective father anymore. You have to let him make his own decisions."

Saying that to Armando was like pulling teeth. I knew it was going in one ear and going out of the other. It just really wasn't clicking to him. Santos was his life. Santos was his everything. The fact that Santos was with someone else and constantly getting himself in trouble wasn't really something that Armando wanted to deal with.

I can see Armando drift off a little bit, "His mother was the first vampire. The first vampire ever. A part of me always knew the power that she had. I thought I loved her. I was wrong. I didn't know what love was. That was fear. The moment I saw Santos...the moment I set eyes on him I knew what love was. You know? I understood it for the first real time in my life. I know that now. Santos is the love of my life."

It's sweet hearing a father say that about his son. There were so many days that I wished Armando was my father. My own father was a deadbeat. He treated me and my brother like shit from what I could remember. I can't remember much though. It's always really been Armando helping me. Teaching me how to walk like a vampire, talk like a vampire, fight like a vampire and live like a vampire. Armando was comfortable with me but I was comfortable with him too.

"What can we do to help Santos?" I ask.

That's what was important now. Even if that meant coming out of hiding. Even if that meant going back into the heart of Eden. I willing to do that, for Santos and most definitely for Armando.

"We are going to meet a human. He was in the palace when my son was attacked by Walid."

"A human in Eden?"

"Yes."

"What's his name?"

"Zeke."

~

We meet Zeke outside of the palace. We take him to a hotel to get him out of the street. He looks afraid. I would be too. He was surrounded in a city of monsters. This clearly wasn't his level of comfort. I have to admit that he was an attractive looking human though.

"Where is he?" Armando asks.

Armando doesn't waste any time. He had heard on the news when they said that Santos was treasonous. That's when he knew that he had to find out what was going on. We didn't have the pull we used to have though. We couldn't just walk into the Blood Palace. What were the chances this strange human was seeking us out the whole time we were looking for answers about Santos?

Armando isn't treating this boy like he's helpful though. He grabs the boy by the collar. He's choking the boy up. The human looks petrified, to say the least. I literally have to pry Armando off of the human to calm him down.

"He's uh...he's uh..."

"You might want to get your thoughts clear," I warn the human, "That one doesn't play about his kids..."

"Can we go somewhere safe?"

He looks around. He's afraid. I know that makes sense. He's a human after all. I can smell it on him. There were laws against killing other species without probable cause in the city walls but there were no laws against killing humans. He was probably petrified.

Armando looks at me. He's a hermit in some type of ways so of course, I expect it.

I nod.

"I know a place."

The hotels in the city sprouted around not too long ago. As more and more vampires, witches and wolves entered the city it became clear that they expected some sort of reminder of the human world. Zeke is surprised when we pull up to a rather nice hotel that could probably pass for a boutique hotel in New Orleans. Armando straddles behind. If Zeke is uncomfortable then Armando isn't really helping him out. I look over at Zeke. I kind of feel bad for the guy. He was here doing the right thing and he was just scared to death.

As we walk up to the front desk there is something on the television. It's something about a storm. The front desk people are unprofessional. They hardly even look our way when we walk in. They seem so preoccupied.

"Can we get some help?" I ask, "Please.

No answer.

One of the front desk clerks looks over to the other, "I didn't think there were storms in Eden. I didn't think that was possible. We've always had perfect weather."

"Somethings coming. I can say that much."

"Excuse me?" I start up again.

"NOW!" Armando barks in a military voice that seems to shatter any type of calm in the hotel.

The vampires turn around to face us. Armando is uneasy. I look back at him giving him a stern face. A face that lets him know to behave. I know Armando though. He isn't going to calm down, not until he found Santos. He was calm almost to a fault, except when it came to Santos. That's when he raged war, murdered, schemed and the worst sides of him c

"How can I help----" the front desk starts up.

His eyes immediately get distracted by Zeke. The smell is unique. He's staring him down almost immediately. The clerk bares his fangs slowly. I can almost see his mouth salivating for a taste of Zeke. There was a blood shortage already. I could only imagine vampires would go crazy for human blood at a time like this.

"Eyes up here," I respond.

He seems to snap back to reality, for not at least, "How can I help you?"

"One room."

"It probably isn't safe. There's dangerous weather in Eden. Everyone's going to the shelters under the Blood Palace."

Everyone? I knew the Palace was enormous but I didn't think it was big enough to hold the entire city. It seemed like a bad idea to crowd everyone in there like that. That is the last place I wanted to be with a human.

"We'll take our chances."

He gives me a key reluctantly.

I can see the clerks both setting their eyes on Zeke following him the whole time. Zeke looks terrified in the cutest way a human in a city full of monsters could be.

I can't help it.

I put my arms around him, "You're OK. I got you."

He smells good. Sure, he's a food source but years back Armando had me in the human world all the time to watch over his son Santos. I had gotten used to the smell, more used to the smell than other vampires. It didn't bother me. Actually, I liked it. And honestly...Zeke was a good looking guy.

"Thanks," he tells me.

I open the room door for him, "No problem at all."

As he walks in I stare at his ass. Yeah. He definitely was something nice to look at. Definitely something different. My dick jumps a little bit wondering how it would feel to be balls deep in him.

Armando probably reads my mind as he pushes me aside, "We don't have time for this."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I whisper back.

"That tent in your pants seems to know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Just because you're asexual..."

Armando isn't having it. He's all business. No fun. When we get in the room Zeke sits on the bed. He looks so nervous. He's sweating. Being the gentleman I am, I decide to sit next to him, comfort him a little bit.

Armando doesn't let up though. He grills him question after question finding out what happened the night that Santos was taken. Zeke fumbles around with his words, clearly intimidated by Armando. I barely hear much of the conversation. The weather outside is getting to me.

Those clerks had a point.

I didn't think it stormed in Eden.

"So Walid declared my son a treason?" Armando responds.

Zeke looks confused every time Armando mentions that he's the father of Santos. That's because Armando is ridiculously young looking that he could probably pass for a slightly older brother of Santos or something. Past the handsome face, young exterior and immortal looks was the face of a man who would kill for his son if necessary. Hopefully, Zeke wouldn't have to learn that lesson first hand. He was too cute to have his arteries sucked dry until there was nothing left.

"Yes."

"And they just let you go?" Armando asks, "I don't believe you."

I roll my eyes, "Not everyone's a schemer. What threat is a human to a wolf? No offense. They probably just weren't interested in him."

"They let me go," he confirms, "I remember Justice told me to find Armando if anything happened. He said you'd save Santos and Santos would save him."

"Why do you care about saving Justice?" I ask, "What's your relationship?"

"He's...I don't know...special."

"Special?" I ask.

He shrugs, "He's the only one that was nice to me. So yeah. Special."

"Justice was my ex," I tell the human.

"Your ex what."

"Ex lover."

"Really?" Zeke asks, "You didn't seem like you were his type."

He had a point. No. I wasn't Justice's type. Justice wasn't mine either. It was damn near painful being engaged to him when we were, but Santos pushed the arrangement at the time. I guess Santos wanted me out of his relationship with Nero. Let's just say Justice and I had too many similarities to be compatible. We just didn't mix.

Armando could care less about the fact that Prince Justice probably had some brewing relationship with this human before everything went down. He has one concern and one concern only. He voices it almost immediately cutting off all of this, "Well where is he?"

"Santos?" Zeke asked.

"Who the fuck else would I be talking about? Nero? No. I just give a fuck about Santos. Where is he?"

"Sorry. Um...he's in the Blood Palace. They buried them all alive. I heard one of his advisors mention a silver casket. It keeps him awake. A vampire death---they said. He would have buried me too but I told him I was human. They lost interest in me when I said that," Zeke explains, "Justice said that I should seek you out if I ever got in trouble. He said you would save Santos and Santos would save him."

He's stuttering skipping over his words. The nerves are definitely strong in this human. His bulgy eyes just keep looking at me. I can see a vein pop out of Armando's neck when he hears that his son has been buried alive...again.

This wasn't good. This definitely wasn't good.

Armando starts storming off.

"Wait..." I stop him.

"Wait for what?"

"Somethings coming," I state.

Armando looks at the human, " Is this a setup?"

"No."

"Are you expecting someone?"

"No."

"If you're lying to me..."

"He's not lying to you," I defend Zeke to Armando, "He's horrified. Someone tracked us down. You can smell it. It's a wolf. They are able to do that."

My vampire senses weren't as strong as a wolf but it didn't take a wolf's senses to smell the thing behind the door. Armando isn't having it. He turns at that moment and opens the door. Behind the door, there is a boy. He's small...weakly looking thing, but he smells like a wolf. So it doesn't surprise me when I see a full grown man on his back. He struggles to get the man in the room at that moment.

The boy places the person on the bed. We look at who the person is that this boy is carrying and we are all shocked, to say the least.

"One King Genesis...delivered on time," the boy states.

Armando looks at the boy. He looks at me. The boy seems tired as hell. It takes a lot to make a wolf tired even one as small as him. He looks like he's been through hell but isn't half as beaten up as Genesis is.

"What the---" Armando starts.

The boy offers his hand, "Sorry I'm rude. Been around too many wolves. The name is Yuma. I'm Ambassador Yas's brother."

"What are you doing here?" I ask, "With...him..."

I look over at Genesis. He was unconscious. Completely. He was also all bruised up. I can tell almost immediately that we had just opened the door to some shit.

"I was running with him," Yuma responds, "Saving his damn life. My Alpha asked me to track him down, deliver him to Genesis, but I disobeyed. Don't do that often. I have to admit."

"Why'd you bring him here?"

"There is a witch chasing him. Something powerful. I mean...power-FULL. No joke. Probably will destroy everything in its path to kill this one. Halfway here I realized it wasn't the only one chasing Genesis either. Seems like other witches are doing it too."

I'm confused, "Why?"

"I don't know."

"Well, maybe I can help you figure it out. Which witches are chasing him?"

Yuma sighs a little bit. He is so tired that he is damn near hunched over with his hands on his knees, "Actually...seems like all of them."

The storm. I wondered if it had anything to do with these witches chasing Genesis. I look over at Genesis. I look at Armando. We are both thinking the same thing. Genesis is being hunted. He's in danger and this is something more serious than either of us could imagine.

This wolf had just brought the Number 1 most wanted man in Eden to our fucking doorstep.

What...the...fuck...

I turn to the window at that moment. I look outside of it, "Armando..."

Armando goes to the window. The storm is beating fast outside. Rain, wind, and lightning crackle unlike anything I've ever seen in my life. I've lived a long time. I've seen many storms in the human world. Nothing was like this. And it all seemed to be centered right outside of our hotel room. That's when I see them. All these masked figures.

I've lived a long time and never seen so many masked figures all rolling up to the hotel room in unison.

I've lived a long time and I've never been so afraid.

These were witches.

That was very clear.

"Again...and I'll only ask you this one last time," Armando states slowing down his voice to make himself clear, "Why the hell...did you...bring him here?"

"I was stopped in the woods by three boys. Don't ask me who they were. I don't know, but I know they covered for me. They helped me distract the people chasing me. Somehow. Magic I think. Not like the magic outside though. Different kind of magic."

"Different?"

"Darker? I suppose. I dunno. I'm not a magician," Yuma responds still breathing heavy and trying to catch his breath, "All I know is these three strangers tell me to find Armando. They told me to find you. I remember smelling you one time," Yuma pauses for a breath, "I never forget a scent. Not never. So I had two options. Listen to my Alpha and take Genesis to him or bring him here. And well...I didn't want my Alpha to be in danger so..."

"So you brought the danger to us," I respond.

I look out the window. More and more witches are gathering. They file formation up and down the streets. I have no doubt they are surrounding the hotel. They are all color coded. The storm is getting heavier.

I notice the staff of the hotel runs out, abandoning the hotel.

I know why.

This place was about to be under attack.

"I'm scared," Zeke states looking out the window.

Maybe I shouldn't be flirting with someone that my ex-fiance found attractive. Right now I don't care though. Zeke is cute and I probably am going to die today if these witches had anything to do with it. I don't know who told Yuma to bring Genesis here but Genesis was here right now. We needed a plan.

Armando looks over at Yuma.

"I don't care about this," Armando responds, "All I care about is Santos."

I stop Armando.

I know I'm stupid for what I'm about to say. I should just agree with him. But I can't. Armando is like a father to me. I care about him, deeply. He's raised me. I couldn't keep this from him.

"Do you trust me, Armando?" I ask, turning over to him.

"Of course."

"You can't abandon Genesis," I state, "You would hate me if I allowed you to abandon him. I know something. Something I've been hiding from you. Something that would make you hold off on going to save Santos."

"Nothing would make me hold off on saving my son."

I sigh. I remember all the secret missions I did for King Nero. I remember always being in Nero's ear. I remember us finding out secrets. I assumed it was best Armando didn't know those secrets. I saw how crazy he was when it came to protecting Santos, already. I didn't need double that mess to clean up.

"Exactly," I respond, "We have to protect Genesis no matter what, even if all four of us die today because he's your son."

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