The Blood Harem-Three Fates

Chapter 5

“ Sleep with me” the words hung heavy in the air.

Allistair's eyes widened, his hands clenching beside him. He swallowed, his eyes darting from Kieran to the eerily familiar man beside him.

“ You….sleep with you?” He repeated, his voice a little hesitant. What was he playing at? He questioned internally. He had never expected such a preposition from someone, especially…a man.

Kieran nodded with a predator grin. His hands cradled the glass of whiskey,downing the liquor in one gulp, his gaze fixed on Allistair.

“ Why? I'm a man?” Allistair questioned, his hands folded into a neat blow. A strange feeling of foreboding enveloping him. 

Caedmon’s chair scraped as he stood up, tugging at his outfit with a dignified calm “ I will leave you to your choices” he dropped, a fake smile etched on his face. He nodded towards Kieran and turned around, his silhouette disappearing into one of the bar’s rooms. 

Allistair watched him, the silhouette too familiar to be ignored. It was for a fact that he was the one who had met his uncle on the night of his parents death. His uncle was dead and here he was, supposed to be the one to help him get into Aufrigad? 

He let out and exasperated sigh, Trust is a luxury. His pocket was empty!

“ Fine” he gritted out, “ I will sleep with you” he agreed. 

 A wide crept onto Kieran's face. A victorious smile, a predator had caught it's prey and ready to feast. He lifted his hand signalling the bartender with a gesture. “ A room please” 

“ But just this once. After it, we are done.” Allistair added, his hands clenched beside him. 

Kieran’s eyes flashed with something hidden. Deep, dark, ominous. He forced a smile, nodding towards him. 

Even something like that had a price here in England! 

“ About to spend the night heh?” The bartender asked with a bright smile. His words came as a whisper as the bar had gone silent with only snores of drunken men humming loudly in the night. 

“hm, sleep calls” Kieran replied as he stood up, gesturing the bartender to lead the way.

The bartender winked at him, a sheepish smile appearing on his face. “ Old ways, old friend” he said, flashing his dirty unwashed teeth. 

“ Even change is a luxury I can't afford” Kieran dropped with knowing smile, his gaze landing on Alistair whose jaws were tight. 

Allistair clenched his fist at the exchange between the two men. After he gets what he wanted, he was taking whatever was in there and disappearing out of England.  

They stepped into the room, it was a small but healthy looking apartment. The curtains were draped with silk, the bed a sight to hold. Allistair took in the scent of the room. A mush lavender smell with faint dried olive oil. 

Dried olive? Way too familiar…he pointed out and walked into the room, his eyes flashing with satisfaction. Compared to his apartment, this was a breath of fresh air. 

If he wanted to know who Caedmon was…. genuinely, he would have to get that piece of information from Tyron. The only man who kept his gaze keen enough to notice every single shady deal that happened around him. Tyron Brontë. 

He felt a slight graze around his collarbone, down to his chest. He shivered a bit, the cold palm snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“a penny for your thoughts?” Kieran breathed, unbuttoning Allistair's shirt. 

Allistair scoffed, “ make it five hundred bitcoins” he dropped, his voice a little rough. 

A chuckle erupted through Kieran’s chest, low, subtle, rich .

“ Hm, how do you know him? ..I mean Caedmon?” 

Kieran's hands froze for a moment, a brief pause. His gaze darkened for a split second, then his lips moved, “ We happen to be two merchants who would be willing to sell our soul for the right amount of money” he replied and lifted Alistair’s head. “ Except tonight.. you would be selling yours to me”he breathed out, his warm breath brushing against Allistair’s skin. 

Allistair’s breath caught. Kieran was close….too close. His black hair fell in disheveled strands over one eye, the other burning with a heat that made Allistair’s skin prickle. His lips were parted, damp, tempting.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He tried to move away from his embrace but Kieran’s grip tightened around his waist, pulling him against hhis chest. 

“ A little too late for that” he breathed and crashed his lips onto Allistair's damp lips.

Allistair gasped, the shock of it running down his spine, pooling low in his stomach. It was nothing like he’d imagined. Not a battle for dominance or a pool of pain , it was hesitant yet claiming

His fingers found it's way to Kieran's hair, his body arching into the heat between them. Kieran’s hands grazed his skin, leaving a burning sensation on every imprint. His lips trailed down Allistair’s throat, his stomach…

A moan escaped him, unrestrained.

Kieran smirked against his skin, triumphant. “There you go”

 The moon casted it's glow on entangled figures. The moans and groans that escaped through the window. The scratching of skin and scraping of teeth. 

Few hours into the breaking of dawn. Kieran sat up, his gaze fixed on Allistair's sleeping figure. A small smile made it's way to his lips. 

“ About time” he whispered and fished out his phone. 

His gaze lingered on Caedmon's number before he messaged him. 

“ We might need to leave today” he wrote, sent the message and dropped the phone beside the bed lamp. 

He looked towards the door and saw a magazine slid Into the room. 

He rolled his eyes, magazines? It's about time social media drowned the pitiful thing. 

He picked it and scanned through the content, his eyes darkening with each passing second. 

“ Lila and Freya had gone missing?” He asked in a low voice. 

His gaze fell on the door, it had been directly slid into the apartment. 

“ They had been captured” he added, his gaze fixed on the women on the magazine. 

“ Lila?” Allistair's voice came through. His forehead creased with worry as he stumbled off the bed in a frenzy. 

“ It's a trap” Keiran said, hiding the magazine behind him. 

“you made it sound like they were insignificant. Now they were missing?!” He barked, his eyes red from worry 

Keiran’s lashes fluttered, his lips twitching a bit. Even for someone who said he didn't love her. Wasn't he reacting a bit too much ?