Creed stared down at the back of the runt’s head coldly, his former grin long since gone, his eyes a chilled amber as he took in the smaller man- no, the boy beneath him. He was now straddling LeBeau, the theif’s head the only thing left loose enough to be picked up, but the kid seemed unable to do even that. He was so close to breaking that Creed could taste it in the air, and he loved it.
Pressing his full-grown erection into the small of LeBeau’s back, Creed gripped his wrists tighter together, feeling the bones grind, and lowered his face to the back of the boy’s neck. He breathed in the scent and almost purred- not the sound he made when he spoke to play with his prey but an actual sound of contentment.
“Oh sweetheart, the fun is just beginning.” Creed whispered softly before biting LeBeau again. And again. And again…