Lucien had expected this much. Scarlet Diablo turning on Vincent after Edmund dangled a sweeter deal wasn't shocking.
What shocked him was that Edmund hadn't swooped in to stop this circus.
'But what the fuck are they doing? Running around like bulls in a damn bullfighting arena?!'
He cursed them all—and himself—for thinking they were smarter than this mess.
If it was going to end like this, maybe he should've accepted his grandfather's offer to watch from afar when the kidnapping happened.
He had hated the idea—it would've ruined the whole plan with his temper—but right now that "ruined plan" was starting to look like a lifeline.
At least with Vincent, he'd dug so deep with Obscura that he knew which manor he'd be locked in, even down to the escape routes.
With Mikhail? He knew nothing. No safety net, no map, no way out.
'Fuck. This is the worst.'
Lucien swallowed hard as heat surged through his veins. His cock stiffened, his body burning as that familiar ache pulsed in his gut.
He was going into heat.
Half of the Lunar Kiss was already this strong, what would happen if Lucien didn't know all of this? He would literally sleep with anyone and everyone.
"Ohhh, the aphrodisiac works that fast?" Mikhail's laugh rumbled through the car, devilish and amused.
"Ironic, isn't it? The very drugs your famiglia perfected are now your downfall."
A heavy hand slid up Lucien's thigh. He jolted and slapped it away, hissing through his teeth.
"Fuck you, Reznik!"
The devil only grinned wider. "Oh, I'll fuck you good."
His palm pressed against Lucien's cock, squeezing, rubbing until a broken moan spilled from his lips.
"Ahhh…"
"Sing for me, my star." Mikhail's voice dropped into a husky whisper. "I love your voice."
Lucien's breath came ragged, his head dizzy with the storm of Mikhail's scent—vodka's sharp bite twined with the smoky warmth of burning wood.
It made him ache, made him restless, made him want. His body betrayed him, arching on the seat, trembling for more.
And Mikhail wanted it. Needed it. The car grew suffocating with Lucien's pheromones, rich and sweet like red pomegranate with a sharp tang, laced with the faint softness of jasmine.
It made something inside Diablo snap.
With a sudden jerk, he wrenched the wheel and veered off the trail, the tires tearing through grass and gravel as the vehicle swerved wildly. Their bodies lifted with every jolt, the ride rough and reckless.
He knew this would destroy his plan, maybe even that Leopard would realize something was not right and finally find them. But Mikhail didn't care, he wanted to touch and devour his little star right here and now.
"Rez… Reznik… hnngh…" Lucien writhed like a starved omega, his voice spilling out in broken gasps.
His lashes fluttered, golden and damp, while his moans filled the cramped space.
Every rough shift of the road made Mikhail's grip more erratic, his touch unpredictable. Lucien's body bent to it, chasing it, savoring it as he couldn't think about anything anymore.
And Mikhail knew, he was close. His star would finally be his.
"REZNIK!"
Lucien's voice cracked as he snapped his head forward straight at the ocean. The road ended at the cliff, and in another heartbeat the car would've taken them both into the waves.
Mikhail slammed the brakes, tires screaming until the vehicle shuddered to a halt right at the edge. One more second, and they'd be nothing but wreckage in the sea.
Lucien's chest heaved, his heart pounding, but the devil only laughed, wild and breathless.
"Your heat will be the death of me."
"You're insane," Lucien spat, staring at him in disbelief.
Mikhail yanked the handbrake and shifted toward him, his frame looming large as his arms caged Lucien in against the seat.
"Ahh, I can finally eat you alive."
His crimson eyes burned as he pulled the lever, sending the seat collapsing flat into a makeshift bed.
A rough hand seized Lucien's jaw. The devil leaned down, dragging his tongue across his eyelids until his lashes glistened. Lucien flinched, shutting his eyes tight.
"You jerk!"
He tried to turn his head away, but he was still powerless anyway with his hands cuffed and heat that weakened his body.
Mikhail chuckled low, his pulse thrumming with excitement. His tongue traced Lucien's lips, licking, then sucking hard.
He groaned into the kiss, devouring the soft, ripe mouth until Lucien moaned against him, their breaths tangling, wet and sweet.
The Scarlet Diablo, feared and untouchable, melted beneath the taste of his omega.
Lucien whimpered when Mikhail's teeth caught his tongue. He jerked his head back with a hiss, but the devil only laughed and released him.
"What the hell, you freak," he muttered, breathless.
"But you like the taste of this freak, don't you?"
Lucien didn't answer, face snapping to the side, but the blush climbing from his cheeks to the tips of his ears betrayed him. Adorable and maddening.
Mikhail's grin widened as he tore his own shirt open, buttons flying like worthless trinkets. His omega started to protest, but the words broke into a cry when sharp teeth closed around his nipple.
"Ahhh!" Lucien's voice was high and sweet, trembling with need.
One of Mikhail's hands slid lower, dragging trousers and underwear down in one rough pull. Lucien's cock sprang free, flushed and hard, his moans spilling louder as the devil's fist wrapped around him.
"Rez… Reznikhh!"
Scarlet Diablo groaned as he played his star's body like an instrument, tongue flicking over a pink nipple while his hand pumped his cock with ruthless rhythm. His rod was as hard as him, but he couldn't hold to taste every part of his omega body.
The person that he always dreamed of in every wet dream, was now real beneath him. Screaming and moaning his name.
Lucien writhed, lost between shame and bliss, his pheromones flooding the car thick and intoxicating.
The air grew heavy, drowning them both in lust until the world outside no longer existed. No cliff. No chase. No danger. Only the heat that bound them.