Rampage Unhinged: Decimated

By J.K. Jones

Silent. Deadly. Devastating.

Professor Sasha Petrovitch was now completely under his control. Damian had relentlessly pursued him, patiently waiting in the shadows until the right moment to strike. But with the realization of his desires, came a realization of the consequences. He was now a king, feared by both wolves and the supernatural,

• Language: English
• Publisher: jkjonesauthor
• Release date: Oct 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9781998809059

J.K. Jones

Hey there, I'm J.K. Jones, a Canadian author who likes her coffee black and loves to write dark M/M romance novels. I grew up in the bustling city of Toronto, and it's given me a bit of a different take on things. I'm just passionate about telling stories that grab your attention. I've been into creative writing for a while, and it's cool how I can naturally put together characters and plots that keep folks hooked. You might have come across my books like "Claw of Exile" and "Weeps Indigo." They're all about diving into the messy parts of love and relationships. I've been hanging out in Toronto for as long as I can remember, just doing my thing and spinning tales. I hope my writing connects with you and adds a little something to the world of dark M/M romance.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Aring of hellfire erupted around them. Sasha gasped, flinching back so hard the motion jostled his spine. Damian’s eyes were black like two glossy ink beads glimmering in the night. Every part of him seemed to glow as the flames inched up in torrent licks before engulfing the entire throne.

What the hell?

Sasha’s throat clogged, suffocating on the scream clawing its way up while his own body seemed to burn, the fire singeing his skin.

No. Pain shot through him like a thunderbolt. Bright blue runes ripped across his skin, each line pure agony.

Damian. Sasha’s knees buckled, his arm outstretched as the flame burst through the stone like a beam shooting straight into the sky. "Fuck!"

From the yawning hole, darkness swirled in the sky, and a thousand screams shrilled in the air as steam flooded the area, thick like doused smoke. Vampires reigned in the sky, their massive wings circling the beam until the light began to grow brighter and brighter. Sasha watched in horror as they tried to fly away but were burnt alive by a searing light.

Damian’s eyes rolled, exposing the white part. His hands turned into massive claws, snaking around the armrest until they dug in, crushing the stone into pieces. The flames grew hotter, and Sasha felt a power so insurmountable it forced him further into the ground like a heel on his neck. He screamed, body wracked with pain, and he spat blood.

Sasha tried to feel through the bond, but all he felt was darkness, an endless void. Where was Damian? How can he reach him? With a grunt, Sasha clawed his way forward, hands trembling from the spidery blue runes that lit beneath his skin. "Damian—get off—come back!"

Damian flung his head back so violently his neck cracked. A sickening crunch rang out as his head turned at a full 180-degree angle.

Sasha gaped. …the fuck!

Pale as powder skin stood stark against the blazing flames. With his backward neck, Damian began to transform. His arms jerked, kneecaps snapped back forming into hind legs while fur spread across his form, and the skin around his eyes was veiny as his muscles bulged and corded.

Then his head slowly turned back, and a strange, deranged smile slithered across his lips.

Ice stabbed at Sasha’s heart. What the fuck was happening? Bile surged as his insides began to churn. Agony struck him like an electric shock, wave upon wave. Sasha’s body felt like it was being ground into mincemeat, sweat gathering on his upper lip and brow.

Damian stood from the throne, his massive body bathed in the fire while crimson runes lined his arms and chest. He inhaled loudly as a strange force spread out like an elastic band, long and wide, before being sucked right back in, hitting Damian straight in the chest.

Voices shrieked around them. Sasha’s heart jammed in his throat, his ears rang, and it threatened to split his skull. More power drew to Damian, and Sasha’s skin crawled when he saw that Damian was getting bigger and bigger. So big, his frame eclipsed the beam.

Blood trickled from Sasha’s lower lip, his hands quivered forward, and his lungs felt like they were being crushed. "Damian…please…" Black spots danced before Sasha’s eyes, and he fought through the thick fog of his brain to stay awake.

Damian was like a god.

Backlit by massive flames, his face upturned as molten lava spread into the sky. Dark energy engulfed Sasha’s heart, piercing his insides with each labored breath.

The false prophet. No. He’d rather die than allow Damian to become the thing everyone feared, to be hunted and killed like an animal. Yet, there didn’t seem like there was any way out. Damian seemed possessed, mad with power as it rushed at him like water on the shore. There’s no way to stop it.

Sasha groaned, the runes on his skin glowing brighter, burning his flesh like a brand. Think damnit! His mind went back to what Antonio said earlier. The Nebula fae-wolf must be the one to sit on the Flame Throne. If the false prophet does, the key of destruction will be used as a weapon. Lycans are unstable creatures. Rabid. Unthinking, mindless beings.

Wait. Sasha felt like he had been doused with cold water. If it was affecting him this much, then how must it be for the rest of the supernaturals? Whoever sits on the throne will govern the will of all creatures. Shit. Damian could kill everyone. Sasha gritted his teeth and dragged himself forward, eyes stinging as his limbs writhed in agony. Fight it. Don’t give in.

Come back. Sasha forced the words through the link, probing ruthlessly at the void. It wasn’t working. Sasha wanted to scream. Everything felt like too much; he nearly fainted from his insides shredding him alive. The key of destruction.

He is the key of destruction. Sasha’s eyes darted to the left, and he grabbed the sharpest rock he could find and pointed it to his jugular. There’s no way out. Everything Mikhail said was true, and Sasha was tired of fighting it. He was a monster. A disgusting freak. Everything happened because he existed.

But if he died, nobody would have access to the throne.

It started with him, so he’ll fucking end it. Sasha brought the jagged rock to his throat, right above the mating bond, and thrust it into his skin. White lights exploded across his vision as pain wracked his body. Blood dripped down his neck, and Sasha’s head spun, eyes drooping, as his lungs cinched tighter and tighter.

Fuck. He missed.

The wound was shallow at best; he didn’t have enough strength.

Damian’s head snapped up, eyes wild as they finally landed on Sasha.

Sasha flinched, blood dripping down his arm, and he lifted it again, poised to strike, but Damian snarled. Anger flared across Damian’s features, and he stepped forward menacingly.

Come on, Sasha muttered, eyes hardening. Wake up.

Damian’s entire being warped. He clutched at his head, struggling with something. The raging fire was snuffed out by a blistering gust of wind. Sasha’s arms went limp, chest heaving as Damian advanced towards him in slow, measured steps. The vicious beam disintegrated, the sky darkened into rolling clouds of thunder, and Damian stood above him, teeth sharp as knives, frothing at the mouth.

A mindless beast.

A lycan.

Sasha’s heartbeat was erratic, hammering against his chest as he began to bleed out slowly. Looking up at his mate, he didn’t see a monster. He saw the man he loved. He saw Damian.

Come back… Sasha whispered, mouth filling with blood. Please. His vision blurred, and the last thing he saw was tearful blue eyes peering back at him.

Chapter 2

The veil of darkness gradually began to splinter, and thin tendrils of shadow dissolved around him. Sasha tilted his head towards the soft white-gold light with a soft groan. His eyelashes felt as though they were made of stone and were weighing his lids shut. Pain burned like a sharp lash against his skin, and his insides were chewed raw. Sasha opened his mouth, sticky and rancid lips cracked and chest expanding. Slow down, a voice said above, cold hands cradling his face. Take your time.

Damian? Sasha asked, voice thick as gravel.

I’m here.

Sasha blinked his eyes open, his mouth filled with cement. Damian’s handsome face was blurry before it finally focused into view. Sasha nearly reeled, his heart flying out of his chest, and he jerked violently. Damian startled, then backed away from the bed, chewing on his upper lip.

Fear gripped Sasha’s insides as he stared incredulously at his mate. Damian looked haggard. His five-o’clock shadow made his cheeks look chiseled while his hair flopped over his brow made his eyes more piercing. But that wasn’t what made him recoil.

One of Damian’s eyes was nearly clear, stunning like the ocean but at the same time unnatural, luminous. The other was black, pulsating veins spreading around the corners like crow’s feet. Damian smiled thinly, but it looked completely monstrous when he showed his pointy teeth.

That bad, eh?

Sasha’s stomach swooped; it plummeted so fast his head spun. Questions warred in his head, and he could barely formulate words as he tried to understand what had happened. There were runes on Damian’s chest where his shirt gaped, like bright crimson seared into his skin. Sasha inhaled slowly, licking his dry, cracked lips. Where are we?

A motel in the human realm.

How? Sasha asked, brow furrowed. Weren’t they just in the realm of Vemor? How did they leave the Lunar Dimension? What’s left of the Nebula fae?

I don’t remember… Damian said, but his eyes flickered down.

It seemed like a lie, but Sasha was too tired to pursue it. Moreno—

They got out safely, Damian assured him. They’re safe, but I won’t notify them where we are. It’s too dangerous.

Good. That’s good. But somehow it felt like everything was worse. Fuck. Damian sat on the Flame Throne, by accident. How the hell were they going to explain that? Most of the supernaturals already thought Damian was a bloodthirsty beast, and now that he had infinite power, they’d be gunning for his head. Sasha pinched the bridge of his nose, body slumping with exhaustion.

What the hell are we going to do? Sasha asked quietly.

I have an idea… Damian said slowly. We can disappear for a while…just go off the grid. Create new identities and figure out what to do next…then come back and fix it.

Sounds responsible, Sasha agreed. But what about your family?

Damian stared at the blanket, looking oddly young. They’re safer without me. Estella is already dead because of…it’s fine. I can’t ask them for anymore.

Sasha’s lips pressed into a hard line. The bond between them sparked, and he felt Damian’s turmoil right down to his soul. I’m sorry for your loss.

Damian shrugged like it was nothing. Like Estella wasn’t one of the most important people in his life. Apparently, she can be brought back from the dead so…I guess we’ll see how that goes.

Sasha balked at that, not sure whether to laugh or cry. Damian filled him in on everything that they learned prior to reaching the Lunar Dimension. Sasha listened, face darkening when it was revealed that their friends had turned into enemies. How could they stand a chance?

Their friends were shrinking by the day. As Damian talked, he didn’t blink. The normal rise and fall to his chest was absent. It was unsettling. Creepy.

Sasha regarded Damian, stomach churning with acid.

Damian left the Nebula fae city in Vemor and came back as something else. Darkness clung to Damian’s skin; like a leech, it sucked the marrow from his bones.

And Sasha had no clue how to stop it.

Chapter 3

The sun dipped below the horizon, Sasha’s stomach grumbled, and Damian figured it was time they get something to eat. He put on a pair of dark sunglasses to hide his eyes and told Sasha he would grab something for them. In the meantime, he could freshen up with a change of clothes Damian bought from the store.

The minute Damian left, Sasha crawled out of bed. Muscles were stiff and aching, but his natural wolf healing abilities were taking care of the minor wounds. It was the internal ones that made him double over in agony. The motel was small, the space narrow in the bathroom, and the flickering luminescent lights hurt his eyes, but Sasha stripped of his bloodied, tattered clothes and stepped into the hot shower.

Cobalt blue runes lit beneath his flesh, spreading like spidery vines. It seemed to go across his torso and chest, weaving down his arms and legs. This would be impossible to hide.

Fuck, Sasha cursed and then moaned when the hot water cascaded down his back. Warmth filled him, and he massaged his shoulder and neck as grime and blood swirled down the drain. The front door opened and closed. Damian rustled around in the other room, presumably setting up dinner for them.

Sasha’s stomach growled again, but he ignored it. The wound on his neck had fully healed, and he gently probed at the mating claim, fingering the mark. A rush of affection came over him, and his knees nearly folded when he felt Damian reciprocate.

Sasha? Damian knocked on the door. Everything alright?

Fine, Sasha responded, turning off the shower.

Hurry up. The food might get cold.

Alright. Sasha stepped out of the shower, then rifled through the clothes Damian bought for him. Sasha put on the t-shirt that fell just below his kneecaps, but when he looked for underwear or pants, he couldn’t find anything.

What the hell?

Why would Damian only go shopping for just a t-shirt? Did he expect Sasha to sleep half nude? The slow realization dawned on him, and heat flared across his face. That bastard. Really? Damian! Sasha shouted, hands braced against the countertop.

Yeah? Damian said frantically. Are you okay? Did you fall?

Where are my pants? Sasha seethed.

Damian chuckled through the door. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you warm.

You idiot! I need pants.

Since when? Damian demanded.

"Since always!"

Damian tsked. That’s not what I remember…you like to sleep like this. I know you too well. Relax. I want you to be comfortable.

Sasha’s face was on fire. Why does Damian remember these things? It’s not like he could refute it. The majority of the time Damian broke into his house, Sasha was only sleeping in a t-shirt. Sasha ripped open the bathroom door, scowling. There’d better be pants for tomorrow.

Damian laughed. Of course, baby. It’s just for tonight.

Whatever. Sasha shouldered past him, aware of how the light breeze made his body shiver. Damian set up a nice table of take-out food for them. Most of all, it had Sasha’s favorites, and they ate in companionable silence.

Sasha curled up on the bed, exhaustion nipping at his heels. Damian turned off all the lights, peeling off his shirt to expose a large expanse of solid muscle. Sasha’s hole fluttered, and his cock began to swell, but he was too tired to move. Damian nuzzled against him, the runes on their bodies lighting up the room. A noticeable bulge rubbed against Sasha’s backside, and his mouth parted as Damian’s lips pressed against his neck.

Damian, Sasha whispered. This wasn’t the time. They should sleep. Regroup. Map out a plan to evade the hordes of supernaturals coming for their heads, but Sasha’s traitorous body said otherwise.

He could still feel Antonio’s touch, hands moving against his skin like a hot iron. Sasha wanted to be rid of it. He wanted Damian.

I was so scared. Damian’s hot breath washed over Sasha’s face, making him tremble. I thought he would hurt you…then I realized, Damian growled low in his throat, that he wanted you. My own brother. The bastard had the audacity to put a claim mark on you. I’ll kill him for that. I’ll fucking gut him.

His eyes used to be a perfect spring sky, and his smile warmer than the gentle sun. Sasha’s heart tightened when he recalled it. Now everything was wrong. Distorted.

Damian’s aura changed, transforming into something dark and oppressive. Sasha could barely breathe. His lungs felt like they were being filled with tar. Damian pressed him down into the mattress, large hands rucking up the shirt, nearly shredding it with his talons.

You’re mine. You belong to me. I won’t let anyone have you, Sasha.

Alarm bells sounded off in his head at the touch, bright red and flashing. A sharp cackle left red lips, raw and unhinged. Damian’s eyes were completely black, lips coiling over sharp teeth. Sasha felt disturbed by it. This manic man switched so quickly from Damian to something else, something sinister.

Sasha’s skin erupted in goosebumps, every part of himself on edge as Damian brought their lips together in a near savage kiss. This was the first time they’d made love without the pretense of a stalker between them. No lies. No façade. It was messy and mismatched; teeth clashed, and lips pulled. His fingers weaved their way in through Damian’s brown locks, tugging, begging.

Damian. Come back, Sasha wanted to say, but the words were stolen from his lips. Where was his student? The guy that brought him cakes and coffee? Tears burned his eyes, hatred rooting in his heart. Antonio did this to them. He took away Damian’s light and forced him into this.

Damian licked into his mouth, turning Sasha onto his back to slot between his legs. Large hands cupped his neck. The scent of pine made Sasha’s head spin, and he fought to stay lucid, pleasure threatening to drag him under. Damian worked his shorts, fast and furious, too impatient to claim and mark. With a ruthless expression, he gripped his aching cock, angry and swollen, rubbing it around the rim of Sasha’s quivering hole.

It was wet. Sopping. Sasha’s back arched. He gripped Damian’s wide shoulder blades, ignoring the pain wracking through his body. No prep. Damian was too hot and hard, mouth pressed against his as he spread his thighs wider. Sasha’s skin glowed in the moonlight, smooth like a pearl.

Damian grunted, lining his cock up before working it inside. The stretch was breathtaking and enigmatic in nature. Sasha cried out, blunt fingernails digging into the meat of Damian’s shoulder. The mattress protested beneath them, screeching against the floorboards like the scream of a boiling kettle. Sasha’s lungs shriveled, the air around them oppressive and dark.

Damian moved to his neck and pressed his face there, gently nipping at his skin.

Don’t leave me. Ever. Promise. Swear it. He punctured each word with a violent thrust, making sure to hit that spot that made Sasha see stars. Damian jackhammered into him, an inhuman sound releasing from his throat.

Sasha whined, high and needy. The pace quickened, short sharp jabs, while the hands around his waist were crushing. Damian abused Sasha’s prostate over and over again until he was a writhing mess of over-sensitivity. A swarm of butterflies swirled in Sasha’s stomach, flying around and around; they descended in a raging storm, traveling the length of his cock till they spurted out in painted alabaster white. Spangled bright lights exploded before his eyelids, and Sasha fell, plunging off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy.

Damian flipped him onto his stomach, and Sasha barely had time to react before his hips were jerked up and Damian slammed back into him from behind.

The pace was brutal. Fierce.

Sasha barely had time to come down from his high before Damian was ramming into him again. Black fog gathered around them. Damian bit into his shoulder, moaning loudly as his cock began to hitch and swell, catching on the rim of Sasha’s hole.

Damian came with a jerk of his hips, body shivering as he clung to Sasha tightly. His knot inflated, stretching Sasha impossibly wider, pumping him with cum so fast and furious another orgasm was ripped out of him. Sasha came with a low cry, body slumping against the bed.

Damian chuckled deeply, pressing a kiss behind Sasha’s ear. They stayed like that for a while, connected, with a purr rumbling in their chests. Damian