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“Take my hand,” Olivier says. “I’ll guide you.”
Cold sweat covers the my forehead and cheeks, the skin plastered against black velvet. “What if I want the kitten?” I ask. He smiles, but it’s Edouard who answers.
“I’ll buy you all the fucking kittens in the world.”
I ignore him. “What’s your name?”
“Olivier. Maybe you’ve seen me before? I work in the library.”
“And you are also…” I can’t say the word. The knife itches in my palm.
“A brother? Your brother? I hope so.” I let him take my hand and lead me further inside the room. The one named Elder Jacques and two identically cloaked men have taken their position on what appears to be a self-made altar. Right in front of the sex swing. It’s not swinging now, but its lush, soft leather calls out to me, those golden cuffs, so brilliant, so expensive, so Edouard, fill my stomach with flutters. It makes me hard just to look at them and to hear the whisper of their promise as the room quietens around me. I swallow hard. Around me, cloaked brothers are coming forward, peering right at me through the empty eyes of their masks, and they know me…I realize…but I don’t know them.
I can’t do this, I want to scream. Because they will know. They will all know how depraved I am.
“Romain.” His warm hand lands on my head, on where my messy, dark strands now feel drenched with perspiration. His tips sear through my flesh, making every nerve ending aware of Edouard’s presence. We are no teenagers anymore, but he still has that same effect on me. When I turn, I’m surprised to see that he has removed his cloak and stands behind me in nothing but a black tank top, that emphasizes his toned, developed build and a pair of boxer briefs. “Sit down, please.” He pushes me down onto the seat and I nearly fall off because the material is featherlight and starts swinging immediately. We look at each other, and a giggle escapes my mouth, I can’t help it. Edouard rolls his eyes, making me laugh even louder.
“Romain…” Elder Jacques barks. I look up at the altar, to where he stands, flanked by the two other strangers, who are staring me down. “Welcome to the Alpha Fraternarii. I see you accepted the claiming?—”
My eyes widen. “I haven’t decided?—”
“Let’s begin the Initiations.” The cane pounds on wooden flooring, effectively shutting me up as I eye how the string of red cloaks starts walking into the crowd, where they get scooped up one by one by cloaked brothers. I guess this is really beginning. But…
The kitten. I want the kitten.
Oh, fuck. My hand clenches so tight around the knife that it tears open skin. I want to be the kitten. I want it so badly that it hurts.
“What are you doing, hurting yourself?” Edouard surprises me by straddling my thighs, and the drop of weight causes the leather seat to stop swinging. He clicks his tongue when he sees the blood in my hand. “You’ve been running around with that knife the entire night, and for what, mon chat?” He swipes up the blood from my palm and brings it to my lips. We stare at it, our bubble of silence thickening with arousal and anticipation. “Lick it up, kitten. You know you want it.”
My stomach explodes with butterflies, and my shoulders deflate. My lips part and he slides his finger in, only to slowly swirl it inside my mouth, making my tongue dart around it, licking and sucking the metal explosion of my own blood. Lifting his free hand, he scratches my head, making me groan in pleasure.
“You’re good, Romain. You’ve always been good.” He keeps his finger inside my mouth, his other hand tangled in my hair. Someone takes hold of my wrist, but I don’t have the energy anymore to fight. I feel tired. Exhausted even. Tonight is a lot. This room, these people, being united with Edouard. Stretching backwards, I allow the stranger to restrain my other wrist and suddenly I am laying horizontal, gazing at the sublime example of Victorian architecture.
When Edouard takes out his finger and moves off of me, I panic. My head is spinning and my body spasms as I realize that have now cuffed both my hands, rendering the earlier protection of the knife useless.
“Hey.” Edouard returns, his own golden knife glistening between his long digits. His smirk is dangerous, the hunger in his gaze undeniable. “Sshh, it’s all good, I’m here.” I recognize the guy named Alexandre as the one grabbing my ankle, and in a fit of panic I kick out my foot, hitting him in the chest. While he growls in pain, Olivier giggles, then winks at me. I smile back, but that transforms into a grimace when I realize that he has taken hold of my ankle and closes the cuff around it. Tight. “There.” Olivier sends me a flying kiss, then goes for my other foot. Before I can defend myself, Edouard has taken over, squeezing my calf until I’m a yelping, powerless mess.
“Now, let’s continue what we started before. I wouldn’t move if I were you.” He wiggles his brows at me, then traces the tip of the knife on the waistband of my school pants and starts sliding down toward my knee, then further, to my foot. The material rips immediately, no match for the sharp intrusion. He shreds the other side as well, until I am left a shuddering, panting mess. I’m naked once more, and as if he wants to make a statement, Edouard rips every remaining strip of fabric from my overheated skin.
“Bien.” He pulls on two of the ropes and my legs fold in two, ankles moving up until I’m left swinging with my ass at full display, legs in the air. Edouard nestles in between and rubs my thighs with those long, ringed digits, humming as he lets them slide further up. My dick throbs with need and I try my best to swallow the moans that threaten to spill past my throat. It’s a lost cause. I’m so hungry for him. So desperate.
“You fought so hard,” Edouard traces a finger over my weeping dick and I shiver. “You tried so hard to stay away from me. To show me you don’t need me. But it’s not working, is it, mon chat?” He lowers his fingers to crawl over my heavy balls, fondling them while his gaze burns mine. This time I can’t stop the mewl that leaves my mouth. It comes out high and desperate, and it makes Edouard’s lips tick up. “I know, amour. And I’ll give it all to you. But I need to hear you say it. Tell everyone out here how you are mine, and mine only.” His hands glide down and squeeze my cheeks apart, coaxing his dick inside my gaping hole. We stare at each other, and then Edouard leans in until our noses bump, our breaths intermingle. Sweet. So sweet. We inhale the present and exhale our mutual recollections, our lived life filled with power play and desire. And then he moans. And nods. Slowly claiming my ass once more, he pinches my cheek and flashes his teeth. I can’t help but stare at his golden tooth. The tooth he had made from the same gold as my leash. “Toi.” My voice is soft, but clear, as I wonder. “Would you ever have given up on me?”
He smiles too, and shakes his head. “Absolutely not. Never. I’ve wanted you from the moment you stood in our house.” His hips roll forward, and the swing ripples, dangling back and forth in his grip with my helpless, frantic body on it. “You look so beautiful like this. Wrists and ankles wrapped in gold, you look like you were made to submit to my every whim. And before this night is over, I will give you everything you want.”
“...everything I want?” I moan once at the sight of his heavily ringed fingers digging into my flesh as he keeps on pounding inside me, flooding my entire core with molten desire. He feels so good. “And what is it that you want?”
He smiles crookedly. “So typically Romain to be more worried about what I want.” He licks his shiny tooth, watching me when he spits on my throbbing cock. My breath hitches. His hand reaches for my dick and he starts working it, spreading his spit onto my shaft and up, to where it intermingles with my precum. I jerk when he slides his index finger over my wet slit, moaning thickly. “I wanted to own you,” he rumbles, our eyes still locked. “I wanted to mark every single centimeter of your flesh and bones, of your thoughts and dreams. Lock you away and keep you for myself and myself alone.” He chuckles darkly. “Be the greedy, demanding boyfriend you need, amour. Fuck, baby bird, I have missed our chats. Missed hearing you tell me about the planets and about your stars and shapes and how you dream to reach them with your own fingertips.”
The memory makes my cheeks flush in embarrassment and I drop my gaze. “That was stupid, I was young.”
His fingers leave my aching dick to reach for my chin and lips, tearing my gaze back while he slips two fingers inside my mouth. I moan, unable to resist him, and lick them clean, tasting myself. “You were given nothing in life, Romain. Your dreams were the only thing you had. Now you can have it all. The Alpha Fraternarii, to secure your future, and me, to warm your heart and bed?—”
“The kitten?” I smile sheepishly.
“You have to choose,” one of those assholes mutters viciously.
Edouard turns over his shoulder and growls. “The fuck he has to choose. If he wants the kitten, he’ll have the kitten.” He looks back at me with another roll of his hips. His hand is back on my cock as he holds the sling still. He gasps. “What about the other kitten, petit amour? The one who licked your dick so sweetly when I was fucking you?”
