Chapter 5

5

ALEXANDRE

F uck…

Like this, crawling through the pitch-dark forest in an attempt to get away from me, Olivier is absolutely delectable. Fucking delicious. His pants pull tight around his thighs and perky ass, and despite the lack of light out here, my eyes perfectly catch sight of the things that matter to me. The way he winces when he checks over his shoulder and sees me stalking behind him, following him. I could easily lunge forward and grab him by his ankles, and drag him over the forest ground and back to me.

Hmm. Now that's an interesting thought. My dick definitely likes that. But nu-huh, we've got to wait just a little more. Building up the anticipation, and all that. Having fun . And boy, do my brothers and I like to have fun.

I ran out of stones, my last one bringing Olivier to his knees.

Though he taught me well, my grandfather would be surprised to see the kind of prey I'm about to bring home from this hunt. The kind of prey that has messy blond hair and jade-colored eyes. Pointy ears like an elf, and a long and slender neck. Perfect for leather and restraints, for submission . Olivier would look perfect naked, with a bit of eye-liner and all that creamy skin on full display.

I slide my phone out of the large pocket of my cloak. Nearly half past one. There's a message from Elder Jacques, confirming that all other participants have been eliminated and that our brothers are gathering at tonight's spot for the Initiations. I gaze back at where Olivier is still crawling, unwilling to face his defeat. Truly, he is crawling toward his victory, but I doubt that he's ready to see it like that yet. Pulling the ends of my leather strip tight, I wrap one side around my right hand and use the rest to swing it around, enjoying the light and wooshy sound it makes. It's the perfect whip for the perfect candidate.

Olivier turns once again over his shoulder, eyes widening behind the dark lace of his mask when he sees me. Or rather, when he sees my self-made lash. Part of me expects him to crumble and surrender. Part of me expects him to beg right then and there that he wants to give up the chase. What I don't expect is for him to get back onto his feet—though admittedly, it's a wobbly sight—and run away from me yet again.

" Putain de merde ," I hiss, feeling both annoyed and thrilled for the renewed chase. "Really?" I throw at his back. He ignores me, of course, though I swear I can feel him straightening his shoulders. The feisty fucker.

Feisty and stupid, because he doesn't stand a chance against me and he knows it. Still it feels good.

I pretend to attack with my leather strap, swinging it between us so he can hear the swishing sound of the material hitting air and nothing else, and I grin when I see him flinch. Despite that, he continues to run deeper and deeper into the forest. He's getting closer to our meeting point, though he doesn't know that. Not yet. But when we cross the final trail toward the Atrium, I'm afraid that our little chase will have come to an end. I want to catch him alone and explain what's about to happen, before anyone else does.

No, I don't want any snoopers for this next part. Our first part together. That's between Olivier and I, and we're going to enjoy every single second. And that's a promise.

Lunging forward, I grab him by his waist, pushing my weight against his back, ready to make a plunge down and hit the ground. But…

"Oh, no!" He hisses savagely and his nails dig in the skin of my hands. Fuck me, he's scratching me like the little wolf he is, and it fucking hurts. "I'm not a complete pushover, you know." He's seething, digging and clawing in an attempt to break free from my hold. When he tries to go for the leather strap, I let out a frustrated growl.

"That's mine." Pulling my left hand free, I use my fingers to connect with the material as well, circling it around his slender waist to form a tight belt. That catches Olivier off balance, literally. He stumbles, rescinding his carving nails in an attempt to create more distance between our glued bodies.

Uh uh. That's not going to happen. What is going to happen, however, is that I will bring him down onto his knees so I can have my way with him. And then, later on, when he understands the situation he's in, I'll have my way with him again. And again, and again, and…

Eternity doesn't sound long enough when I know I may spend it with my unhinged, little wolf. Yeah, I want to see more of that side of him. The wild, the uncontrolled.

Together we topple forward and onto the ground with a pained grunt.

"I never said you were a pushover," I grunt, then sit back on my haunches to leave some space between us, making sure that my thighs securely straddle his plump, firm ass. Yeah, I'm going to enjoy every centimeter of that in a minute. Though I've got a feeling he might need some encouragement before we get to that part.

Thankfully I've got good negotiation skills. At least, I'd like to think so. I'm good at making people feel comfortable.

"Are you alright?" I ask him.

"Just…give me a second." He sounds out of breath. Pained. But then, I did hit him pretty spot on with my balls. Fuckk… my dick likes that idea. Sliding the leather strap carefully from my hand, I pull it tight by the ends, then look around me. The rope's about two meters long. I could easily tie his elegant neck to one of the trees. Or his feet. Hmm.

Beneath me, Olivier appears to be feeling better, because he starts wriggling in an attempt to free himself.

" Arrêt ," I chime, rolling my hips against his to make my statement. My clothed cock rubs against his ass, causing a sizzle of excitement in the pit of my stomach. "I can't think when you're trying to get away."

He snorts, but his voice sounds gruff. "Think? About what?"

I eye the nearest tree, then look back at the rope. "Whether I want to tie you up by your neck or by your feet. Do you have a preference?" My hand gives one of his ass cheeks a little squeeze. As firm as I'd hoped. Fuck, I'm already salivating and we're not even there yet.

Olivier freezes. "This is just a game for you, isn't it?" He spews. His words make me frown, and I look at the mop of wild, blond hair as it covers his ears and parts of his cheeks. Such a beautiful contrast to the black silk that covers his upper face, though I'm surprised that the board didn't tell him to cut it. They're strict on rules like that. No golden teeth allowed either, though Edouard must have slipped a nice note to keep his in his big mouth.

I'm happy though. I love Oliviers' wild strands. Apparently they represent that wildness in his soul a lot more closely than I'd anticipated. And… I like it.

"Well…yes. It's called the Wicked Chase for a reason." I lean forward and pull those light golden locks aside to brush my lips against his flushed skin. His exposed cheek feels warm and makes my cock thicken against his thigh.

Olivier exhales heavily, flaring his nostrils. From this close, I can finally catch his expression. Jade irises glare at me. "You think that everyone will just bow for you, don't you?" He snarls.

My frown deepens, genuinely taken aback by the sudden change of subject. "What are you talking about?"

He huffs. "As if you don't know. Elite of the elite, right? You guys believe that everyone will obey everything you say."

It sounds bitter, and very confusing. "How did we end up here?" I think out loud. "I was asking your preference about the restraints. I can choose myself if you don't want to answer me."

"Listen to yourself!" He lets out. "You think that every single person will just drop at your feet."

"But I don't care about every single person." I snap the sling, then lace it under his nape as I sit further back and wrap my legs around his spread legs, making us face each other entirely and giving him space. "I only care about one." Using the leather to pull him up, I curve his upper body upwards until he reaches my chest, not quite flush, but close enough. Languidly sweeping off the hood from my head, I free my blond hair, then wrap the leather strap behind my own neck and tie it up in a tight knot to keep our necks together. When I am certain that we are attached, I lean in, my mouth finding his earshell and my fingers dipping behind his ear to where the ends of his silk mask are knotted together. " You ."

Teasing the material, I can only imagine the mask sliding off, revealing his handsome face. Those green eyes, large and innocent, that elegant button nose, small and straight, and his pale skin and diamond shaped face filled with freckles. No. I won't take off his mask. Not yet.

Olivier shivers but doesn't stop me from trailing a hand down and to our groins. Like me, he's hard, just like I hoped he'd be. "Tell me something, petit loup , did you let your ex-boyfriend fuck you?"

He inhales a sharp breath, then jerks his head in a nod. Tracing the shape of his erection with slow circles, I let out a satisfying hum. "And did you ever claim his ass?"

His cock throbs behind its restraints, hardening even further under my slow perusal.

"I—" He clears his throat, then takes in another big gulp of air. One of his hands snakes up to touch the leather sling that's wrapped around his nape, and when he licks his lips I can't help but wonder why. Is it fear? Maybe. His shoulders are hunched and his behaviour, skittish. Is it arousal? He is hard, his pupils blown. "I didn't really want that," he finally mutters, avoiding my gaze. It's bashfulness, I realize. His delicious hesitance. "I sometimes pleasured him with my mouth or something, but I wasn't really into it." His voice is softer now, having lost his earlier bravado.

All he needed was a good chase, followed by being tied up, to give into the moment. The thought makes me inwardly purr.

"You weren't really into it?" I echo, wanting him to give me more. My fingers crawl further down to catch a flitting feel of his balls before I let them slide back up. It's enough for Olivier's hips to buck forward and he lets out a soft mewl that has my own dick weeping with desire. "Into what?" I insist.

"Into this ." It sounds like an accusation, the words followed by another uncontrolled roll of his hips that has me salivating. "I'm not much into this."

Dipping my head forward until our foreheads touch, I catch his eye. A glassy stare has overtaken the earlier glare, one that shows his confusion and vulnerability. It flickers like jewels, and pulls at a string in my chest. Putain , he is sweet.

"Don't worry. When you're mine, I'll teach you all about pleasure," I promise him.

"Yours?" He frowns, eyes turning wide when he catches the moment my mouth dips towards his. "I think?—"

"Sshh." I brush my lips against his, and for the first time tonight, he obeys. "And don't think for once. Just feel." Putting a little more pressure behind our touch, I press a kiss onto his lips, and another one. His mouth is pliant, and soft, its shape made to accommodate mine. His bottom lip carries a slight pout that begs to be nipped at and toyed with. Not right now though. This is all about showing him my intentions. About delivering a promise.

Olivier lets out a sigh, and I use the subtle invitation to slip my tongue inside his mouth, nudging him to open wider for better reach. He does, once more obeying, much to my pleasure, and while I revel in his snug warmth, my fingers play with the buttons of his pants. They pop, followed by the unzipping of the rest. My fingers creep over his waistband, slipping inside. And then I have free reign.

"Alexandre," Olivier gasps, and my dick pulses with heat. Fuck, how I love the way my name rolls off his tongue. He's too late though, because my fingers are already inside his pants. And they are welcomed by the heat and wetness of his eager cock.

"Hmm," I hum. "You feel good, beautiful. Hot and hard, and leaking for me." Capturing his mouth once more with mine, I swipe my tongue home with one firm lick as my hands works his dick. Olivier lets out a moan, throaty and unhinged, and he whispers words that I swallow altogether with his desire.

"What was that?" I ask, pulling back just a little to gaze at him. His pupils are blown, and he carries a rosy color on his cheeks that suit him well.

"Nothing," he rushes to answer.

"Come on, you can tell me."

"No."

"Come onnn." Am I pouting? Fuck yeah, I am. But I won't tolerate any secrets from my chosen one.

Olivier lets out a laugh, followed by another moan when I pull his cock completely out of his briefs and into the open, swiping my thumb over his wet slit. Sliding my fingers, slippery with pre-cum, down his shaft, and he bucks his hips once more, his body shuddering.

" Désolé, I haven't been touched in a while," he admits. "If you continue like this—" He lets out a long wail, followed by another roll of his hips, "I might just come."

Grabbing his shoulder to pull him in close, I make sure to gather the next bead of pre-cum from his slit, then curl my fingers around his shaft and into a tight ring. "Fuck into my hand, petit loup . Show me what makes you feel good."

"No—I—" he argues, but his hips are already pumping, back and forth, back and forth, right into my hand. He cuts himself off with another moan, and I love him for being so vocal. I love an expressive bed partner and I'm thrilled that my chosen one is loud.

My chosen one.

"Oh, god," he whines, and then his own hand slides down his torso and down to his own dick. Fuck me, that's hot. He caresses my ringed fingers around his shaft while he gyrates his hips, faster and faster. A glossy, green stare watches me through hooded eyes as he bites his lip and rolls his hips.

My little wolf.

"Are you going to come for me, beautiful?"

"What about you?" He breathes, his voice a raspy whisper.

"You want me to take my cock out?" I ask, and Olivier nods on a moan. Opening my black cloak, I pull the sides of my boxer briefs down and my cock plops out, hard and desperate, the tip wet and flush as it bounces against my stomach. It's wide and rigid, with a vein that has now popped up and is clearly visible. Olivier traces it with a long, slender finger, making me shudder.

"Touch yourself," he whispers, and rolls back into my hand. " S'il te plait. "

S'il te plait.

Fuck me, I might come before we get to that part.

"Anything for you," I murmur, then wrap my free hand around my cock and start to stroke. Olivier gasps and shivers, his eyes once more on mine. A glassy stare, parted lips, nostrils flared.

" T'es beau ."

Beautiful. Beautiful. I don't even know who utters the words, or if it's just a whisper through the woods, but it's enough to make my chest clench and my balls draw tight.

"I'm going to come," Olivier pants. His body shivers, and his gyrating hips stutter and falter before the features on his face erupt into one of sheer pleasure. His mouth shapes in an "o" and he moans, the sound, in combination with my working hand, makes my toes curl in ecstasy, then morphs into an explosion as I too, reach my orgasm. One that is mind-blowing in its strength, since it completely sweeps me off my feet. I collapse against him and like a house of cards we collapse onto the ground, Olivier' back hitting the forest soil, where we stay, a panting mess, my hands firmly wrapped around his shoulders as I pull him close.