Chapter 9

9

ALEXANDRE

" R emember that night in the library?" I ask him. Olivier is sitting in my lap, rolling his hips, panting heavily. A bead of sweat trickles down his blond hair that's messy from Edouard's petting. The air feels sinfully thick, as if our surroundings know exactly what we're doing out here.

As if they too, are watching. The inanimate trees, the stars and the sky.

They should. We are invincible, the crème de la crème of our society, the ones who rule, inside and outside castle walls.

We. Are. Privileged.

Damn right, we are.

"You looked serene that night, petit loup ." Olivier's eyes are large, his stare glassy from arousal and exertion as he watches me, penetrating my gaze as if in search. "What?" I ask, wanting to know what enigma he needs to unravel.

"I don't understand," he blurts inelegantly, flushing even more from the spilled words. "I mean—" he shifts on my lap, bites on a groan when the angle pleases him, and after giving him a subtle nod, Edouard leans in from behind my chosen one to untie his hands. The moment they are freed, they fly up to my shoulders, squeezing and gripping firmly in his search for more leverage. Holding on, Olivier leans in ever so slightly, moaning when Edouard brushes his hands back to his waist and rocks him onto my cock, murmuring words of praise.

Edouard has the reputation for being a man whore. But who would have thought that my timid librarian would be into kink?

Squeezing the plump skin of his ass cheeks with my digits, I pull him closer to my face, cherishing the way his lashes flutter when my other hand caresses his slit. Wet and hot. Aching for me. "You're sweet, Olivier. Graceful," I muse. My tongue darts out, licking the curved path of his lips. He gasps and they part for me, a ragged breath whooshing past. "You're dreamy, and intelligent. Creative. Hungry for knowledge." My tongue sweeps inside his mouth, where I give his wet warmth a few solid swipes before I pull back. "I love how you walk alone , yet you don't seem lonely. Are you?"

With a nod of my head, I allow Edouard to press a kiss onto Olivier's exposed shoulder. He shudders at the touch. "Am I what?" He asks.

"Lonely?" My fingers curl around his shaft and I give him a few lazy pumps. He cants his hips, needing more friction. Friction that I won't give him. Not yet.

Around us, red cloaks are dotted all over the forest ground, pleasing our brothers with their mouths, cocks or holes. Moans, husky and low, raspy and soft as lace from our female prostitutes, fill the air. These sex workers are experienced with the brotherhood and have signed a special NDA for both our soirées.

"Not really," Olivier says.

I punish his lie with a halt of my strokes and he bristles, rocking forward, only to be pulled back by Edouard. " Menteur ."

"I'm not lying," he flares, but something in his eyes flicker knowingly, matching our expressions.

"Why are you always alone anyway?" I press, needing him to say the words. Needing him to understand who brought him into this position.

Olivier doesn't speak for a while, and we just stare at each other as we rock along to the rhythm of the piano and the gong, the sounds of pleasure around us, pupils blown, lips parted. My cock is hugged tightly by his sensational grip, hot and solid, clenching and unclenching as if he wishes me to come closer, only to try and chase me away. As if that's going to happen.

"Students ignore me," he finally admits. He gives me a lethargic shrug of his shoulder, like he doesn't care. Yeah, he really is a bad liar.

Behind him, Edouard leans in and brushes his lips past his ears on his way to meet mine. "And why's that?" He doesn't touch me, just smirks, before pulling back to a safe distance. I am open-minded when it comes to sharing passion, but when it comes to my chosen one, Olivier and I will first need to talk things through. Besides, Edouard has his hands full with conquering the one he calls his chosen one.

The poor guy won't even see it coming until it's too late.

"I don't know," Olivier lets out. For a brief second the mask of indifference slips off his face, revealing a slither of hurt and true loneliness. He grinds his jaw and it's gone. "I suppose you don't have anything to do with it?"

"I most certainly do," I confirm proudly, making Edouard snigger. Making Olivier's eyes widen at my blunt confession.

"What?" He splutters. "I just made a joke."

"But I didn't." I puff up my chest and tighten my fist around his cock. "Fuck in here, beautiful, while I explain."

Olivier moans, eyes fluttering as he keeps my gaze, glaring between trembling lashes, but hips already rolling. Around us, Elder Jacques gathers the other brothers for our rhyme, the moment we praise our values, created by our ancestors but still a backbone to our fraternity.

" Loyalty ," they chant, and fuck me, does the familiar choral feel regal right now, while I hold my chosen one closely in my arms, as he rides my dick while fucking my fist.

"When the Elders announced the Wicked Chase, I knew I wanted to participate. A hunt in the woods at night time? Oui . My kind of thing."

"Respect," they sing. Elder Jacques booms his cane into the soil with a dim thump. Two red cloaks are kneeling at his feet, busying themselves with his hunger.

"I'd seen you twice before in the library. You were like a beacon of light, petit loup . Fierce, yet timid, strong, yet hesitant. I knew then that I wanted you."

" Tradition ." The gong is raised, the piano increases its volume, notes become more staccato as it takes us further into its crescendo. Knowing that they're all here, my blood brothers who have come from afar, my cousin Ma?l and his Thurel, make tonight true perfection. Mystical and raw, hot and persistent, because I'm nothing if not a goal-driven fucker and this is what I want… this . Olivier in my arms, where he belongs, looking into my eyes in search of the truth.

"I realized that despite having it all, I wanted more," I cite. "Something else. Someone else. It's a little lonely in the desert ? —"

He doesn't hesitate, finishing the rest of that famous phrase from le Petit Prince. "It's lonely when you're among people, too."

"It won't be for you, little wolf," I promise. Once he's been accepted by the brotherhood, I'll introduce him to Régis and Thurel, I think they'll get on just fine.

"On est un peu seul dans le désert. On est seul aussi chez les hommes, dit le serpent."

His voice is ragged, chest heaving, his nails digging in my shoulder. He's close, but I'm a master at edging and won't let him come. Not yet. First he needs to understand the true meaning of my words.

"I wanted you for myself, Olivier. A strange idea, because I'd never wanted someone longer than a single night." I chuckle when he snorts, because his disdain still sounds frantic. Such a beautiful sound. "I wanted you at my mercy, time and time again. Perhaps I thought that this sudden infatuation would slip away, together with your presence as you'd flee from me." I tighten my grip around his cock, creating the perfect cock ring and he hisses, hips bucking as he lets out the tiniest of mewls. "But you didn't."

"Sacrifice ."

"I wanted you even more, beautiful." Around us, Elder Jacques leads our brothers to move around us as we all prepare for our final ritual. With a fleeting kiss on Olivier's head, Edouard pulls back to join the others, his golden mask regal as he joins Silver Mask, Copper Mask and the other brothers. They start circling us, their chant melting into the increasing darkness of the piano's play.

"I wanted to catch the apprehension in your pretty eyes, wanted to chase you through the night on my horse, smell your fear as I hurt you with my bola , the hunting instrument I got from my granddad in Argentina that I love so much, hunt you down like the finest of prey, drag you from the shadows in agony?—"

"Stop," Olivier begs. He's panting wildly, eyes large in the flickering night, lips trembling. "Please." His fingers trace mine, still securely wrapped around his girth. "Please. I need?—"

My own pulse throbs at the realization of what he's asking. I'm confiding my darkest desire, telling him how I want to hurt and terrify him, and he wants to come?

Fucking priceless.

" Oui , I know what you need." Leaning in, I brush my lips against his. "I wanted to soothe your pain with the touch of my mouth. Of my fingertips. Of my hands, and cock. Take you to pieces, understand how you are made and what makes you tick, only to put you back together, assembling every single detail in the right order. And you know what?" My thumb brushes past his slick slit and Olivier opens his mouth and lets out a strangled cry. His legs start shaking.

"The more that thought settled, the more I wanted it. And the more I wanted it, the more I craved it. Needed it. You . I wanted every single piece of you. But you weren't ready, were you, petit loup ? "

Olivier shakes his head wildly, pleas bubbling free from his mouth while he picks up speed again, riding my dick like there's no tomorrow. His blond hair falls back as he tilts his gaze, gazing up at the stars. Fuck, he is everything.

"But now you are, beautiful. And now you are mine." My own cock pulses at the sound of those words. They are addictive, and I hear myself repeat them again and again in my hazy mind. My hand works his cock ruthlessly, swiping up precum from his crown, only to use it as lube as I make my way down, fondle his balls, up, then resume the movement, until I feel him falling apart on my cock.

"Come for me now, little wolf," I purr. His head lolls back to his chest and from under his lashes he peers up at me with an opaque stare, driven by lust. His nostrils flare, and my toes curl when he lets out an unhinged shout. Pleasure engulfs us until there's only me and him, the woods and mystery. And we let go, flying to the moon, and back.