Chapter 6

6

THUREL

M a?l drapes himself on the blanket onto his back, and with his hold firmly on the collar, lowers me onto his cloaked frame.

"There's no way that you can be for real now," I bark. Nothing like what I felt before can compare with my current trembles. I can't believe we're here. Never thought that someone might actually want to be with me.

My head is spinning. I have so many questions, about him, about the brotherhood, about his intentions. I need my brain to rebel, to fight this very moment, because my body feels too hot and bothered.

I can't believe it's finally happening. Arousal floods thickly through my veins and I have never been this turned on before.

Still, I need to stay focused on what matters. The game. The other participants.

The winner.

I am the winner, right?

"Tell me more about the brotherhood," I demand, my voice treacherously hoarse when I slowly give in to Ma?l's motioning gesture. "You said it was founded after the French Revolution? What kind of activities do you do? You f-fuck each other, but do you also operate like a—a normal frat house?"

He huffs out a snort as he spreads my legs, motioning for me to straddle his thighs. Once he has my eyes on his, he licks his lips slowly, visibly contemplating my question. The gesture makes me shiver. "Not really, ange . Being part of the Alpha Fraternarii comes from our heritage," he says, his posture collected as if manhandling another person, another collared person, is the most normal thing in the world. My palms land on either side of his shoulder, bringing our faces close together. I take in another hit of coffee from his breath. Normally, this position would put me at an advantage, but with the leash loosely in one of his hands, there's no mistake who's in control here. His eyes are on mine, and I can feel his erection straining against the crease between my ass cheeks. It makes my own dick throb and beg, and he knows he's got me desperate, already, because he flicks out his fingers and caresses my hardened flesh through the merciless stiffness of my pants. I stifle a groan.

"Participation is upon invitation only," Ma?l hums as he continues to pet my dick. "Our fathers, who are members, pass on membership to us. It has been like that for centuries. But recently, we've wanted to change things a bit. Perhaps you've noticed how the school board is trying to modernize things? Well, we're following their direction. Times are changing, you know?" His blue irises flicker with mischief. "And we got hungry." Dipping his hand inside my pants, his fingers crawl straight under my briefs and curl around my shaft, slowly stroking up until he reaches my wet slit. His gaze is fixed on mine, and when I let out a choked hiss, he grins. "You're so wet for me, mon ange . Did you like being chased in the woods?"

I shake my head, but my body jerks when he uses his other hand to roll my pants down. Exposing my naked cock, we both look down at it, both watch how he collects the bead of pre-cum from the tip with his thumb before lifting it to my mouth.

" Ouvre ta bouche, " he drawls. I swallow, searching for the courage to stop this madness, but my strength crumbles. My body is shaking with arousal. Sprawled out above him, I shake my head, then choke in defeat, right before I obey, opening my mouth for him. "Good boy," he mutters, pressing his digit inside. My eyes flutter. "Now, lick it clean." I expect to feel humiliated, but instead a quiet thrum settles in my mind, and I relax into it, surrendering myself to this desire. My tongue swirls around his finger and I moan as my taste buds capture my own salty flavor. I've never tasted myself, but watching him staring at my mouth with animalistic intention, makes my limbs shiver with want. Ma?l hums his approval, then takes his time chasing my tongue with his digit, before pulling it back and over my lips, smearing spit over my mouth before he drags it down to my thumping neck. My abs clench when he traces his fingertips over my shirt and down to my exposed, hard length.

"Why me?" The question leaves my mouth in a shaky tone. Ma?l smiles as he continues to tease my slit, that's once more leaking with pre-cum.

"Take off your mask," he rasps.

"Wh-what? We're not supposed to?—"

"Take it off, ange . You know you've already won."

"What happened to the others?"

He grins wickedly. "I'll make you a deal, if you take off your mask. I'll tell you everything you need to know."

Carefully leaning back on my knees, I reach out for the silk that's draped on my face with trembling hands. Suddenly I fear that he might be wrong. What if I'm not the guy he thought I would be? What if my average self disappoints him?

Ma?l pulls on the collar. " Allez ."

I try to huff, but the sound falls flat against the buzzing in my ears. My fingers trail at the ribbon tied at the back of my head, and I slowly start to untie the knot. Inhaling sharply, I linger a fraction before I let go. The mask flutters from my face and onto the hand he still uses to work my cock. He casually flicks it away, his eyes too busy roaming every centimeter of my face. He's taking me in, from my wide, hazelnut eyes to the slight curve in my dark eyebrows, down to my nose—too long for my liking— and my trembling mouth. My cheeks are flushed, with sweat beading on my forehead because of the tension. His hooded gaze takes in everything, lips pinched and…thoughtful?

"Maybe I'm not who you thought I was," I mumble, voicing my insecurity as I blindly search for the silken mask, and I try to get off of him in a futile attempt to escape this nearing disaster.

Ma?l clacks his tongue and pulls me back onto his crotch, where his thickened shaft collides with my ass again. I take in a quivering breath.

"I know exactly who you are," he finally says. "What you are. You are beautiful, ange . You're the one I chose."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He tsks, laughing away my genuine surprise. "When the Elders agreed that we could feast our hunger on new joiners, we were asked to choose someone of our liking."

"Of your liking?" I parrot. "You could choose freely?"

"Hmm. But all profiles were checked first."

"Checked?"

Ma?l grins. "Of course, angel. Your background, your family, your fortune." Shaking my head, I feel my shoulders deflate. So he has the wrong person after all. "You're fine, Thurel. Money-wise not the most sensible choice, as the Elder told me—" he snickers at that, making me wonder again if he's just messing with me— "But choosing you was easy."

"Because you'd seen me before at football practice and in the canteen." I add on a grimace. Ma?l nods, then swipes another pearl of pre-cum from my slit, bringing it to his parted lips. His tongue darts out, and he makes a show of licking my fluid off his digit. My breath catches. His hooded gaze finds mine, and he grins. "Hmm, you taste good, sweet Thurel."

My cheeks boil at the sight and I turn away, inhaling sharply, needing a minute to collect my meandering thoughts. Then I look back at him, to where he's still watching me. Always watching me. "N—now what?" I croak.

"I already told you. Now I get to fuck you, my pet," Ma?l tugs on the leash. "And then I'll haul you back to where our brothers are waiting, show my trophy and claim your ass again for the entire brotherhood to see."

"No, I mean—" My face flushes at the bewildering thought, though this time I'm pretty sure he's playing me. That doesn't stop my cock from eagerly bouncing in Ma?l's skillful grip. Apparently I'm more interested than I ever gave myself credit for. "That's how this works? You chose me as the person you wanted to chase, then the background check was clear and now you've ended up with me? You claim to have met me, but I don't know who you are, apart from your reputation."

"Ah, you want to see who will fuck you? Want to see my face?" Ma?l purrs, letting go of my cock to lift both hands toward his face.

"No—" I rush, making them linger in the air as he raises a surprised brow.

"No?"

"No," I gesture wildly, cheeks on fire. "I mean, I do, I guess, but—" Ma?l's hands slide behind his head. "Stop!" I let out, alarmed. "I—I?—"

I'm anxious to see your face.

I've never had sex before.

My memory scrambles to remember that group of popular guys, the ones who always hang out in the same spot in the canteen. I mean, there are the Deveraux twins, their scary cousin and a bunch of friends. But which one of them is Ma?l?

" Stop ?" Humour laces his voice. "Ah, you want me to fuck you like this, masked? Hmm, kinky." He rolls his hips obscenely against my ass, grating his dick against my crack, and I let out a moan, unable to swallow it in time. He hums at that, then does it again, rolling and grinding against my ass while his hand drops to cup my balls. They fit perfectly in his palm, snug and heavy and tingling, and I whimper, fisting his cloaked chest. Not pushing him away, but not quite pulling him in either. I don't know what I want. Seeing his face will take this to another level, one that I logically know I shouldn't try to reach.

I'll know who Ma?l is. And every time I will see him at school, it will be a reminder of what we did here, in the woods, at night. Of how he chased me through the bushes, swinging his rope. Of how he collared me, kissed me, made me crawl around like a pet. Of how he fucked me?

My cock throbs at the thought. Will it hurt? Will he be gentle?

No. You've got to stop this.

But I can't. Because this is exactly what I secretly wished for when those two older gentlemen invited me into their office and asked me about my dreams. When they told me that I'd been chosen.

I'd wanted to escape the middle line and rise. I'd wanted to make my loved ones happy. I'd wanted to make myself proud.

Bullshit, my inner devil sneers. You wanted to be special to someone.

And for some fucked up reason, Ma?l knows.

"I—" Looking up at his piercing gaze, I clear my throat and swallow the insecurity down. Once. Just once step out of the ordinary. "I do want to see you."

For a split second, he doesn't react. As if he's as surprised as I am with my consent. Nerves flood my system. Giddiness, excitement. It's true, I really want to see him, and the more I think about it, the more I want it. Fuck yeah, I need it. My hands reach out for his face before I have time to change my mind again, fingertips chasing the silver gems and shiny threads as they make their way to the rope that keeps the mask tight. Lifting his head, Ma?l's gaze is hot on mine as he lets me loosen his lustrous disguise. His mask feels heavier than mine, and I gingerly lift it from his face, taking in every bit of skin, every detail of his facial features. His nose, sharp jawline, smooth skin, up to his almond shaped eyes. His blue irises form a stark contrast to those dark eyelashes and brows that are elegantly curved in a bow that make him look regal, every bit the arrogant ass he is. He is so handsome that I can only stare in awe, struck by his beauty.

"Know me now?" He teases, shooting me a wink that makes my face flush.

I blink. I can't believe it. He's the guy my eyes collided with the other day in the canteen. A fresh wave of flutters invades my stomach. "And you chose me ?" I can't help but utter. He could have chosen anyone in the entire fucking school.

Ma?l lets out an exasperated sigh, then grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and spears his clothed cock against my crack with renewed force, rubbing and teasing and promising me so much filth that I gasp and writhe. He lifts his upper body, then rolls us over onto the blanket until my back hits the plush ground.

"Tell me something, ange , have you ever been fucked by a guy before?" His voice is soft, gravely and void of any humor, his blue gaze watching me intently as I feel my cheeks flush once more .

"I—I—" I squeak, then clear my throat. "No."

His face slowly splits into a shit eating grin, and his eyes flash with delight. "Oh, Thurel, you have no idea how sweet that sounds." Giving my naked, throbbing cock a grind with his own, he throws me a crooked, filthy smile before dipping his face in search of my mouth. "Let's start your initiations then, brother. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."