Chapter 7

7

THUREL

M a?l has dark hair, even though his strands are covered by the hood right now. They are as dark as the feathers of a raven. I know this, because I have seen him before, mostly in the canteen, the odd time in the library.

"We looked at each other, the other day in the canteen," I blurt. I didn't think he was looking at me.

"Hmm, we did." He offers a smile that is void of any sweetness. It's lustful, and impish. "I was wondering if you'd ever dare to look my way." The blue of his irises form a thin, shiny layer around the immense pupils he has fixed on me, grounding me in place between his thighs, my back against the blanket on the floor. His cloaked, upper body hovers over me when he firmly plants his hands on both sides of my head. I shiver. With excitement, trepidation, or need, I'm not sure. Perhaps with a bit of all three and more.

"W—what do you mean?" I croak.

"Exactly what I say. Looking at me would be the beginning of the end." His grin widens, and he dips his gaze and bumps our noses together, latching his teeth onto my bottom lip. It's playful, the way he nips, but the gesture becomes more thorough in the next few seconds, causing my heartbeat to increase. My hands curl into fists as I try to keep my breathing even, but I fail dramatically, judging from the frenzied puffs of air that escape my mouth. No way he doesn't hear it either.

"The beginning of your end," Ma?l mumbles against my mouth. He nudges my lips to parting them with his tongue, before he licks inside my mouth, and I give in with a shiver and sigh. His invasion is hot and possessive and I moan against his tongue, unable to resist.

When he lowers his body against mine, my hand snakes out before I can stop myself, clutching onto the curve where his hip and back meet, and I squeeze.

The beginning of my end? What does he mean? The thoughts are shoved back when I grab hold of the soft velvet between my hands, fingers grazing over his firm, toned skin. It makes me want to dig in harder, makes me want to capture more of his uncovered flesh. Will it feel warm against my palm? Pliant and smooth?

Ma?l pulls away with a final kiss on my lips, then straightens his posture so he's straddling my thighs, grinning wickedly as he opens his cloak. I shouldn't be surprised by the lack of clothes underneath, his black boxer briefs and an equally dark tank top the only garment he's wearing. Almond eyes stare at me intently as he traces his fingers over his own chest, putting himself on display as he dips his digits slowly, knowing that he's got my full attention. Leisurely lifting the garment to expose his tanned skin, he teases my burning eyes and straining cock with the way his hands, rubbing them over his tight abs as he rolls his hips.

"I wanted you to become my world, sweet Thurel." His cock brushes against my crack and I hiss, self-awareness kicking in when I catch him still watching me. He smirks as he unbuttons his tank top and shimmies out of his boxer briefs, then, after one final excruciating slow roll of our heated groins, he stands up. Taking two steps back to where he leans against the wall, he collects the ends of the rope.

"And this is where your new life begins," he purrs. The edges of his lips tick up as he pulls at the rope, forcing me to climb onto my feet. When I stand in front of him, he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Uhuh, not like that. Crawl, my pet. On your hands and knees."

I falter. My brain balks, pride kicking in, bringing anger and confusion to the party. But my body is on fire, in desperate need for affection. And my mind… I am desperate for this challenge.

As if he can feel my distress, Ma?l whispers, "Don't be embarrassed, mon ange . Just come here, let me look after you." He gives the leash another pull, and something inside me breaks. My defenses. My reservations.

I obey, sliding back onto my heels.

"Good. Now, come here. Viens ici, mon ange ." His smooth voice fills the tense air. Releasing a shuddering breath, it takes another few seconds before I can release the pressure in my shoulder and puff up my chest. "Respect is one of the key values of our brotherhood, sweet Thurel," he continues. "Come over and show me yours." With my chin held high, I start crawling, closing the distance between us. Ma?l lets out another satisfied hum, patiently waiting for me to approach. My mouth salivates with a feral hunger to taste Ma?l, to please him, my own dick bobbing happily at the promise of what's to come.

Feeling brave, I keep on moving until I'm right between his thighs, my burning eyes locked on the wet tip of his cock. Ma?l lifts my chin up with his thumb, gazing down at me with those mesmerizing eyes. "Our brotherhood is incorporated in the entire society of our country," he murmurs, brushing the delicate skin right beneath my bottom lip. "Being a brother means changing your life entirely. You will be given opportunities others can only dream of. Would you like that?"

"I don't know," I whisper in honesty.

Ma?l's lips tick up as they split into a soft smile. "Have you sucked cock before?" My cheeks boil. "Hmm," he replies at my silence, his digit tracing the curve of my lips. No words come out. "I'm a gentle lover," he finally says. "As long as I get to control you. I crave control." His entire hand now curls around my jaw and he adds pressure, forcing my mouth to open. "Now, sweet Thurel, show me what respect means to you."

I don't have much time to think. Or to doubt myself. Or to wonder what he means with his words. Because he pushes his wet crown between my parted lips faster than I can pull away. I wouldn't have. He's…A sizzle of desire flutters through my insides, and I inhale deeply, flicking out my tongue to capture his taste. Suddenly I'm feeling desperate to register that hint of saltiness as it hits both my common sense and my shock. Groaning around his cock, I tighten my lips, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head, desperate for more.

" Tranquille ," he chimes teasingly, grabbing a hand full of my hair and pulling me off him. "Not too fast, ange , I haven't even presented all of our values yet." His hand slides from my hair to the collar, and his lips curl into a wicked smile when his digits tease the sensitive skin beneath the velour material. "But fuck me, do you look gorgeous in my creation," he mutters. "Stick out your tongue and listen carefully."

My face flushes at the order, brain scrambling to rebel. Ma?l watches me intently.

I should stop this.

I don't. I open my mouth, tentatively, and slowly stick out my tongue. My stomach tickles with flutters as I sit there and wait, vulnerable and obeying. Ma?l gives me a warm smile, and it's beautiful, and reassuring. My body sags in relief when he reaches out a hand and cups my chin.

"Sweet angel." His voice is low, husky, and void of any humour. "You are… merci ." His fingers curl over my face, invading my mouth, then trace my tongue. I flinch a little at the touch, but keep on looking him in the eye, cock painfully hard.

"They say that this is the hardest part of the Initiations," Ma?l muses, fingertips brushing over my tongue while he uses his other hand to stroke himself. My eyes dart from his cock to his fingers, then back up to his eyes. "To accept that by going forward, by becoming part of your reshaped future, you leave part of your independence to your brothers. To me. By giving in, you'll never be alone again." He presses his digits into my jaw as if to prevent me from protesting, then pushes his cock forward and paints my tongue with it, forcing me to let him use my mouth as a toy. Sliding his dick over my tongue, I pant uncontrollably, desire blanketing every single nerve in my system. "You'll be part of our family," Ma?l continues. "Part of the Alpha Fraternarii. We are brothers for life." He slides his cock all the way to the back of my throat and I gag, unable to free myself from his hold. Giving me no relief, he shoves himself deep, his hand moving from my jaw to the back of my neck, where he pulls at the collar, tilting my head so he has a better angle. Sputtering around his intrusion, drool fills my mouth, leaking around the corners as it streams down my chin. My insides burn with need.

"We share things," Ma?l growls, brushing away the spit before he takes his fingers to his mouth with a wink. I groan around his cock, helpless, as I watch him lick them clean.

"We've got each other's back." His wet finger traces the line of my cheek and forehead and carefully wipes hair from my sweaty skin as he continues to abuse my throat with slow, deep thrusts.

"And since I have been a good student for years, and a loyal brother, I got to chase you tonight. I get to have you."

He pulls out of my mouth and I barely have time to wipe the spit away, before he jerks on the leash and leads me away from the wall. "Let's practice you crawling some more." My face burns when he trots around the stalls with me, taking his time to cover all four corners of the enclosed space, before finally making his way back to the blanket. "Very nice, sweet Thurel. You're a fast learner."

I swallow my snark when he leads me onto the the plush material at last. His fingers leave slow caresses on my nape and back. "I didn't think I'd ever want a boyfriend," he murmurs, his smooth rasp so soft that I need to perk my ears. "Everything always seemed so superficial." He leaves the subject with a decisive snort, then ties the knot of the leash around a metal pole, one that's mostly used to tether the horses to and moves to stand behind me. With one, smooth gesture he pulls the rest of my clothes down, and despite having been exposed, I hiss at the sudden nakedness, at the realization about what's about to happen.

Turning over my shoulder, I search for his blue gaze. "Ma?l, I've never?—"

"Ssh." His mouth brushes my ear and I shiver. He is kneeling behind me. "You don't get to talk now. I chased you. I caught you. Now I get to fuck you."

" Mais tu —" I let out a surprised gasp when his tongue flicks around my pucker. The touch is light as a feather, a strong contrast to the way his firm grip squeezes my ass cheeks apart. My knees buck at the intensity of the feeling, of him touching me like this, of how that makes me feel, of the sensation of his mouth on my flesh, and oh… I moan once more when his tongue spears inside my crack, swirling around my hole and massaging the tense muscle ring. I clench uncontrollably as I stifle another groan. Gazing straight ahead, I try to ignore the fact that here I am, sitting like a proper pet on all fours, a collar around my neck, the leash fucking tied up against some iron pole. Getting my ass eaten out by one of the most popular guys in college.

By a brother of the Alpha Fraternarii.

My face flushes all the way to the tips of my ears when I think of my family. I bet they're not proud of me now. But what does that…what does that really matter?

Didn't I want a change in my horribly, average life? It's mine after all. My life.

Though I still can't believe…

"Thurel," Ma?l snaps and he slaps my ass cheek with his palm. I jolt by surprise and the intensity of the sting, but moan as I lean down and let my forehead rest on the blanket. "I want your mind, ange ."

"I—ugh," I groan at the sound of the wet kisses Ma?l dots on my oversensitive skin.

"And your body." He slaps my other cheek.

"It's too much," I wheeze weakly. He chuckles in reply, his breath warm against my skin where he swirls his tongue and sucks on my flushed and aching skin before slowly bringing his mouth back to my hole.

"That's too bad, sweet Thurel, because I'm only getting started."

"Fuck," I groan, and it comes out like an unhinged growl. He continues his intrusion, causing sparks. My skin is ablaze, sweat coating my limbs. My hands tremble but my hips grind back, desperate for more of that hot, perfect mouth as it licks, sucks and teases.

"Hmm," Ma?l hums against my crack. "You taste good, angel. All pure and untouched. Has anyone ever eaten out your ass like this, huh?" He gives me another slap on my butt and this time I actually whimper, limbs bucking uncontrollably as I let him have his way with me. The biting sensation transforms into fire, and when he traces his fingers over my shivers, he lets out a satisfied snarl. His nipping teeth claim each and every centimeter of my body, lapping at the arousal ingrained in my tingling flesh. And then I feel his digit sliding over my back down to my ass. It disappears for a second at the uncapping sound of a bottle, and then it's back. Lubed with something cold and wet. It teases my skin, probing gently, as it purposefully cascades down until it reaches between my cheeks. Ma?l spits in my crease, and then he slowly whirls that wet finger through my sphincter.

"Look how your tiny hole winks at me," he murmurs. "Fucking perfect." The combination of pressure and pleasure explodes in me like some toxic cocktail.

"Oh, god," I moan, rolling my hips back and against his finger. "I—" Fuck…

"You want more, sweet Thurel?" He growls.

" Oui ," I hear myself whisper. " S'il te plait ."