Page 4 of Inevitably Yves

“Hadrian, I beg you to let me go.”

“That is not what you really want. You want me to release you. I know you do.”

“No.” I shake my head, struggling to pull away, but his hold on me is powerful. “I am in service to my congregation. To God.”

“Why though, Cillian? Tell me the truth in your heart. Make me believe that you do not want what I can give you and I will leave you.”

“Why is this happening? What have I done to deserve such torment?”

“You are not seeing it clearly yet. I did not come to torment you, beautiful man.” Hadrian leans in, pressing his nose to my neck. “Oh, your scent is intoxicating. I felt its power over me as soon as I entered the village.”

I freeze as his free hand travels down my chest, settling between my legs, massaging my cock. “Tell me again, Father, how you do not want me? Your words say one thing, but your body does not lie.”

“How do you know?”

“I know everything about you, Cillian. I know your desires, and I…” He licks my cheek. “I alone can give them to you. I can give you the eternal life you devote yourself to. I can free your soul, absolve you of your perceived sins, and cleanse you in the blood.”

As his lips part, sharp white fangs appear. His eyes glow like candles. “Demon,” I whisper.

“No, Father. I am no demon. I am something far greater. Beyond your wildest imagination.”

“Let me go.”

“Tell me you do not want me. Tell me with conviction.”

I open my mouth to deny him, but I cannot. I do want him, desperately, but I am sure he has somehow poisoned my mind. He is a sorcerer.

“Tell me, Cillian.” Hadrian unbuttons my cassock, and I let him, unable, or perhaps unwilling, to fight him off. Beneath it is my linen robe, and beneath that, nothing. He finally steps back enough to gaze at me, licking his lips.

I should run, but I seem to be frozen in place. I like his hungry gaze on me, seeing me in ways no other man has before.

“Take your robe off, Cillian. Let me see all that you are.”

With trembling hands, I pull my robe over my head, clutching it as my body is revealed to the mysterious man with the powerful hold over me.

“Perhaps your god does exist,” Hadrian says. “For certainly, yours is no ordinary beauty.” He circles me, his breath fanning across my bare flesh. “Only a deity could create such perfection.”

I shiver, but I know it is desire, not fear. “This is so wrong.”

“No, Cillian. We are so right.”

I step back, and he follows me until I am once again at the altar under the cross.

“Tonight, I will take of the flesh and you will drink of the blood, and by morning, you will have all the desires you have locked away in your heart.”

I watch in stunned silence as Hadrian removes his clothing. It is not lost on me how deeply wrong this is, standing at the altar of a holy space on the verge of sinning, but what he said of me is true.

I desire him.

Enough to break my vows.

Hadrian hooks his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer until our lips touch. It is not a kiss, more a promise of one, as he whispers, “Beautiful Cillian. I covet your devotion. Give your life to me and I will renew you. Just say yes.”

I pull my head back enough to search his eyes. I cannot explain what is happening right now, whether Hadrian is an angel or the devil himself, but as my body thrums against his, my cock throbbing heavily with need, I lick my lips and nod, giving myself over to this mysterious man.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Yes?” Hadrian repeats. “You will be my companion? You accept my gift?”

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