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“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?

Maël 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.

Maël 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?”

Maël 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. Maël 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,” Maël 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 Maël’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?” Maël 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—” Maël’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 Maël?

“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 Maël 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.

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