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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, Maël 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, Maël’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.

Maël 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.”

7

THUREL

Maël 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,” Maël 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?

Maël 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, Maël 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. Maël lets out another satisfied hum, patiently waiting for me to approach. My mouth salivates with a feral hunger to taste Maël, 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. Maël 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.

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