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He sighs, yanks his hand free as he halts, then turns to face me. The diamond studs flicker in the night and I involuntarily lick my own lips at the sight. “Just to clarify, you’ll be fucking me in front of all your brothers?” Thurel blinks rapidly, his long lashes unable to hide the trepidation in those mocha eyes. “As your…as your pet?”

“That’s right,” I croon. Pulling him in by the leash, I tilt up his handsome face with a swipe of my thumb under his chin. “You signed an NDA. You agreed to being chased, to the risk of being captured. You agreed to becoming a brother of the Alpha Fraternarii.” Thurel shivers, but keeps his head high as he glares at me.

Ai, mon ange, bat-moi.

“And now that you have me?”

A euphoric whirlwind sets my insights ablaze at his words. “Now that I have you, I want to keep you, angel.”

“As your pet?” His lips tremble, but his eyes shine. Fuck, he wants it too. It’s a lot for him, and he doesn’t know what to do with that sensation, but he wants it.

That’s so fucking hot.

“Why not?” I tease, swiping a digit over my bottom lip as I take in that look on his face. Precious. His eyes, large and inquisitive, with those kissable lips pressed into a fine line. “I’ve always wanted one, but my parents never let me.”

Thurel spreads out his hand and lets out a guttural huff. Brushing a trembling hand through those chestnut strands, he visibly tries to compose himself. I’m not having any of that, so I continue to aggravate it. Just for the fun of watching him lose his cool.

“When I was younger, I was such a good boy. But now that I’m a grown-ass man, I feel like doing things my own way. Having things my own way. And I want you. On all fours, just like you were before, for the entire fucking world to see.”

His eyes jump at those words, hazelnut irises rich with a golden glitter. “You are crazy,” he whispers. Not quite losing his cool, but I’d lie if I’d say I’m not enjoying this.

“Yet you want it,” I rasp. “You want my collar curled around your fair skin, just like you want a change in life.”

“I do want the change, yes,” he drawls, giving me a slow shrug. “But…but—I thought—” He turns away, gaze glaring in the darkness. “I thought you only wanted me one time. As p-part of…” He clears his throat. “Your game.”

Fuckkk…. If that doesn’t turn me on. My cock thickens again in my pants, and a treacherous ripple crawls through my veins. It’s yet another impending victory, and it feels glorious.

“Oh no.” I clack my tongue. “This is a different kind of play, sweet Thurel. You and me are inevitable, our first time together fucking perfect.”

“Was it?” He finally looks back at me, a small smile on his luscious lips, and I have to remind myself, truly remind myself, that this was his very first time.

Taking his hand and squeezing it a little awkwardly, I nod, needing to reassure him. “It was. Soon we’ll be alone again, but before that, we’ll first need to make things formal.”

“Formal?” His softness disappears as insecurity slips back into his system. It makes his voice go a little hoarse, but fuck me, if that doesn’t make my dick hard, my need to control peeking through my fresh arousal.

“Hmm. I’ll have you crawl inside the Atrium on all fours, led by my leash like the trophy you are.” Gently cupping his cheeks between two digits, I bring him closer to my face, until we are practically touching. “Because I want you to.” Thurel’s nostrils flare and his eyes dart around mine, searching for my intentions. And as I wait, impatient as hell for his reaction, my ears trace my rapid heartbeat. One, two, three…

“Is there a way that we can skip that part?” He breathes, chewing his bottom lip. I flick my thumb over the sting, replacing his teeth with my own digits, plucking and toying with his wet, plush flesh, before leaning in and sucking it between my own teeth. Thurel gasps, and I purr in satisfaction. Letting him go with a pop, I shake my head slowly.

“Non, it must be done,” I murmur against his mouth. The air is thick with arousal. Our breaths intermingle and we stay like this, panting against each other. Despite having just taken him out for a ride, my cock is already straining against my boxer briefs.

“It’s part of our traditions.” I lap at his mouth, savoring his trepidation and arousal, taking my time to trace the shape of his soft lips. Thurel shudders. “I get to play with you again, angel. In front of everyone. All our brothers will welcome you, while my cock is buried deep inside your ass.” My fingers reach out for his cheek. His skin feels clammy though cold, his hair soft as it slides between my fingers. I brush them out of his face, drawing circles on his temple, while our lips stay close like this. Practically touching, but not quite yet, both our minds painfully aware of our closeness. I can only imagine that Thurel feels the same as I do.

“Will they be watching?” He finally asks against my lips.

“Hmm, they will.” My lips tick up as I explain, “Thurel, for you sex might mean shame or modesty. For us, sex, like money, is power. Here, in the brotherhood, we have a particular way we use sex to maintain our power. We're not like the commoners, who use pathetic tools like porn sites and dating apps. Here, our privilege allows us to use sex however we choose. To humiliate,or to enslave. To show our dominance or to claim ownership over those we choose. Sex in the brotherhood is about respect. Respect for our power, our history, and our lineage.

“And you gain that respect by having sex in public?” Thurel asks incredulously. But his face feels hot when I touch him there.

“You like that idea?” I ask, a little bold. “The idea that you’ll be riding my dick in a minute in front of all these guys, my collar securely wrapped around your neck for everyone to see that you belong to me. To show your respect for the brotherhood, and your gratitude for being chosen.”

His gaze flickers, but I catch licks of the fire that rage inside him before he looks away. Fuck yeah, he likes it.

“We’ll have plenty of time to discover each other,” I quickly add, not wanting to scare him off. Not now. Not now that he’s so close in my reach. We continue walking, and the rope feels like liquid gold in my hand. The key to my treasure. Above us, a bat flaps and squeaks as it flies away, but right in front of me, is where the show awaits us.

The Atrium.

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