Page 13 of Hunted

I think of the Elder with his black hood and golden cane, of the words he used every time I’ve been here, at the Wicked Chase. I’ve never come this far. Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, I gaze back at Alexandre.

“That’s where the Initiations will take place. Your initiation.”

I swallow, mind rattling as I try to make sense of the final curve in the circle. I’ve been here before, have been chased before, have been eliminated before, and now I finally get to win the actual games. Does it make me extremely naive if I admit that I’m not sure what this fraternity stands for? Yes, there are rumours. But rumours have a habit of turning into obnoxious horror stories, of animals being slaughtered and girls dancing naked around fire pits, of sacred rituals and drinking parties. Licking my lips, I can’t do much but allow my brain to find its way back to my mind and sigh as it tries to accept my current predicament.

“You’ve become awfully quiet,” Alexandre mutters, brushing a few of my strands behind my ear. I should get my hair cut, have been requested to do so by the board, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.

Will I get round to it?

The thought makes me shudder. What the fuck? Of course I will. These guys are students, students. And this is nothing but an attempt to scare me. Mission accomplished. Nothing but an attempt to arouse me. Mission fucking accomplished.

Alexandre gives me another one of those soft smiles, and my heart clenches. He is so handsome. Did the rumours say anything about murder? Maybe not murder, but everyone knew about that guy who had been mutilated. What was his name again?

“In a minute, I will take you there, beautiful,” Alexandre murmurs, interrupting my thoughts and bringing me back to the present. “To your Initiation. To where our brothers are waiting for us.”

“Brothers?”

Alexandre nods. “Oui. They want to welcome you into the group.” He waits a beat. “Would you like to be accepted into the group?”

A group. My insides shudder. Non. “I’m not sure what you mean.” My voice is fragile, a good representation of my mental state. I feel like I could break any moment.

Alexandre’s fingers linger on the strand of hair and he slowly reaches my temple, tracing a digit down my hot cheek. “I’ll explain everything to you. And then, once I’m done talking, I’ll set you free.”

“F-free?” My heart sinks in my stomach, and I fucking loathe myself for feeling disappointed. I should be happy.

“Free to run, petit loup,” he smirks, sliding his finger over the edge of my mask before dipping down and onto my heated cheek. At the touch of our connecting flesh, my stomach swoops, and my breathing speeds up. “Free to enjoy the illusion of being alone.” His smile widens and his finger reaches for my mouth, tracing the shape of my lips. “You used to feel alone, didn’t you.” Not a question, because he continues. “You will never be alone again, beautiful. Because after tonight, you are mine. And you’ll be a brother of the Alpha Fraternarii.”

“Alpha—” Two fingers slip through the crease of my mouth in a slow, muffling the rest of my phrase. Their thorough perusal makes my toes curl despite my earlier orgasm,

“Ssh, let me explain,” he muses, as if speaking to a child. If only Theo could see how I have changed. “But first, I am going to need you to clean up our mess for us.” Wiggling backward, he creates more space between us. Then, right when I wonder what he’s doing, he moves to sit onto his knees, the cloak still open, his boxer briefs still slid down to hug his powerful thighs. His cock, spent and flaccid, hangs snug over his balls. “We’ve made a mess,” he says, voice gentle like silk. Then he guides my head to his crotch. Even like this, soft and satisfied, its size is impressive. His stomach is laced with his release and when he brushes a finger through it and places it on my lips, I flinch.

“Clean my cock, gorgeous, while I talk.” He slides his finger once more between my lips and I lick it up instinctively. Shame makes my face flush up to the tips of my ears, makes my flesh burn hot and my balls tickle with lust. A treacherous combination, especially because my mind is triggered too. I’m curious, and secretly a little proud of being here, of having made it through three nights of chasing, of craving, of hurting, all leading up to this moment.

The revelation.

My tongue licks the saltiness from Alexandre’s fingers, thoroughly, not wanting to let go, until he lets out a chuckle and ruffles my hair. “Here.” He pulls my head forward by the leather strap that he untied from his own nape at some point, and guides my mouth to his flat, sculpted naked stomach. I inhale deeply, reveling in his woodsy scent, having completely lost my mind, then stick out my tongue. My stomach flutters when he strokes the back of my head, humming his appreciation. And I lick. Cleaning his lower stomach, his pubic hair teasing the sensitive skin of my chin. His taste fills my mouth as I go in search for more of him.

“We are no fraternity,” Alexandre begins, his hand brushing through my strands. It feels amazing. “We are a brotherhood, beautiful. The Alpha Fraternarii. Created in the dawn of the French Revolution.”

La Revolution Française? My mind rattles. That’s a long time ago. I look up from beneath my lashes, but Alexandre shakes his head and seems deep in thought, his hand on my hair tightening. “Our ancestors founded the brotherhood to prevent the past from repeating itself. We’re far from the only fraternity that was founded for this reason, but ours connects traditions with loyalty and respect.” He traces the lines of the leather strap on my nape, then pulls me away by my hair. I haven’t finished yet, but his grip is firm, the gaze of his dark eyes decisive and the pull of his hand smooth. Before I can protest, he lifts my mask, exposing my entire face to him. I flinch instantly. To say I feel naked is an understatement.

He smirks as he gazes down at my face that’s still hovering around the same height as his cock. “You carried exactly that same expression when you saw me through the glass in the library.”

I narrow my gaze while his words resonate in my mind. Is he… “So that was you.”

He laughs now, triumph flickering in his eyes, and he skids a hand over his black cloak. “You didn’t think I’d want to give you your invitation personally?” When I don’t react, he traces a finger over my mouth, the bottom lip still wet with spit and his release. “You know, for someone as intelligent as you are, you’re not the quickest student.” And just like that, he pushes me forward. I want to continue licking his stomach, but he clicks his tongue. “Leave it. You’ll filthy me up again anyway. Take my cock in your mouth, little wolf.”

I want to tell him where he can shove it. I want to tell him that I’m not his slave. But my face heats at the thought, at the word, and my cock twitches. What the hell is wrong with me?

As if feeling my increasing distress, Alexandre leans a hand against my hot cheek and caresses the reddened skin, letting his fingers crawl over my face until they reach both sides of my mouth. Then, forcefully, he squeezes around my chin until I gasp and need to open my mouth.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, and pulls my mouth on his cock. I sputter, humiliated and taken aback by the pungent scent that awaits me. Desire floods through my system and my tongue darts out. “Lick it, petit loup.” Alexandre stretches his back and neck, looking up at the sky and its countless, mysterious stars with a content sigh, while he keeps me firmly in place, mouth on his cock, leather strapped tighter around my neck.

I…All thoughts have escaped my mind, leaving my brain an empty shell. Instead there is peace and quiet aside from my own slobbering sounds as I lick and suck on Alexandre’s dick. He’s hardening rapidly, more pre-cum filling my mouth.

“It’s a privilege to be a brother of the The Alpha Fraternarii,” he says, rocking his hips slowly. “A privilege given to me by birth. You see, membership is usually upon heritage. But times are changing, and we felt the desire to bring in fresh meat…” He chuckles at that, and his large hand cups my cheek entirely, no more mask to hide from the world.

“Look at me,” he orders, his voice lower and even raspier than usual. Our eyes meet. “I am about to take off my mask, beautiful. And then you’re going to drink from my cock, before you’ll lick me nice and clean. And then—” He tilts his gaze to let out a filthy, satisfactory moan, “You’re going to run for me again. You’re going to show me and my brothers how fast you are, how strong you are, how much you’ll please me. And then, after we’ve completed our Initiations, I’m going to take you back inside the castle. We’ll talk. You can ask all the questions you want, whenever you want. And then we’ll sleep, gorgeous, in my bed, where you’ll be sleeping for the rest of your life.”

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