Page 14 of Hunted

I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can just stare up at him while licking around his slit, feeling famished by his scent, his flavour, his words… My core falters, grappling as it searches, and fails to find a steady hold.

“That’s it, beautiful, that’s it.” My mouth drops once more over his shaft, sliding up and down while my hand fondles his balls, cupping and rolling them in my palm. They feel heavy and silky, the most enticing combination with his hard erection that slides through my mouth. Fuck, he tastes good. “My good boy,” Alexandre muses, and my own cock strains where I tucked it in my briefs, my pants still unbuttoned. My ass clenches at the praise and I double my efforts, wanting to please him. “You’re doing so good for me, and for me only.” Alexandre’s hand tightens in my hair, pulling me closer onto his cock and nearly choking me. He chuckles dangerously. “I’m going to come, petit loup. Open as wide as you can and swallow everything I give you.”

I have no choice, because his grip on me has turned into an iron fist, and I suck, taking in short and rapid breaths through my nose, as I prepare for his climax. When he does, I work my throat around his orgasm, slurping and drinking and swallowing his cum, nearly combusting in my own restraints. Holy shit, this is so hot. Forbidden, bad and hot. I listen to Alexandre’s grunts of pleasure, let them echo in my mind as I stay kneeled in front of him, mouth on his cock, until he deflates and releases his firm grip on my hair, brushing my strands gently again just like he did before.

Slowly he pulls me off him, swiping a thumb over my bottom lip before he sweeps the traces of cum from the corner of my lips. He presses a soft kiss on my forehead, nose and mouth, and I close my eyes as I let him guide my mouth down and back to his stomach, where I clean the rest of our earlier pleasure with a few firm swipes of my tongue.

“There.” I try to make it look funny to keep some of my dignity, but fail. How can I when my thoughts are scattered all around me?

Alexandre lifts both hands to undo the knot at his nape and then he slides off his copper mask, revealing his gorgeous face. Next, he hooks his fingers around the edges of his hood and pulls it back, revealing his mop of blond hair. His identity.

“No more secrets,” he whispers, watching me intently.

“Only questions,” I say. Lots and lots of them.

“After the ceremony.” He’s about to get up, but I stop him.

“No. You’ve got to give me something.”

He frowns, but the corners of his lips tick up in amusement. “Have I not just explained the existence of the Alpha Fraternarii? That’s top secret.”

“Yes, but?—”

“Have I not just given you my cock to please?”

“Ha ha, very funny. I mean?—”

His eyes flash wickedly and he stands up, looking down at me. “Have I not just exposed myself to you?”

I stand too, my earlier confusion, and arousal, quickly replaced by irritation. Who the hell does this prick think he is? Confusing and sexy as hell? Yes. But I’ve come too far, been through too much hell, to let myself be used once more. I won’t go that way ever again. “You have.” I grind my teeth.

“Then what do you want to know right now that can’t wait until after the Initiations?” He picks his phone out of his pocket, checking the time. “Fifteen minutes to two.” A slow, dangerous smile curves his lips. “That means they’ve arrived.”

And just like that, my heartbeat stutters, much like my brain. “Wh-what? Who?”

He clicks his tongue twice rapidly, followed by a short whistle. It doesn’t take long for Nova to appear slowly out of the shadows.

“Who?” I repeat once more.

“My family.”

7

ALEXANDRE

The sound of horses. Their perfect aligned four-beat gait and matching clop is swallowed by the sand and grass. Instead, they make a thumping sound that increases in volume with each step they take toward us, like the beating of drums. In-sync, and expanding with an unfaltering, steady presence

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Then, as soon as we come into view, my two older brothers ululate, their voices letting out a string of high pitched howls, the traditional sound my grandfather’s tribe would make during celebrations. I look at Olivier, his large eyes now filled with panic, as he brushes a hand through his hair. It’s mussed from my earlier treatment, the waves sticking out and making him even more edible. I make sure he’s dressed properly, not wanting to share a centimeter of his exposed and creamy flesh, not even to my own blood. They’ll get to see his perfect body later at the Initiations, but not a moment before that. I smirk when I catch the splutters of cum on his shirt and jacket. Yeah, you’re so nice and dirty for me, beautiful.

We’ll roughen him up some more, make this a night to remember.

“What do you mean, your family?” His eyes dart from me back to the darkness to where the horses are appearing swiftly.

My chest fills with pride when I nod. “My blood brothers.”

Olivier lets out a strangled sound I can’t quite place in the darkness. “And they know about this…brotherhood?”

---