Page 15 of Hunted

His cluelessness makes me snort. “Of course they do. They’re both members as well.” And right now, they are both carrying a similar leather sling as I am, minus the balls. I’ve run out of mine as well, but this is not so much about hurting Olivier. No, right now, I want him to run for me while I chase him down to where the others are waiting.

Inhaling deeply, I can already imagine the scent of his sweet surrender when he fully realizes what will be happening to him, right before he falls into a vast ocean of pleasure.

I crave his obedience as much as I love his indignation when I strip him down and make him mine. When I claim him on our altar.

I want all your primitive reactions, little wolf.

Peur. Fear. I want to chase you through the woods and make you lose track of time and space.

Colère. Anger. Boiling up in your core when you realize that I am the puppet master, that I can play you the exact way I like.

Bats-toi. Fight. For your pride, your dignity, both misplaced feelings you won’t need with me anymore.

Rends-toi. Surrender. So. So. Sweet.

Plaisir. Pleasure. The prize. Olivier’s vulnerability, the unmasking of his face and his soul, once I have him exactly where I want him.

Speaking off… I slide on my mask and help him get his back onto his face, tying the knot at the cool flesh right under his wavy, blond hair, only half surprised that he lets me. Yes, if Olivier is anything, it’s proud, so the idea that someone can see his actual face must be mortifying for my timid librarian.

Pressing a kiss onto his nose, I mumble, “There’s still time to win this game.”

“Win this game?” He shivers. “Do you mean that there can be a different outcome?”

“Do you want there to be a different outcome?”

“No, I—” He rubs his cloaked forehead, then shakes his head. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”

“Then don’t worry, petit loup.” Behind me, Nova has reached me, laying her head on my shoulders as we eye Olivier together. “Thanks for coming guys,” I call out to my brothers. Slowly reaching over to finally unleash my leather strap from his slender neck, I press a chaste kiss on his lips, followed by a flick of my tongue. I can’t help it. “Want to help me out here?”

One of the horses rears, whinnying as she kicks her feet in the air. With a character like that, it must be Sucre, who, despite her name, is not very sweet, but stubborn and fierce, meaning the rider is my eldest brother Lancelot. Both my brothers are dressed in a similar black cloak and a white mask that covers their entire face. That’s fine. They didn’t come here to talk. We’ll have plenty of time for that when we leave for our holiday home tomorrow morning all together, including Olivier. No, right now, they’re here to play the game and scare the shit out of my chosen one. The only time I will allow them to do so. Make him flee, only to run straight into my arms.

I turn to watch Olivier, eyes automatically dipping to his curvy, lush lips. Fuck, having them on my cock felt like the sweetest thing ever, his touch sizzling. Yes, once Olivier becomes mine, I’ll make sure to keep those gorgeous lips on my dick, make him suck and lick me over and over, drink straight from the source and swallow it all. Despite his hesitance, and that fiery defiance, it’s not his body that will be the highest barrier for me to climb.

No. It’s his mind that will challenge me. His intelligence and fascination with the world. Yes, Olivier is sexy and sweet, handsome and attractive in his physical appearance. But there is something about watching him sit in the library by himself, nose in a big book as he reads himself out of this world, that captures me every time again.

After all, that’s how I found him in the first place. And I’ll share every single detail of my fascination with him with the world…after tonight’s Initiations. After I’ve claimed my little wolf in front of all my hungry brothers.

“What am I supposed to do now?” We are surrounded by the horses. Olivier’s voice is pitched a little too high, nerves waving off him like a stormy tide.

My other brother, Raphaël, tilts his head back and lets out an amused bark of laughter. “You didn’t tell him?” He says, voice muffled because of the mask. “Oh man, you are a nasty piece of work, little bro.”

I scowl at him, which doesn’t really make an impression behind my bronze, then gaze back at Olivier. Right in time to catch him take off.

“Fuckkk…yeah,” I murmur as I watch him go, his perky ass candy to my eyes as he runs for his life. Correction—my perky ass. Because soon he’ll be sprawled out for me, accommodating my fat cock.

“He’s a clever one,” Lancelot mutters as he rides up to where I’m now mounting Nova. Then he turns to face me. “It’s good to see you, man.” Leaning in, he offers me a kiss on my cheek.

“How was the trip?” I ask him, because my oldest brother lives overseas, in Argentina, but came home earlier today to help me here tonight, before we all go home to the south east to spend time with our family for summer.

“Long. Tedious,” he grunts. “To be welcomed home with rain should be forbidden.”

“Or perhaps you brought the rain along, it was sunny and hot here until last night,” Raphaël chirps, before we kiss each other on the cheek. “So this is the librarian, right?”

“Yep.” I cast my eyes in the direction Olivier ran.

“Thank god abuelo taught us how to push herd cattle,” Lancelot mutters, gazing through the forest. “Where do we need to get him to?”

I point toward the flickering light, where our Initiations will take place. They have undoubtedly seen this setup before when they themselves were students at Saint-Laurent.

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