Page 21 of Hunted

“But I didn’t.” I puff up my chest and tighten my fist around his cock. “Fuck in here, beautiful, while I explain.”

Olivier moans, eyes fluttering as he keeps my gaze, glaring between trembling lashes, but hips already rolling. Around us, Elder Jacques gathers the other brothers for our rhyme, the moment we praise our values, created by our ancestors but still a backbone to our fraternity.

“Loyalty,” they chant, and fuck me, does the familiar choral feel regal right now, while I hold my chosen one closely in my arms, as he rides my dick while fucking my fist.

“When the Elders announced the Wicked Chase, I knew I wanted to participate. A hunt in the woods at night time? Oui. My kind of thing.”

“Respect,” they sing. Elder Jacques booms his cane into the soil with a dim thump. Two red cloaks are kneeling at his feet, busying themselves with his hunger.

“I’d seen you twice before in the library. You were like a beacon of light, petit loup. Fierce, yet timid, strong, yet hesitant. I knew then that I wanted you.”

“Tradition.” The gong is raised, the piano increases its volume, notes become more staccato as it takes us further into its crescendo. Knowing that they’re all here, my blood brothers who have come from afar, my cousin Maël and his Thurel, make tonight true perfection. Mystical and raw, hot and persistent, because I’m nothing if not a goal-driven fucker and this is what I want…this. Olivier in my arms, where he belongs, looking into my eyes in search of the truth.

“I realized that despite having it all, I wanted more,” I cite. “Something else. Someone else. It’s a little lonely in the desert?—”

He doesn’t hesitate, finishing the rest of that famous phrase from le Petit Prince. “It’s lonely when you’re among people, too.”

“It won’t be for you, little wolf,” I promise. Once he’s been accepted by the brotherhood, I’ll introduce him to Régis and Thurel, I think they’ll get on just fine.

“On est un peu seul dans le désert. On est seul aussi chez les hommes, dit le serpent.”

His voice is ragged, chest heaving, his nails digging in my shoulder. He’s close, but I’m a master at edging and won’t let him come. Not yet. First he needs to understand the true meaning of my words.

“I wanted you for myself, Olivier. A strange idea, because I’d never wanted someone longer than a single night.” I chuckle when he snorts, because his disdain still sounds frantic. Such a beautiful sound. “I wanted you at my mercy, time and time again. Perhaps I thought that this sudden infatuation would slip away, together with your presence as you’d flee from me.” I tighten my grip around his cock, creating the perfect cock ring and he hisses, hips bucking as he lets out the tiniest of mewls. “But you didn’t.”

“Sacrifice.”

“I wanted you even more, beautiful.” Around us, Elder Jacques leads our brothers to move around us as we all prepare for our final ritual. With a fleeting kiss on Olivier’s head, Edouard pulls back to join the others, his golden mask regal as he joins Silver Mask, Copper Mask and the other brothers. They start circling us, their chant melting into the increasing darkness of the piano’s play.

“I wanted to catch the apprehension in your pretty eyes, wanted to chase you through the night on my horse, smell your fear as I hurt you with my bola, the hunting instrument I got from my granddad in Argentina that I love so much, hunt you down like the finest of prey, drag you from the shadows in agony?—”

“Stop,” Olivier begs. He’s panting wildly, eyes large in the flickering night, lips trembling. “Please.” His fingers trace mine, still securely wrapped around his girth. “Please. I need?—”

My own pulse throbs at the realization of what he’s asking. I’m confiding my darkest desire, telling him how I want to hurt and terrify him, and he wants to come?

Fucking priceless.

“Oui, I know what you need.” Leaning in, I brush my lips against his. “I wanted to soothe your pain with the touch of my mouth. Of my fingertips. Of my hands, and cock. Take you to pieces, understand how you are made and what makes you tick, only to put you back together, assembling every single detail in the right order. And you know what?” My thumb brushes past his slick slit and Olivier opens his mouth and lets out a strangled cry. His legs start shaking.

“The more that thought settled, the more I wanted it. And the more I wanted it, the more I craved it. Needed it. You. I wanted every single piece of you. But you weren’t ready, were you, petit loup? “

Olivier shakes his head wildly, pleas bubbling free from his mouth while he picks up speed again, riding my dick like there’s no tomorrow. His blond hair falls back as he tilts his gaze, gazing up at the stars. Fuck, he is everything.

“But now you are, beautiful. And now you are mine.” My own cock pulses at the sound of those words. They are addictive, and I hear myself repeat them again and again in my hazy mind. My hand works his cock ruthlessly, swiping up precum from his crown, only to use it as lube as I make my way down, fondle his balls, up, then resume the movement, until I feel him falling apart on my cock.

“Come for me now, little wolf,” I purr. His head lolls back to his chest and from under his lashes he peers up at me with an opaque stare, driven by lust. His nostrils flare, and my toes curl when he lets out an unhinged shout. Pleasure engulfs us until there’s only me and him, the woods and mystery. And we let go, flying to the moon, and back.

10

OLIVIER

Alexandre covers my entire body with his—a heavy, athletic mass of muscles and skin that ripple as he moves languidly, stretching himself like a satisfied feline, licking his lips when his obsidian gaze lands on me.

He smiles. Not his usual, wicked grin, but a soft, genuine tick of his lips that make his brows arch down, pointing toward his thick, long lashes. I can’t help but stare up at him in reply. This guy has just rocked my world… is rocking my world. From the moment he brought that unfamiliar committee to my doorstep, who invited me to the South Wing, to the moment they left me their invitation, to the moment he chased me down three times before claiming me as his.

“You’re about to alter your future,” Elder Jacques had said during that first night of the Wicked Chase. “After tonight, nothing will ever be as it was.”

I wanted to believe him, wanted for that to be the truth. But when I got hunted down later that night and brought back to where we had started, I knew he’d been wrong. At least, I’d thought. But something had changed. I’d become more aware of my surroundings, despite students ignoring me like I was an outsider who didn’t belong. Because there was someone out there who had chosen me.

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