Page 105 of Crown of Steel

“You’re mine, Régis. My broken boy. My love. And I will melt all your fractures back into one, smooth shape of a heart.” He leans in, closing the final distance between our faces. “My heart,” he murmurs, making my chest tighten with a longing so strong it burns. And then he presses his lips against mine as hekeeps my nape in check in his firm grip, licking his way inside with a tenacity that is new. It shows me that he too was nervous about tonight. He too was afraid that our blooming connection would not be approved.

Even though he would never admit it out loud, because Arthur Deveraux would never admit out loud that he is afraid.

Our tongues, teeth and lips tangle and play, nip and lick. In turn, it’s making my knees buckle and my cock throb. My head is spinning and while it could have been the drink, I know for certain it’s because of Arthur. And okay… perhaps a little bit because of the champagne.

“Take me back to our room,” I beg against his mouth.

“Yeah?” Arthur spreads my clothed ass cheeks, then squeezes them, urging me to lift my hips. I do, and he hoists me up until my crossed legs hug his waist and my arms circle his shoulders. Pressing my cheek against his collarbone, I can’t help the smile that curves my lips at the feel of his beating heart. Fast, impatient, eager thumps. “Are you hungry for me, little brother?” Arthur licks the shell of my ear and I shudder when I frantically nod, my cock throbbing in my pants. Too tight, everything feels too tight, too hard, too eager for release.

“Please,” I wheeze. “I need you,mon coeur.”

“I need you too,chaton. C’mon, let’s go back.”

Arthur starts making his way back to the large reception, and I pull my arms tighter around his neck for leverage. However, when we get closer to the canteen, I realize that we’re not alone. Others could see us any minute now. I wiggle in his grip. “Perhaps it’s better if you let me go. What if someone else sees us?”

“Fuck them,” Arthur grunts against my ear. His nonchalance makes my heart billow, filling with a sense of pride and belonging. “You are mine.” My hands tighten around his neck and I squeeze my eyes, deeply inhaling those words. I am his. A shock waves through my body, making my core tremble with the mostprimal sense of relief. I belong to him. I’m no longer alone, no longer in the dark. I am wanted by the one who carries my heart. And he is mine, my heart.Mon coeur.

I hear Arthur bark a few greetings when we make our final way to our dorm, but I don’t open my eyes again, not wanting anyone to interrupt this moment of bliss.

Finally the door of our dorm slides open with a bang, hitting the wall, revealing soft sounds in the shared corridor. Dominique’s playing the piano, and by the smell of it, Gaël has unleashed some of his oils.

“Eucalyptus,” Arthur mumbles in my ear, as he kicks the door shut, then strides to my room, with my body still firmly kept between his hands. “Your scent.”

“My scent?” I ask.

“Hmm. It smells like the forest. It suits you.” Arthur places me onto my bed like I’m fragile, then looks down on me with a tender look in his eyes, that quickly turns wicked.

I frown. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “It’s just that I have been thinking.”

“O-kayy?”

Arthur huffs out a laugh, then toes off his shoes and starts to unbuckle his pants. I watch, mesmerised by the sight of those long, slender fingers opening the zipper and popping the button. When he slides his pants off his sculpted thighs, I ask, “What were you thinking?”

The material falls down his long legs and onto the ground as Arthur crawls onto the bed sliding in between my spread legs. My erection kicks against my restraints, and he must have seen, because a luscious smirk curls his lips. “Hungry?” He pulls off my shoes, then opens my pants with agile movements, dragging them and my socks down and onto the floor, leaving me in my very tight underwear.

“Maybe. But what were you thinking?”

He grins. “Curious much? You know me by now, I’m alwaysthinking. Of you, of me, of us. Of our future….” He tilts his head, eyeing my crotch, then licks over the cotton of my boxers, tracing a line over my bulge. “You told me that we should be more open-minded. The Alpha Fraternarii. Right?” His teeth peek out and latch on my boxers, tearing it to one side to give space for my cock.

“Yeah,” I pant, unsure of where he wants to go with his words, and impatient to feel his mouth on my body. I’m so hot for him.

Arthur hums. “So, I may have told Elder Jacques that the Deveraux family supports the idea of giving other, securely selected, students an opportunity to prove their worth.”

“Prove their worth?” I try to snort, but I stifle a groan when Arthur growls his victory and catches my hard, throbbing cock in his mouth the moment it plops free. “Fuck.”

“Hmm,” Arthur purrs and looks up. The sight of that handsome face, mouth filled with my cock, is enough for my body to shiver in hot desire. He snakes a hand around my girth, then pops off with one last lick that makes me moan. “If we get to chase them,” he murmurs.

“What?” I’m dazed, but not dazed enough to catch that dangerous glimmer in my lover’s eyes. “What?”

“Our brothers want to chase them. The new members.”

“Will you?” I blurt.

Arthur chuckles, then takes my cock back into his mouth and shakes his head. He suckles on the crown, making my mind stutter, then whispers with his lips against my slit, “I already have my perfect little slut here.” He flicks his tongue against the leaking head. “Don’t I?”

“Y-yeah,” I gasp.

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