Page 107 of Crown of Steel

“So fucking tight,” I praise, and I lean in further on the palms of my hands as I capture Régis’s puffy mouth. “So good,” I murmur against his lips. They are wet and sweet when he presses them onto me, revealing soft words. He’s once again begging for more though I don’t think he realizes the sounds he makes, tempting me with those piercing eyes to bring him release. “You make me feel so good, little brother. So fucking good.” Grabbing a handful of those luscious golden waves, I lift his head with his mouth still glued to mine. His hot, tight ass is still milking my cock. His hand flies to the back of my head and he squeezes my nape, keeping me in position. I growl, but whileI let him keep me steady, my lips are in charge, licking and nipping and dragging my tongue and teeth all around inside his mouth. When I bite onto his tongue, he lets out a yelp but his body shudders urgently. He’s close.

“Is this what I’ll be getting every day?” I ask against his lips. He lets out a smile, lips puffy and swollen, a glassy gaze in his eyes. “Fuck, baby—” My stomach tenses with a nearing orgasm, and my thrusts become sloppy as pleasure threatens to pull me under.

“S’il te plait,” Régis begs. “Come.”

And that’s it. That’s all it takes for me to lose complete control. I rock my hips and give him another few thrusts before my body tenses up. “Fuck—” My heavy balls combust and my orgasm rattles through me like a freight train, blazing mercilessly through my entire body. I come on a howl, body convulsing as I collapse above Régis. He whines, and with my after-orgasm brain still foggy, I pull out, then spin him around and onto his back. His gorgeous, weeping cock is hard as rock, veiny and wet and I don’t hesitate. I swallow it down all the way to the back of my throat and suck like my life depends on it. Régis shudders and shouts, body shaking as he sobs and moans. And then he fills my mouth with his sweet release. I swallow it down, greedily, milking him frantically until he pushes me away. I leave a last lick on his slit, then press a kiss onto his lower stomach. Régis is still shaking when I come back up and take him into my arms, pulling us both under the blankets and turning to face one another. Bringing him even closer to my chest, I mumble, “L’amour de ma vie.”

“And you are the love of mine,” he muses, then yawns. “Can we go to sleep? I’m exhausted.”

I turn my head, catching his hooded eyes through the dim light of the room. His face is close to mine, his scent blanketing my senses. Without a single thought, I lean in and rub my nose against his, making him giggle as he returns the gesture.

Outside the room the other guys are chatting as they get on with their whereabouts. It’s only Thursday night, but right now it feels that all the nights of the entire week have been jammed into one, single night. “I was nervous too,” I whisper into the darkness. Régis doesn’t reply, his breathing altered to light, regular snores. “I’m just not used to sharing those feelings. I was afraid that Dad wouldn’t accept us. That he’d take away my future, both with you and within the business. I don’t know who I’d be without all that.” I let those thoughts grate my mind while my eyes search around Régis’s room. They land on the cage. The one he agreed to getting rid of.

“What was it like?” Régis asks, the words barely a whisper that make my ears strain with awareness. I don’t think my love has ever asked me a question about me and the life I lived before we met.

“What was what like?” I prompt, needing to be sure that we are on the same page. Because I want to talk to him despite our fatigue, want him to know. About me. He can know everything about me. But I’m not the type to overshare. Never have been.

“To be the golden boy of the family? The one who can’t afford to be nervous or make mistakes?” His head shifts and I can feel him looking at me.

Releasing a shuddering breath, I take my time answering. To be frank, I didn’t expect him to ask this, though I should have. Régis is perceptive enough to have captured my earlier conflict despite my bravado. Because…he’s right, I’m used to puffing up my chest and I know how I come across. I’m irreplaceable. “I don’t think I realized that I always had to be the tough one until I met you,” I admit. In my arms, Régis lets out a soft smile that makes his chest rattle against mine.

“No?” He asks, though he doesn’t sound amused.

“No. Before I met you, I lived a pretty one-sided life. I was just… me. It was clear from a pretty young age that between me and Louis, I was the studious type. So when the time came, the family agreed that I would take over Deveraux Holding one day. There are only two other members of my generation, and both Louis and Gaël don’t have any business ambitions. They agreed to me taking that place, and there I was.”

“There you were,” Régis repeats, his lips brushing against my neck.

“Yeah. Before, I didn’t fear anything, never had to. We have always sheltered each other in the family, and having a twin makes that even stronger. Me and Louis, we are one. That changed when I met you,chaton. You made my heart tremble. I hated you that very first time I met you. Because you put me out of balance, made me feel things I had never felt before.”

Régis’ teeth nip in the skin of my neck, marking me in the softest, yet most persistent ways possible. It makes my body tingle with pleasure. He releases my flesh, then murmurs, “What things?”

“Oh, you want me to spell it out for you, yeah?” I tease and he chuckles, then takes my flesh back between his grip, and pleasure escalates to a sense of belonging. “You were sweet, Régis. Timid and snappy. A feisty mystery. So beautiful. I guess I wanted you right away, but I didn’t want to. I was afraid that you’d take my life away.”

Régis lets go of my skin again and laps at the sting. “That I would replace you?” He asks, hot breath against the mark.

I shrug in the dim light. “I guess.”

“Hmm.” He settles himself against the crook of my neck, curling a leg over another as he gets comfortable, clearly wanting to be as close to me as possible. “I would never want to take over your future. Together, yes. But not without you. I’m nothing without you,mon coeur.” One of his arms rounds my waist and dips his head, squeezing his chin against my chest. And then he lets out a satisfied hum. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I like wicked Arthur, but I like nervous Arthur too,” Régis teases, making me grin.

“Don’t get used to him too much, little brother. He’ll rarely come out to play.”

Régis giggles, and I kiss his head, pressing him impossibly close. “Fait de beaux rêves, chaton.”

“You too,” he replies almost immediately, making my eyes close with a soft smile. Smart ass.

Something has changed. I can feel it the moment I walk into Régis’s bedroom, and catch him sitting at his desk, instead of hanging with the guys outside in the shared lounge, ready to celebrate Gael’s birthday. At first I think he’s studying, which shouldn’t surprise me. But when I come closer, I realize something is missing.

The cage.

“Where is—” Did he get rid of it? Or did he simply move it? No, he got rid of it, I realize in a flash. Without telling me. That should make me proud, that should make his fierceness even more radiant, but selfish me feels left out. Why wouldn’t he share such an important moment with me?

He must see me staring, because Régis huffs out a little laugh. It’s a sad one, though, mingled with relief. I recognize that smile. It’s the one I’ve become to notice when he’s about to say something important. When his big brain has been stewing, and he has been agonizing over the words for too long.

“It’s still here,” he finally says, then with a sigh, points toward the closet. “But I think it’s time. I think I’m ready to let go.” The doors are ajar, and when I take a closer look, I catch sight of the glimmering steel. He has shoved the cage inside, though it won’t exactly fit. The damn thing is too big to just fucking throw away, and just the right size for him to keep crawling inside. Agrowl forms its way in my throat as the thought splashes through my core, its instant fury making me a little light-headed.

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