Page 30 of Crown of Steel

Those words…they bring a soft rumble to my chest and a throb to my dick. I hate how I like the sound of them. How I want them to become my reality. The thought of having Régis on his knees and with my cock between his wet lips is fucking thrilling. The thought of claiming that gorgeous, curvy ass and burying my dick inside, victorious. And the thought of him being part of the family has no business sounding as sweet and melodic as it does.

Louis’s gaze radiates triumph when he turns to face me. “Well… since I got you to be quiet, I seem to be hitting the mark.” Leaving me there with a dry throat and a sneer on my face, he turns around and stalks back to the shared lounge.

He doesn’t even seem surprised when I pass him with a raspy snarl as I march to the rack to grab my coat. Louis is right though, Régis belongs to us. Tome. After all, Dad made me promise that I’d guide him, and right now, I need to guide him to his fate before our brothers do.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asks innocently, lashes fluttering with amusement.

“Yeah. I’m gonna pick up that little shit.”

“In the forest? In your sweatpants and cashmere?”

I don’t care about the pants, and after giving my Louis Vuitton coat a quick once-over, I shrug. Fuck it. Buttoning up with agile fingers, my hand lingers on the tiny bag that contains the rain coat provided by school. I shake my head in annoyed surprise, pull it back, only to snag the coat off the rack right before I open the door.

“Catch you on the flip side, bro.”

“Call me when you’ve finished?” Louis asks.

“Yeah. See you in a bit.”

Autumn has a way of fooling us. Of making us believe, when we’re still standing behind glass, that the sunshine and the fluttery, colorful leaves will shower us in gentle weather.

Wrong.

The wind is surprisingly cool and stings my cool hands and face like a bitch when I make my way outside the gardens. Despite the school employing multiple teams to maintain the acres of land that belong to castle territory, there never seem to be many students outside. Or perhaps they are, but I just don’t see them.

Perhaps they’re just like me. Over the past years, I have spent the occasional obligatory class outside, or have been for casual walks whenever I couldn’t avoid them. But mostly I spent my time either in the gym, or in class, or in the library. I’m a creature of habit, one who lives on a fixed plan that tells me how many hours I sleep, what I eat and how I spend my time. Order is imperative in order to excel.

For my future and for my family.

But right now… my hands fist in frustration. This path that was laid out for me ever since I was a teenager is in jeopardy. Because of the sweet, golden-haired kitten who’s walking less than fifty meters from me at this very moment.

I caught up with Régis pretty quickly. Where my footsteps are measured, light and fast in their determination to find my target, his are slow and casual. His blue gaze searches all around us, through the twilight, making me seriously wonder what it is that he’s so eager to find. He’s completely oblivious to my presence, that’s for sure, because he wouldn’t be so chill if he knew that he was being hunted by the big, bad wolf.

A growl escapes my throat and my cock jumps at the thought. Yeah, I like the nickname the Alpha Fraternarii gaveme. Big, because of my size, and bad, because Louis is right, I can come up with the filthiest of activities for our pupils to do during their Initiations.

Ahead of me, Régis stops and stares between the large oak trees. We have nearly reached for the cultivated part in the woods, where Gaël and his cronies keep their herb garden. If we keep on walking, less than two hundred meters from there, Régis will stumble upon the stables, hidden in the shrubs.

The sun dips behind the trees, pretty suddenly bathing us in darkness. Even from this distance I can feel his shiver, even though my vision of him is quickly fading. It’s really getting dark.

“H-hello?” He suddenly squeaks. The air fills with a different kind of breeze as it intermingles with that sweet aura that surrounds him—fear. So he is afraid. The realization makes my pace quicken. Another rumble involuntarily leaves my chest.

I can smell him before I realize that he stopped walking. Eucalyptus and burning wood, mixed with his own, unique scent, engraved in his flesh. It settles deeply in my stomach when I breathe in a thick waft of air. He smells divine.

I take another step, and my foot steps on a twig, the crunching sound echoing sharply through the chill. Shit.

“Are—are—” he wheezes, and then I hear his rapid footfalls.

“God damn it,” I mutter. The fucker is running away, right into the darkness. I don’t hesitate, but give chase. My breathing picks up and a familiar feeling nestles in my stomach…excitement. Fuck yeah, Régis is not just a plaything for the brotherhood, or a deviant as Elder Jacques calls him.

He’s about to become my little plaything.

Mon chaton.

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RÉGIS

Something rustles behind me.Creak…another twig crushes under a foot, this time closer.

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