Page 37 of Crown of Steel

“That’s right,chaton, the government.” I pause and eye him expectantly. Surely he must get it now. But instead he lets out a snort.

“You’re lying.”

“I don’t lie.” He bristles at that. “Alpha Fraternarii is the elite, Régis. I told you before, we are everywhere, and we truly are. We rule large firms, operate in politics. Wecontrolthis society and by doing so, allow others to be part of it too.”

Another bristle, though his lips are still firmly pursed.

“Our families donate huge amounts of money to good causes, to research centers for disease, to shelter associations looking after the homeless, to educational organizations that provide decent schooling. We protect those who depend on us.”

“But you look down upon them,” he rushes to snarl. His eyes flick between my eyes, sending me scowls, then drop to down where I am now leisurely stroking my cock, contemplating his accusation. My cock, that is only a few centimetres from Régis’s delectable mouth. “I don’t look down upon them,” I finally say, meaning it. “But I won’t be replaced.”

“No, you just throw them a bone every now and then to keep them satisfied,” he snarls, his words making me smile. And horny. My hands curl around his nape and he gasps.

“Spoken like a true poet.”

He ignores the irony. “I don’t want to be part of that.” My cock jolts at those words, laced with sweet, sweet loss. Because we both know how this is going to end.

“Careful what you wish for, sweet boy. Not many people are given this possibility.” I rock my hips forward a little, and Régis lets out a strangled “Non.” Then his lips part a little more. “I’ve never—”

“Ssh.” Brushing more of his curls out of his smooth face, I press my crown past his waiting lips, slowly sliding inside his mouth. It feels like fucking victory, and I let out a groan at the sudden sensation of silk and warmth that wraps around my dick. His eyes widen and lock with mine, a mixture of surprise and pride. My fingertips brush his cheeks, then move to where his lips are stretched by my rigid length. “So beautiful,chaton. Your lips are perfection wrapped around my cock. Does it feel good?”

He blinks, flushes, then nods on a jerk.

Fuckkk…

“Soon, there will be another Initiation and I need you to be there. There are only a few gatherings, but they are very important, because we will explain what is expected of our future brothers. Then, in December, we celebrateRéinvention.It’s a celebration after pupils have done their pledge and become a brother. After winter break, we will start integrating our new brothers with the outside world, so you understand what Alpha Fraternarii does for the world. And you, sweet little stepbrother, will be part of it. Or…if you don’t want it, you will pack your bags and leave this college and return to the slums. Is that what you want?”

Régis shakes his head fervently, his mouth still stuffed with my cock.

“Oh, so you do want to stay?” His eyes shoot daggers, spit dribbling down the corners of his lips. I trace it with my fingers, then smear it back onto his stretched lips, and let out a satisfied moan.

Régis nods one time, then flutters his eyes shut.

“That makes me so happy. We want you to stay as well.” Grabbing his chin between my fingers, I grind a little further inside and head for his throat without reaching it fully. His eyes fly open and he splutters a string of no doubt,objections, but the words are muffled in his full mouth.

I tilt my head back and laugh. “Oh,chaton, still complaining. Even with your mouth filled with dick.” I gaze back down on him, smoothing my fingers over his curls. His eyes roll back at the touch. His cheeks are flushed, nostrils flared. He loves it, needs the praise, but is too stubborn to admit it. Always so fucking stubborn. If that doesn’t turn me on. “Suck it good, baby, yeah…” I let out another moan and arch my back and neck until I gaze up again. “So fucking perfect.”

Eying the glassed ceiling, I see countless stars, shining bright in the dim light. It must be well past dinner time by now, but fuck me, do I care? And we’re using the Elder’s chair… My lips curl into a wicked grin. I might be the Bad Wolf, but I’m also the brains. My reputation is always at stake, especially with graduation around the corner and Dad peeking over my shoulder, as impatient as I am to head for the big world.

Which is why having my beautiful, innocent, annoying as fuck little stepbrother sucking my cock, is a terrible idea. But I don’t care. Because I have him right by the balls, and he knows it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.” Pulling my throbbing cock out of his mouth, I make a show of smearing it across his mouth, making it one big mess of saliva and pre-cum.

“I don’t want to go…” Régis splutters.

“Yes, you do.” Pushing my cock right back between his shiny lips, I pat his cheek. “And you will. You agreed, remember?” He scowls at me, his blue eyes darkened with need. “I have a mask specially made for you. You’ll love it. We’ll also wear a black cloak, because the brothers like to participate in their carnage without being recognized.”

His gaze flickers.

“Oh, you want to know what I mean?” I let out a grunt when Régis licks around my crown, hands still clenched at my hips, hanging on for dear life. “Although I must warn you, there will be a lot of sex,chaton. Our brothers are horny fuckers, and we use sex not only for pleasure. We also use it to show our power. Money and sex are the engine to it all.” Pressure builds leisurely inside me and I grind forward, picking up speed. “Keep up with me,” I rasp, and my hips dig further, and further, making the tips of his mouth leak even more. “Don’t stop.” My balls become heavy with need, drawing up even further when I hit the back of Régis’s throat. He whines, then digs his nails into my clothed thighs and pulls me in, unexpectedly, and it’s enough for me to erupt. I let out a strangled roar when bliss curls up all around me, pressing me tight, warming every centimeter of my flushed skin. I pour my release into my little stepbrother’s mouth and he drinks it all down, his throat working as he keeps my cock between his moist, puffy lips, his lashes fluttering. When the shudders have finally settled down and my toes have uncurled, I pull out, tuck myself away, then crouch in front of Régis. He looks properly debauched—face flushed, eyes drooping, lips still wet with spit and cum. Fuck, he looks perfect like this. Used by my cock, he has a glance of satisfaction around him that is so peaceful.

For once, no objections. Until he finally tilts his gaze. I don’t know what I was expecting, and frankly, with him, you neverknow, but it certainly wasn’t this cold, tenacious glare that has replaced that warm, soft expression he carried just before.

“I fucking hate you,” he grits out, though he still makes no effort to stand. Just sits there, sagged back, sending daggers. He looks exhausted, but something tells me it’s not just from the blowjob.

“Why?” I ask, still crouched in front of him.

His stare turns glassy, empty. “Mysecret. And I don’t share.” The words are nothing but a string of incoherent whispers, not meant for my ears. But I hear them. And they make me raise my brows.

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