Page 47 of Crown of Steel

Régis tilts his head, watching me. “Perhaps.”

I huff out a laugh that turns into a growl. “Perhaps? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He looks away, anger melting into something else. Something more vulnerable. His gaze dips to where my cock is begging to be taken out for a treat. He blinks. “You want me to give you—” He nudges his chin toward mycrotch, then lays back onto the pillow with a lazy curl around his mouth. I bet he doesn’t even know how sexy he looks like that. “Come on, let me make you feel better.”

I shouldn’t, not with Régis going from hot to cold, from angry to vulnerable. He’s got something up his sleeve and I can’t risk it, not with everyone looking. But fuck them, I know what I want.WhoI want. So does my dick.

Fuckinghim.

“Yeah,” I growl. Shoving all thoughts aside, I climb over his exposed sculpted stomach and pecs, then straddle his shoulders. Opening my cloak, I lower my boxers and my cock springs free, wet and impatient, its veins clearly visible. Régis eyes it without a blink, then swipes his tongue at my slit, then licks his lips. And then he smiles.

I blink, something prickling on my skin. What the fuck?

“You’re right, I had hoped it was you,” he murmurs. And before I realize what the hell that means, he suckles the crown of my dick into his mouth with a visible hum of pleasure. I groan through a clenched jaw, unable to stop the hot, sticky pleasure that glides through my vessels. Régis looks up, blue eyes filled with mischief, with that fucking glimmering challenge. Alarm bells go off, but when he takes me in deeper, my hips can’t stop from grinding, from wanting more friction. His hot, tight mouth is glorious, but I don’t miss the way we seemed to have tumbled back into our usual fighting stance. Only this time—

“Fuck,” I growl when my cock hits the back of his throat. “What the hell’s gotten into you?”

Only this time he’s got me by the balls.

Régis pulls off my cock and I hate the needy whimper that leaves my mouth. Where the fuck did that come from? How is this happening?

Swirling his tongue around my slit, he keeps a firm grip on my shaft, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “I told you before, andI’ll tell you again. I don’t need your guidance, I can protect myself.” His tongue laps up the fresh pre-cum that has gathered, then licks all the way down to my balls. I shudder, thighs clenching to keep it together. I falter when his mouth suckles in one ball, fisting my cock as my insides roar with lust.

“I’m very capable of surviving here at Saint-Laurent, big brother.” He suckles in my other ball, and I clench my jaw again as I tremble. “Wouldn’t you agree?” He whispers against my balls, then puffs some more air on my shaft, as he moves his lips back to my tip. Fuck, oh fuck… “I’m going to make you come, then you’re going to leave me alone, and I will tell Dad that you are being such a good, big brother to me. Okay?”

“No.” I grumble, sounding desperate. He chuckles hoarsely and I shake my head. This little bitch. Who the fuck does he think he is?

“I won’t get in your way if you don’t get in mine. Now, why don’t you give me a little nod so I can finish what I started?” He flicks at my crown, fast and light, making my skin burn with desire. My balls draw up, feeling heavy and so ready to spill, but my mind is not ready. He was supposed to bemyplaything.

Then Régis pulls my cock away and gives me a pout. “Oh, I must have misread. You don’t want to come?” He starts to wiggle under me, as if he wants to leave, and that’s all it takes for me to lose it. I push him down onto the cushion, ignoring his cackle, only satisfied once I’ve stuffed his mouth with my cock again.

“I won’t be blackmailed, you little rat,” I grumble. His mouth is like heaven, but he doesn’t…he doesn’t... “Get your dirty mouth back on my cock,chaton.” I need it. Need to come. Need it. My grinding becomes sloppy in my desperate search for release. “Oh, fuck,” I rasp when I can feel it close, but not close enough to reach. “Suck it, come on.” Our eyes collide. His flicker knowingly. “Okay,” I whisper, then roll my hips again. “Okay, damn it. I’ll give you space. But you can’t, I won’t—” No oneelse. You can’t have anyone else. I swallow the words before I make an even bigger fool out of myself. Régis shakes his head, his gaze softening. Then he hums around my cock, and I moan in the air when he picks up on his perfect suction around my sensitive flesh. “Fuck…yeah.” I’m not going to last. “I’m—” I gasp, and then I explode. Scorching hot licks of fire buzz through my veins, making my body hot and cold at the same time as I roar, flesh sensitive, first from the orgasm, then from the aftermath. Because the intensity of my emotions makes me feel vulnerable, and that is a whole new sentiment to me. I don’t like it. Don’t like the way Régis licks his puffy, wet lips, and smirks at me.

“If I catch you doing that to another guy, I’ll have your ass on a fucking plate,” I threaten. Am I too possessive? Absolutely. And I can promise him this, he hasn’t fucking seen nothing yet.

His smirk turns into a full-blown smile. He looks so handsome, which annoys the shit out of me. I don’t even know why that makes him smile. Seriously, he can’t believe his own bullshit, right? He should know me by now. There’s no way in hell that I’ll stop guiding him if that's what it takes to insure my future. If he really thinks that this is all it takes to get rid of me, he’s stupid.

Suddenly I’m no longer in the mood for games. It’s late and I’m tired.

I have not lost this fucking round. I get up from his luscious body and reorganize my cloak. Then, ignoring the curious look from my brothers—most of them in much more compromising positions—I head for the door.

Then why does it feel like I have?

With a clipped bow to both Elder Jacques and Monsieur Z, who are still talking in hushed voices by the door with their cocks being serviced, I leave.

12

RÉGIS

That night, the three of us make it back to our dorm in utter silence. I can’t believe Arthur left right after we…after I…my mask cracks at the memory. Too many thoughts in my mind.

What the hell just came raging right at me? What…whoarethese people? These…these brothers? I’m not sure what I really expected from tonight, not after Arthur warned me so thoroughly. But…not this. This was truly creepy. Everything from the cloaks to the masks. The chanting and the heaving. That man with his cane, and the other one with his dick out. That was nearly me there, nearly me on my knees with a stranger’s cock in my mouth. My chest constricts at the thought, gut churning with something close to panic as I follow Gaël through the narrow maze and back to our dorm.

Someone had come to my rescue. Someone who had offered his services instead. Who would do such a thing?

A strong hand claps my shoulder briefly, making me jump from the chaos in my head. Turning over my shoulder, I gaze right into those perceptible, onyx eyes. It’s Louis. He doesn’tutter a word, but the goofy grin he shares is one that has my shoulders relax a little.

This too will pass.

I can’t believe I did that. Can’t believe I had the actual balls to intimidate Arthur the way I did. But when they caught me in that circle, something snapped inside me. Call it survival instinct, but I needed to get away from under this heavy wing of control. This unyielding corner he’s got me backed up in. It felt suffocating, and he won’t listen to me, he never listens to me…so this felt like the only way out.

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