Page 67 of Crown of Steel

That thought gets me even more aroused, stomach tightening and releasing as I shudder on the bed. When he finally pulls them out, a whine escapes my throat. Arthur puts on the condom, then pours even more lube onto his thick cock. Grabbing hold of my thighs, he pulls up one leg and hooks it over his shoulder, followed by the other one. It’s making me fully exposed, and my hands snake out to reach my stomach, ready to protect myself.

He’s looking at my hole, toying with it with a slick finger. “Fuck, so gorgeous,” he mumbles. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted this ass. Ever since you walked into our home with those big, blue eyes and those delicious lips, that delectable stammer. I knew I shouldn’t want you, that it was wrong, but fuck…” He licks his lips slowly, catching my hungry gaze. “Did I want to.” My eyes flutter and my heart pounds ferociously. Those words do something to me, something they shouldn’t do at all. But fuck me, if I don’t like to hear how we’ve shared that mutual feeling of conflict.

“And now I gotta have you.” He lifts my knees over his shoulder,then lines up his cock right at my entrance. Rubbing both my ass cheeks, he spreads them apart, humming as he slowly takes me in from head to toe. I’m lying on my back, naked, my back arched as my knees are hooked over his shoulders, ass exposed. I should feel embarrassed, but the hungry, appreciative gaze in his charcoal eyes makes me feel desired instead. “A nice and slick hole for my eager cock. Fuck kitten, you’re making me so hot.” Tipping the head of his cock right inside my wet hole, Arthur lets out a pleased hum. Time dips when I gaze at the slow motion that is the intermingling of our bodies. Slowly, ever so slowly, Arthur penetrates my ass. When my muscles clench, he halts, fisting my cock until I shudder and pant for more. He continues his invasion gently and thoroughly. We stop two more times because he can’t get in any further, my muscles too strained for him to tunnel any deeper.

And then… we let out a mutual shudder.

“So good, little stepbrother. Look at that.” My legs have gone slack, chest heaving from exertion. “I’m all the way inside you, Régis. How does that feel,chaton? How does it feel to be claimed by your big stepbrother?”

“You haven’t claimed me,” I balk on a moan. “I told you I’d fight you.”

Arthur’s eyes gleam maliciously, but his actions are careful. “Come on then, give me your claws, and let me fuck you nice and slow.”

He pulls out almost entirely, growling as he does so, then leisurely pushes back in. It feels so full, so impossibly full, and it hurts. I think. Clawing my hands into the sheets, my brain scrambles to understand that he’s hitting that same spot again…and again. I let out a cry, my back arching as I search for more.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Arthur growls. “Fuck,chaton, so good.” He tilts his head and lets out a howl, muscles rippling as he keeps on rocking his hips, plundering and pounding as his cock owns my ass. “I’ll teach you to be my obedient little boy,”he hisses through clenched teeth, sounding agitated in his ferocity. “I’ll have you when I want you, how I want you. You’re all mine,chaton. All mine to fuck.”

“You’re delusional,” I seethe. Arthur grabs hold of my ankle, using it for leverage to ravage me even deeper. “You’re a narcissist punk. You—Fuck!” My choked rambling turns into a hoarse cry, my entire body locking up. Arthur releases my cock, then makes a show of lapping at his palm before putting it right back. Firm and warm around my shaft, stroking me in rhythm with his thrusts. It feels so fucking good. So good. My eyes roll back, and I let out an unhinged grunt. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” Arthur grunts. “Fuck.” He leans forward and crushes my lips to his in a demanding, heated kiss. Our tongues curl as he works my cock with furious, fast strokes. And my ass…

“Ahhh.” I come to a blinding peak, and my legs go wobbly, knees giving out against Arthur’s shoulders. I can feel myself clenching around his width as my dick pulses in his hand, scattered heat shooting all throughout my body. Everything seems to happen in slow motion. His tongue in my mouth suddenly feels electrified, and the hand on my hip becomes searing hot. My chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and warm lips touch the side of my neck. His stubble grazes over my skin, and he groans.

Like a train that slowly comes to a halt, time, sighing and rattling, comes to a stop. My thoughts, my ever spinning thoughts, desist. It’s elating. Arthur looks up at me, his onyx stare gazing right through my unguarded fences, and I can only smile. “You’re so beautiful,” I breathe. It’s true. He’s the most striking man I’ve ever met.

He brushes a lock behind my ear, but doesn’t speak. Slowly, he pulls out of me, slides off the condom and wraps it up and puts it back into the wrapper. Tossing it on the floor by the bed, he curls the blankets back around us.

“No more nightmares now,” he mumbles against my ear. “Big brother will chase them away.”

“Shut up,” I grumble, but I can’t stop my lips from ticking up.

“Gladly so. I’m fucking exhausted and you prove to be a lot of work.”

“That’s your own fault. You didn’t have to take me on as some voluntary project.”

“I did.”

“No, you didn’t.” I yawn, and he rubs the skin above my thigh. “And I’ll fight you off, every time again.”

“Sleep now.”

I do, drifting off once more under the shade of the moonlight, with Arthur’s arms tightly curled around my waist. “I’ll fight you,” I can’t help but mumble. Can’t help the smile to curl my lips upward either.

“Couche-toi.” Go to sleep, kitten.

16

RÉGIS

Iwake from the slice of light invading the room through the narrow space between my curtains. Fluttering my lashes, I blink the brightness away. It takes me a moment to realize I’m still in bed, though curled up into a ball and naked under the sheets. I’m cold, my body a shivering, wrecked mess.

I’m also alone. Arthur is nowhere to be found, making the bed once more drearily big. And yet…I can’t get myself to leave the sheets, my mind too fuzzy, my body still too tired.

Rolling onto my back, I try to calm my rapidly increasing state of panic. He’s my stepbrother… What the hell were we thinking?

God… it felt so good. My stomach flutters. It was the most erotic experience I’ve ever had. And it can never ever happen again.

It’s Saturday today, and judging by the voices outside, some time in the late morning. Somewhere a ball bounces, followed by laughter and hoots. Football practice. I imagine Louis being out there, and Jo. I should still go and watch him play. If football is starting, it means tennis too, and that group that always jogs through the forest on weekend mornings.Yoga, and pilates. Study group in the library. The special bus that takes students into town for their weekly shopping. Somewhere in the background I hear the vague sound of the piano.

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