Every part of him belongs to me now—officially, publicly, completely.
“Everyone can see who you really are now,” I growl, releasing his cock to grip his hips, watching my cock disappear into his ass with each powerful thrust. “No more hiding. No more pretending.”
Sweat glistens across his back in the candlelight. I slide my fingers under his shirt and rake my nails down his spine, leaving angry red lines that mark him as thoroughly as my cock marks him inside.
“Look at them watching you,” I command, yanking his head up by his hair. “See how they want what only I get to have.”
I slow my pace, making each slide tortuously deep. “Feel me, Elliot. Feel every. Fucking. Inch.”
“Julian, please,” he moans. It’s the first coherent thing he’s said since we started, and the sound of my name on his lips is like kryptonite.
“Please, what?” I tease, stilling inside him. “Tell me what you want.”
His hesitation lasts mere seconds before need overwhelms anything else. “Please don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”
I reward him by slamming home, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the chamber.
“More,” he pants. “Harder. Make me come. Please, Julian, I need to come.”
His begging makes me feral. I reach around and grasp his cock again, finding it pulsing.
“You want to come while I fuck your tight little ass in front of everyone?” I ask, stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts. “Beg me for it.”
“Please,” he cries out, abandoning all restraint. “Make me come! I need it. I need you to make me come. Please, Julian!”
“Fuck, come for me,” I growl, driving into him so hard that I’m amazed he isn’t thrown off balance. My hand strokes his cock, feeling it pulse and swell. “Be a good boy and come for your king. Now.”
The effect of my words is immediate. Elliot’s entire body goes rigid, muscles tensing as he cries out my name. His cock explodes in my grip, violent bursts of hot cum shooting across the platform, splattering onto the mirrored dais, and even reaching the edge where onlookers gasp.
“That’s it,” I hiss, watching his release paint the altar. “Show everyone how good I make you feel.”
The sight of him coming undone, combined with the way his ass clenches around my cock pushes me over the edge. White-hot pleasure courses through me as my orgasm hits with overwhelming intensity.
“Take all my cum,” I growl, emptying myself inside him. “You’re so fucking good, you’re making me breed this tight little ass, until my cum drips from it. Mine.”
Each pulse of my cock sends another hot splash inside him. I dig my fingers into his hips, leaving one more set of beautiful marks that will be visible tomorrow.
“Filling you up,” I grunt through clenched teeth. “Everyone here knows who you belong to now.”
As the last waves of pleasure subside, I yank Elliot upright against my chest, his back pressing against me. In one fluid motion, I reach up and tear off my mask, exposing my face before the entire assembly—something I’ve never done before. And then I pull my dick out of his ass and spin him around to crush my lips to his in a bruising kiss, unconcerned with the shocked murmurs rippling through the crowd. Our semi-hard cocks press together, sticky with our combined release, as I claim his mouth as thoroughly as I claimed his body.
21
ELLIOT
Istumble through my apartment door and collapse against it, sliding down until I hit the floor. My body aches in ways I’ve never experienced—evidence of Julian’s thorough claiming. The memory of being bent over on the dais, of everyone seeing me?—
“Fuck.” I bury my face in my hands. “What have I done?”
For years, I’ve hidden who I am. Years of careful deflection, of dating women I felt nothing for, of building walls so high even I couldn’t see over them. And in the space of seventy-two hours, Julian Frost tore it all down in front of everyone who matters in Ravenwood.
I drag myself to the shower, turning the water scalding hot as if it might wash away what happened. But as the water pounds against my skin, I can still feel Julian’s hands, his mouth, his cock. I can still hear the gasps from the crowd, see their shocked faces.
“You’ve ruined everything,” I whisper to my reflection in the steamy mirror once I’ve finished washing. But my traitor of a body remembers the pleasure, the freedom, the release of finally being seen.
My phone vibrates on the counter. Mike’s name flashes across the screen.
“Hey,” I answer.
