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“Grati frates et initiati!” the Dragon roars, and my eyes snap to the front of the room to pay attention.
Together, we recite our creed back to him.
“We bide by law and sacrifice.
The flesh between a woman’s legs is our price.
To honor thy society, the truth we must seek and always our secrets we must keep.
Lies and sins we will abolish, for the cause of the brotherhood is our promise.”
“If you look around, you’ll see that not every Adam completed their tasks,” the Dragon states.
Even though Ash, Bastian, and I know who didn’t make it, we look around the room. I’m glad that Miles didn’t make the cut. I’ve always disliked him, but when he messed up Ash’s wrist, I wanted to beat the shit out of him.
Any initiates who don’t survive the trials are forced to also leave the school in disgrace. Mother Superior is told to flunk them, and she does so without asking any questions. She doesn’t know what goes on in The Locked Souls Society, but there are things that go above even her head.
She doesn’t want any part of it.
“From now on, if you see a disgraced initiate, they do not exist. They will never get a job opportunity from us, you will not speak to them, and you’ll just walk past them. They all knew the cost of failing their tasks, and their ban will last the rest of their lives. Their families will also feel the pain of siring a disgraced Adam,” the Eagle says.
This was my worst nightmare about joining The Society: that one of us wouldn’t make it. We would lose our brothers and Levi. He’d no longer be able to speak to us or mentor us, and we’d essentially be dead to him.
Thank God we all passed. Even though I know I didn’t complete my last trial, the Elders are offering lenience.
“Go to the room where you’ll find your Eve, and enjoy your night. This only happens once in your lifetime, and we have ensured your first time will be amazing. The Madden Adams, please step forward,” the Dragon barks, talking about us.
To be able to identify each pod of Adams, we take on the last name of our mentor for gatherings such as these. Otherwise, it can get very confusing.
We do as asked, and his dragon mask looks scary as hell. What do you say to the brother of the woman you love in this situation?
The Madden Adams know more about The Society, the identities of the Elders, and the inner workings than anyone else. I can’t help but feel that this is also why we have been given so many passes. It would be a shame to excommunicate us.
“These young men will have a sealed room for their time with their Eve. No one will be allowed to go in while they are there. Their Eve is special, and no one will see her in such a vulnerable way,” he says, laying down the law.
There are grumbles from The Society members behind us, and I stiffen. I wouldn’t care if Levi joined us at some point tonight, and I know there’s a secret way into the room that he knows about. I just don’t want anyone else to see Chastity in the throes of pleasure. Her noises and the way her sweet pussy squirts for me, is all ours.
“That’s enough!” Dragon roars, causing me to flinch. “There are three other rooms for you to observe. Leave the room with the dragon alone, or suffer the consequences of banishment for yourself. I am short on patience tonight.”
Jacob looks over the room, looking every bit the leader of our secret society. He was born to lead.
“Follow your mentor to your room, and enjoy your time with your Eve,” the Dragon says, and I would swear he winks at us.
Fuck, her brother both scares and confuses me.
Chapter25
After I leave the main chamber, I walk into a room that is filled with candles in wall sconces, a giant bed with red satin sheets, and the softest rugs under my feet. I was in that icy cold chamber with bare feet, and I was so close to my teeth beginning to chatter.
Thankfully, this room is comfortably warmer than the one I just left.
The door closes behind me, and I jump, squeaking.
“Get a grip, Chastity,” I mutter. I’m more excited than nervous, and am really proud of the guys.
It took a lot of sacrifice for them to be able to get here. Time drones on, but it could be five minutes or two hours. I don’t have a watch to be able to tell, and the anticipation is building.
Sitting on the bed, prepared to just go crazy as I wait, the door opens. My Adams walk in wearing white robes, their hoods drawn over their heads, leaving their faces in heavy shadows.
