“Fucking delicious,” he groans. “But I want more.”
To my shock, Julian reaches for the plate. He picks up a morsel of food covered in my cum and holds it up.
“I want to eat that food covered in your cum, baby.”
He pops it into his mouth, groaning obscenely as he chews and swallows. His cock twitches inside me as he takes another bite, and another, devouring my release with obvious pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls.
His thrusts become erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck. “I’m going to fill you up,” he pants. “Mark you from the inside.”
With a final, brutal thrust, Julian buries himself completely inside me and groans. I feel his cock pulse, flooding me with hot spurts of cum.
Julian reaches around to grab my chin, his fingers digging into my jaw as he wrenches my face to the side. His lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue—messy, demanding, consuming. He licks into my mouth hungrily, as if he can’t get enough even after everything we’ve already shared.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips, loud enough for everyone to hear.
I’m still trying to catch my breath, my body hypersensitive from my orgasm, and yet I kiss him back with equal fervor. His possessiveness should frighten me, but instead it sends a fresh wave of desire through my spent body.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are wild, filled with a hunger that doesn’t make sense. Why me? Julian Frost could have anyone in this room—any woman, any man. I’ve seen him at countless Purgatory events with beautiful women hanging off his arm. For years, I’d assumed he was bisexual as I’d seen him engage with Theo but he seemed primarily interested in women. The way he’d flirt at events, always leaving with a stunning date on his arm.
Yet here he is, treating me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched, the most delicious meal he’s ever tasted. There’s an obsessive quality to the way his fingers keep returning to my face, my neck, my chest—like he needs to remind himself that I’m real constantly.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he murmurs against my ear.
I don’t understand what he sees in me. I’m just Elliot Chambers—the guy who’s been hiding his entire life, who’s never been brave enough to live honestly. But the way Julian looks at me makes me feel like I’m something rare, something worth claiming in front of all these people.
God help me, I’m already craving more of him. Each touch, each possessive mark of his hands feels like a drug I didn’t know I needed until now. One taste of Julian Frost and I’m already addicted.
20
JULIAN
The feast concludes with a procession into the orgy room, now transformed for the claiming ceremony. I guide Elliot beside me; his legs still unsteady from our activities at the dinner table. My cum leaks down his thigh—a visible marker of my possession that fills me with savage satisfaction.
The room glows with dozens of candles, casting dancing shadows across white marble floors. Plush chaises and divans form a circle around a raised and mirrored dais in the center—the claiming altar.
I pull Elliot against me, pressing my lips to his ear. “Soon, everyone will know you’re mine for the year. Officially.”
His body trembles against mine. “I didn’t know you could claim another hunter.”
“You can’t,” I reply, watching Xavier take his position with Mira perched on his lap. “But I’m going to change that.”
I guide Elliot to a nearby chaise where Theo is lounging.
“Wait here,” I command, brushing my thumb across his swollen lower lip. “I’ll be back for you.”
Across the room, Xavier watches with interest as Landon claims Sadie, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm on theplatform. I wait for an appropriate moment before approaching with my mind set on one goal.
“Xavier,” I say, my voice cutting through the sounds of pleasure around us. His eyes meet mine, cold and assessing.
“I want Elliot for the year.”
Xavier’s expression remains impassive. “That goes against every rule we’ve established.”
“Rules can be changed.” I keep my tone measured, professional—the same voice I use to close our most delicate financial transactions. “Elliot participated as prey both in the orgy chamber and the feast. He submitted beautifully. I want him as mine.”
Xavier’s gaze shifts toward Elliot, who sits beside Theo, looking thoroughly debauched yet still elegant. I follow Xavier’s line of sight, watching as Elliot nervously adjusts his open shirt, his eyes repeatedly darting in my direction.