Chapter 8
AREK
My phone ringing with a video call pulls my attention from my book. The group chat I have with my siblings is flashing across my screen. Setting my book aside, I answer the call. All three faces of my siblings fill the screen.
Orev looks exactly like me. It’s like looking into a mirror…
except for that stupid fucking scar on his jaw that I despise with everything inside me.
Choosing to look different is one thing.
Like Uncle Avory, purposefully growing his hair out and grooming a full beard so he doesn’t look identical to his triplet brothers anymore. It’s purposeful.
This was not a choice, and I hate it. I glare at that stupid scar every time I see him. Damn brother, having his body marked without my permission to look different from me.
Rosalie is a pretty blonde with bright blue eyes, just like our Granddad Jalon.
She gets the blonde hair from our father, Oakley.
The rest of us look like the vast majority of Van Dorens, with dark hair and brown eyes.
Adalaide isn’t any different. She’s tall, sleek, and stunning.
She’s the beautiful poster child of stunning Van Doren lineage.
“I hear you have a female stalker,” Rosalie says with far too much glee in her voice.
I narrow my eyes, lips pressing tightly together. “She doesn’t like that I follow her brother, so she thinks she’s going to ward me off by turning the tables on me.”
“Maybe dad needs to teach you how to stalk your prey properly,” Orev suggests. “They’re not supposed to know you’re stalking them.”
I set the phone down, propping it against my Van Doren water bottle, and lean back in my chair. “First, I’m not stalking him. Not really. I don’t need to. Second, this guy is absolutely oblivious to attention on him. It’s a little concerning.”
Adalaide bursts into laughter, and I narrow my eyes again.
“Sorry,” she says, covering her mouth. “Your shirt is distracting.”
I look down to read my shirt. There’s a silhouette of a rooster, and the words read ‘Remember to love yourself as much as you love your cock’. Looking up again, I find all three of my siblings laughing.
“Which of you thought it would be funny to swap out all my shirts?” I ask, frowning.
“Actually, it was Uncle Ellory’s suggestion,” Rosalie says. “So we spent a couple weeks poking through the website he sent us and choosing a couple dozen shirts.”
Sighing, I shake my head. “Ridiculous.”
“Have you worn the ‘no baby on board’ one yet?” Orev asks.
I flip him off. Actually, I don’t hate that shirt. To be honest, I don’t hate any of the shirts. They’re kind of funny.
“Anyway,” I say. “What do you want? Did you call just to harass me about Kole?”
“Kinda,” Rosalie says. “Haven’t seen your pretty face in a while either.”
“Orev is still there. Look at him and you won’t miss me so much.”
Orev smirks.
“What’s going on at home?” I ask.
“Rosie has a girlfriend,” Adalaide says with a sly smile.
Rosalie huffs. “I don’t. She’s just someone from the coffee shop in town that I’ve hung out with a couple times.”
“We have phenomenal coffee on the Estate,” Adalaide says. Orev and I nod in agreement. “I know it’s not the coffee that has you going into town.”
“Tell Arek about the guy you’re fucking,” Rosalie counters.
Adalaide shrugs. “Brody is this super big and hunky guy on the security patrol, and he takes dick just as good as he gives.”
“Brody,” I repeat, thinking of our cousin Brodrie.
“Look, if I avoid every guy with the same or similar name to someone in our family, there’s not going to be anyone left in the world,” Adalaide says. “There’s like a hundred thousand Van Dorens because we breed like rabbits.”
Rosalie snorts. Orev nods in agreement.
“Orev?” I ask.
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not fucking Brody, no matter how well he takes or gives dick.”
“He’s back to refusing to admit that he wants his co-worker.”
Orev works in the tech lab of the Van Doren empire. Generally speaking, the techs operate in teams. When our cousin, Emerson, took over the office, that was one of the things he put into place. Teams. Two to four brains are better than one.
Orev doesn’t play well with others usually, so his partner is someone we grew up with.
Lanzo Deth. He’s our age and shares the same antisocial disorder we have.
His father works in the contracts department with our dad and Uncle Myro.
Which means he and his two brothers practically grew up on the Estate with us.
Lanzo is just like Orev and me. He’s a clinically diagnosed psychopath. Just like his father. He and Orev have had this push/pull relationship since we were kids. They’re friends with benefits on a good day. On a bad day, Orev wants to strangle him.
Orev’s eyes are hooded as he stares into the screen. “He’s seeing some floozy, which proves he has shit taste in men, so why would I want him anyway?”
“I feel like that’s a little self-deprecating, brother,” Adalaide says, frowning.
“Then it came out wrong. I do love myself like I love my cock.”
I snort. Both of our sisters laugh.
A notification flashes across my screen.
Kylen Orange 12:49
My stomach flips in anticipation. My cock jumps in excitement.
I get up, grabbing my phone, and head for my bedroom door.
The Hush card is sitting on the shelf beside my door in the little plant pot there.
It has cocks sticking out from the sides, and there’s a pretty succulent inside.
A gift from my sisters to bring with me to college.
“I have to go,” I say.
“Why?” Orev asks, a knowing smirk on his face.
“I’m about to get my dick sucked by a perfect, tight ass.”
Both of my sisters give obnoxious ooooooohs until I disconnect the call.
I take the stairs to the first floor two at a time and hurry down the hall to the back door.
I purposefully stay close to the building that we use for Hush Anonymous at the beginning of each shift.
Just in case Kylen is feeling horny. There’s not a chance in hell that I’ll let anyone else touch him. I will lose my shit.
I jog down the sidewalk until I reach the old Victorian that’s seen better days.
It’s a building we share with the omegas and the two sororities, and together, we’re slowly raising money to rebuild it authentically.
Hush and Hush Anonymous have brought in a lot of money during their operation.
We’ve managed to fix up another third of the first floor.
For obvious, expensive reasons, we’re saving the kitchen and the majority of the bathrooms for the last third of the first-floor restoration.
Those rooms, with their plumbing and shit, are going to be incredibly expensive.
Honestly, it’s been kind of fun to see the changes. I won’t say that I’m sold on restoring old houses, but I can appreciate all the hard work and how beautiful it looks once it’s put back together.
I arrive in the middle foyer with four minutes to spare.
Kylen is always the last to go into a room.
Which means I have ten minutes tops to get here before they begin letting in the second round.
There are two layers of privacy for the guys going into the rooms. The first wave—the men who wait in the rooms with the lights off—begin in this middle foyer, led in by one of the DIK brothers through a side entrance.
The second wave—those who choose the key and spend the entire time in the dark—are led in through the front door by one of the frat brothers.
As a member of DIK, I have special access to all our operations.
I can erase anyone’s name from the Confessions schedule to fuck someone specific, as long as it’s not another frat brother.
If I were straight, I could do the same at Rumor.
At Hush and Hush Anonymous, I have the same access privilege.
As long as I show up in time, I can be the first in for the first or second wave, allowing me first pick of room or ass.
So here I am, dick already thick and hard as we wait to be let in. Orange. Kylen has never been in the orange room. I wonder if he’s challenging me.
The door opens, and Jamie gives me an amused smile. I’m sure they’ve figured me out by this point. I know they haven’t said so to Kylen because that’s breaking the NDAs.
I hold up the Hush card as I follow him in. He raises a brow and gestures for me to head to Jesse, who has the phone in his hand as he records us coming in.
“Van Doren,” Jesse greets, and holds up the basket.
The orange ribboned key is sitting right on top, so I pick it up and meet his eye. Though he doesn’t look into my eyes, there’s a knowing smile on his face as he taps on his phone.
Toby leads me down the hall toward the door with the orange ribbon.
We’re silent. He doesn’t give me the usual spiel.
Not since a few visits ago, when I recited it for him.
Last visit, I told him that unless there’s something new to add, then I don’t need to hear it again.
I remember it, and I’ll repeat it back to him if he’d like.
He flashes the white light of his flashlight on the orange ribbon on the door before flipping the light back to red. I use the key to let myself in.
“Have fun, man,” Toby says quietly.
I let the door shut behind me and close my eyes to help my vision adjust to the darkness.
Kylen shifts on the bed. A thrill of excitement races through my body, and I open my eyes.
The dim, glowing lines give me the layout of the room.
Not much different from any other. There’s always a large bed in the center of the room, flanked by nightstands where we find supplies and toys.
There’s always a table just inside the door, too.
Otherwise, the rest of the furniture changes little. Usually, there’s another surface somewhere and another piece of furniture or two. Today, it’s a large armchair with a hassock.
I set the key on the table while kicking off my shoes. The only sounds in the room are made by me as I strip. As I do with every visit, I gather supplies before climbing onto the bed. As soon as Kylen feels the bed dip, he releases a heavy, nervous breath.
My hand slides across the bedding until I reach his wrist and give him a firm squeeze. He inhales sharply. He doesn’t know it’s me yet. Not until I slide my hand up his body and grip his neck. That’s when he releases the tension he’s holding onto. That’s when he recognizes me.
I climb over him, pushing his legs wide with my knees, while I shift my grip from his neck to the side of his face. Touching his lip, his jaw, the length of his throat. “Little kit,” I murmur.
He reaches for me then. His touch is soft, tentative. As if he’s looking for permission. He only started touching me last week. Reaching for me as soon as he’s sure without a doubt that it’s me. His soft hands smooth up my arms and over my shoulders, and he tugs me down so our mouths come together.
I let my weight come down on his body, and Kylen moans sweetly into my mouth. His hips rock up against mine. Needy. So, so needy.
“I need you to fuck me,” he whispers. “Please. I need you.”
I had plans to take my time and explore his body a little more. Get him off with my fingers. With my hand. While I sucked on his neck and nipples. Licked his pits. Ate his ass.
But the need in his voice has me changing my mind. Instead, I ready his hole as he clings to me. Kissing me hungrily. While I stretch and lube him, I let him lead the kiss. He’s still a little clumsy when kissing. He often loses the rhythm, and I have to pull him back.
As with every time I first enter his body, I wrap him in my arms tightly and ease my way into his tight hole, stretching him the rest of the way on my cock. He whines, body nearly vibrating with need. He clings to me, breaths rough and choppy in my ear as I slide inside him.
He hisses, grunts. Sometimes his body flinches, and I slow down or stop moving entirely as he adjusts. I’m not huge. I have a nice dick. A good size, I think. I’ve been inside my fair share of holes and have never had any complaints.
It’s not my size that makes entering his body slowly necessary. It’s how fucking tight this man is. So tight. Like he resets entirely as soon as my cock leaves him.
“Relax, my little kit,” I murmur in his ear. “There you go. You just needed me to talk to you, didn’t you? You needed to hear my voice. Make sure it’s me who’s entering your body.”
Kylen nods. His nails dig into my back as he moans. The rest of his tension leaves, including the way his ass was clenched. I slide the rest of the way inside him with no resistance. His spine curls as he moans loudly.
“You’re such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he groans.
“I think we need to get a little more adventurous today.”
“I need you to get me off. Please.”
“I will. Promise. Do you trust me, kit?”
He nods eagerly. So I slowly leave his body, which he complains loudly about.
Something that makes me grin like the crazy fucker I am.
I drag him to the edge of the bed and turn him onto his stomach, bending him over the side.
The bed is high enough, and he’s short enough, that he’s on his toes for leverage.
Grinning, I root the insides of my feet against the backs of his to keep him in place and press my palm into his back, right between his shoulders, to keep him face down. He whimpers as I slide my dick back inside him.
One day, there won’t be a condom separating us. One day, I’m going to fill his fucking ass with my seed and plug him up after so he’s forced to carry my seed inside him for the rest of the day. All day.
The thought makes me less than gentle as I begin fucking him. Kylen is here for it. I fuck him all over the room today and cover as many surfaces as I can with his cum. I make sure he gets off as often as I can without touching his dick, because he doesn’t like that.
Then I curl around him and hold him tightly in my arms as he catches his breath and drifts off into a contented sleep.
I don’t sleep, though. Instead, my brain is coming up with different scenarios where I make this man mine outside of Hush Anonymous. How do I ease his fear of me so he knows who he belongs to?
Honestly, it’s safer for everyone that way. I will turn violent if someone touches this man.