Chapter 20 Julian
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 the platform. 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.
A moment passes before Xavier speaks. “Very well,” he announces, his voice carrying through the chamber. “You may go next.”
I exhale sharply, only then realizing I’d been holding my breath. The relief washing through me is unexpected—a crack in my typically impenetrable control.
“I claim Elliot Chambers for one full year,” I announce, my voice cutting through the chamber with absolute authority. “He belongs to me.”
The words feel right in my mouth. Powerful. True. I watch Elliot grip the edge of his chair until his knuckles turn white, his face a beautiful mix of terror and desire.
“Julian, I...” His voice breaks, and something in me thrills at the sound.
“Stand up,” I command, savoring the control I have over this man who spent so long hiding himself.
Elliot rises on unsteady legs. I drink in the sight of his tall, muscular frame, the ink marking his skin that his suits usually hide from the world. The proper gallery owner transformed into something raw and real. My prey. The predator who’s discovered he likes being hunted.
“Come here.”
Two simple words, but I infuse them with the weight of complete ownership. Something I’ve never wanted before, yet with Elliot, I crave it like oxygen. He takes one stilted step forward, then another, as if drawn to me with an inevitability.
As Elliot reaches the platform, I circle him, admiring my prize from every angle. The room crackles with anticipation, but I’m focused solely on him—on the way his chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, how his cock is already hardening despite his obvious unease.
“Good boy,” I murmur, making sure my voice carries enough for everyone to hear the praise.
The effect on Elliot is immediate and overwhelming. His composure crumbles at those two words, a shuddering breath escaping his lips as his shoulders sag with what looks like relief. I’ve found the key to him, and I intend to use it often during our year together.
I place my hands on his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my palms. “On your hands and knees, so that everyone can witness my claim clearly.”
Elliot drops to his knees and positions himself as I commanded.
His body moves with a fluid grace that belies his inexperience, settling onto his hands and knees, where he will be displayed most prominently to the room.
I watch his back muscles tense beneath his open shirt, the way his breathing quickens with each passing second.
I retrieve a bottle of lubricant from the platform’s supplies, enjoying how the simple action makes Elliot tremble in anticipation.
Working carefully, I prepare him with slick fingers, stretching him. Every touch is designed to eliminate any remaining resistance in his mind. His body opens for me, already trained to accept my intrusion.
When I position myself behind him, the entire chamber falls silent. The power of having everyone’s attention—of having them witness my claiming of a former hunter—fills me with primal satisfaction.
I grip Elliot’s hips with both hands and slam inside him in one brutal thrust.
Elliot’s cry echoes through the chamber. His cock springs to attention beneath him, immediately leaking precum onto the platform. I set a punishing rhythm, watching in the mirrored dais as more clear fluid drips from his tip with each thrust.
“Mine,” I growl, loud enough for everyone to hear as I claim this man who has somehow become essential to me.
I drape my body over Elliot’s back, my chest pressing against his silk shirt as I continue thrusting inside him. The heat of him envelops me, his body accepting mine with an eagerness that still surprises me. His moans fill the chamber, unrestrained and desperate.
“That’s it,” I murmur against his ear, letting my mask brush against the sensitive skin there. “Let them all hear how much you love this. How much you love my cock.”
Sliding my hand beneath him, I wrap my fingers around his hardness, finding him slick with precum. His body jerks at my touch.
“Fuck,” I growl, adjusting my angle to hit that spot inside him that I’ve learned makes him come apart. “Feel that, Elliot? Feel me fucking your tight ass in front of everyone?”
Each thrust pushes him forward, driving his cock through my tight grip. His moans grow louder, more desperate, as I deliberately target his prostate with hard, precise movements.
“You’re dripping all over my hand.” I squeeze him, feeling him pulse with need. “So fucking responsive. Everyone can see how much you want this—how much you need it.”
Everyone watches in rapt attention. I feel their eyes on us, adding to the intensity as I claim what’s mine. Elliot’s body trembles beneath me, his muscled arms struggling to support our combined weight.
“They’re all watching you take my cock,” I whisper. “Watching me own you. Bet you never thought you’d be bent over in front of hunters and prey, moaning like a whore while I fuck your ass.”
His only response is a broken moan as I relentlessly hammer his prostate, my hand stroking his dick in rhythm with my thrusts. The dual stimulation has him shaking, his muscles clenching around me in waves of pleasure.
“Be my good boy. Take it all.”
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.