Page 25 of Devil May Hunt
He’d only just realized his actions had prevented him from making any real friends, and that was why he’d clung so strongly to Rin, but that also didn’t mean he was willing to settle for anyone who came along.
He wouldn’t settle for the imposing alpha.
Even if he was willing to kneel before him and denigrate himself in front of his entire class. Hell, they were the only reason he was doing this at all. If it’d just been the two of them alone, Brennon wouldn’t bother with the theatrics.
“On your feet, cadet,” Gunho ordered in a clipped tone, releasing him and stepping back to give him room to follow the command. “Come with me.”
He almost hesitated, but with everyone still watching, Brennon couldn’t risk it. He kept a safe distance between them as the alpha led him across the room, apprehension growing with each rapid beat of his heart.
“Continue training, Active,” Gunho said to Banks as they passed, not slowing or pausing to explain.
Brennon pointedly didn’t look at the Active, continuing after the alpha until they’d slipped beneath the side door that led to a hallway. They passed the locker rooms and then entered one of the offices that had been set aside for visiting lecturers and trainers.
Almost as soon as he stepped beneath the threshold, the door slammed shut and Brennon found himself shoved against it, his cheek smushed painfully against the metal. He struggled at first, but the alpha kept him in place with his larger form, growling low. The warning was enough to have him freezing, a learned reaction from when they’d slept together that must have carried over.
“Want to tell me why you got weird the moment Kelevra Diar arrived?” Gunho asked.
Brennon tried to look at him over his shoulder, but a palm settled over his skull, keeping him in place so that all he could do was stare off to the side. “I didn’t.”
“Liar.” Gunho yanked him away from the door as quickly as he’d pinned him to it, practically tossing him against the desk on the far side of the room. Before Brennon could react, he captured his nape and forced his head down, other hand reaching around him to fiddle with the belt of his commando pants.
“What are you doing?!” Brennon struggled, but he couldn’t pull away, letting out a frustrated sound when his pants were opened and tugged down to his knees. Cool air brushed against his exposed parts and he bucked in a last-ditch attempt to shake himself loose, but all that did was cause an appreciative groan to rumble out of the alpha.
“I’ll ask again,” Gunho said, resting a hand on the desk at the side of Brennon’s face so he could see the leather belt he was now clutching. “Do you know what you’ve done wrong?”
Brennon blinked at the leather strap, mind struggling all of a sudden. “I…I hit you.”
“Do you really think that’s why you deserve to be punished, pretty lover?” He sighed in obvious annoyance when Brennon didn’t reply, pulling back to tug at Brennon’s wrists before securing them with the belt.
Brennon twisted them at his narrow back, but they were tight with no give at all.
The sound of metal jangling came next, and it took him a moment to realize the alpha was removing his own belt now.
“Gunho,” he couldn’t keep the thread of fear from his tone, knew the alpha had heard it when that earned him a shush.
“The plan isn’t to fuck you,” he reassured. “You’re being punished. You haven’t earned my cock. However, if you continue to forget proper etiquette, I might change my mind. I don’t think you’re allowed to call me by my first name.”
“Apologies, Imperial.”
The leather cracked against the air just before connecting with the sensitive flesh of Brennon’s ass. He jolted and cried out, trying to stand before he was forcefully shoved back into position.
“Alpha,” Gunho growled. “I am your alpha. You will treat me as such.”
“Bullshit!” He swore when another blow was delivered, landing against the same tender spot.
“Want to try that again, pretty lover?”
“I said,” he ground his teeth, “you aren’t my fucking al—”
The thick leather slapped against him three times, the sting reverberated down his thighs and up his spine. As a Royal, being treated this way was enough to have his pride howling, but it got worse when the alpha stepped in close and cupped the same cheek he’d just abused.
“Five more, as punishment for making me wait so long to see you,” Gunho said. “I’ll give you another five for your stubbornness.” His touch was gentle, his hand rubbing the globe of his ass.
“Wait.” Brennon shook his head when the alpha’s fingers tipped lower, grazing his balls. “Don’t.” Something strange was happening to his lower region, and he didn’t want the older man to notice.
“Have you decided to be good for me?” Gunho purred, thumb pressing beneath his cheeks to prod his hole once before pulling away. “Call me appropriately, and I’ll drop it to seven lashes.”
“Five.”
