A Perfect Perversion

It's the first full moon of the summer solstice. The pack has gathered for the first of the twice-annual bonding ritual, which is a nice way of describing the dirty bacchanal it really is. Remy has been looking forward to this night for months-only no one seems to want him. He's resigned to spending the night alone and unsatisfied until he is approached by the last person he expected. His king. Alaric.
One night to be his plaything. One night to be only his. Remy accepts with dark anticipation, knowing what is about to transpire will be a perfect perversion that he will remember for months to come.