Page 31 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
“Can’t have dreamed for much if I’m what you ended up with, sheltered little moonborne alpha.” Lumic’s dry laugh rumbled against Askara in the most wonderful of ways.
“I can dream as much as the goddesses give me the ability to. I’ve dreamed kingdoms in my mind and faraway lands in every book I’ve ever read. I’ve mastered the sword and used it for good and evil. You’re better than I could ever imagine.” Askara glanced around for soap and sponges and found them sitting aside the pool, reaching for them with delight. “Let me bathe you and myself. Let’s get good rest, and if the healer tells me what I want to know, I’ll do whatever you wish. I’ll stay on my knees, worshiping your cock and body until you run dry. And there are filthier kisses I can share with you.”
Lumic tensed in his arms and melted as Askara brushed a lathered sponge over his arm and back, focusing on a slow circle at the base of his spine. “And what would you know of filthy kisses on an omega? I thought you’d never had an omega before me. I’ve never had an alpha interested in kissing and licking me there.”
“Impropriety aside, the prisoners talk. Fiskin told me some things about omegas, too…” Askara winced at the name.
“Disgusting. Deviant. I doubt he gave you any good information.” Lumic’s nose wrinkled before he thought to ask as to Fiskin’s well-being.
“Well, Cilan was going to let him free—” Askara cleared his throat. “One of your men caught him milking his pleasure…”
“Oh no…” Lumic’s cheeks went delightfully pink. “They killed him while—”
“Didn’t even let him finish.” Askara blanched and shrugged. “Honestly, I thank my mothers he didn’t get let free. The man was destined for the burning afterlife.”
Lumic pursed his lips as if he were fighting a laugh, and if it weren’t for Askara having seen the aftermath, he’d have laughed, too. The grim reality of having seen what had happened ruined it.
Soap floated on a film at the surface of the water, and their kisses migrated from lips to shoulders as Lumic took the sponge and scrubbed back, cleansing Askara’s lightly haired chest and underarms, down his back to his ass. Askara wasn’t very confident that he’d like being touched there, or even fucked there, but Lumic didn’t comment or seem interested in it. It eased Askara’s nerves on the matter.
As their scrubbing hands wandered from place to place, Askara dunked down into the water and unleashed his horns, leaning his head back to enjoy the warmth on them. There, Lumic grabbed them and pulled back, kissing his forehead before washing his hair. Not since Askara was a child had anyone washed him. No fond memories came to him about bath times long past. Ruvaen and Miree had been perfectly kind to him, but the love and sweetness he’d seen with other parents had never been there. Nothing like the Mothers gave him.
Askara lost himself in the sensation and moaned, stifling the noise in his throat before it could reach fruition.
“Don’t hold back. I love your noises.” Lumic used his fingertips to scrub and rinse the soap away. Every rinse and scratch taking away another layer of the past he’d never visit again. The future to come where he’d have a mate, a child, and a family that cared.
“I love you.” Askara pulled Lumic to meet his face once more and placed the lightest of kisses. “My heart knows you are my true love. When the sun gives her blessing, I’ll worship one more. My Mother Moon, my matron sun, and the fiery form of my comet in the night, Lumic.”
“And I love you, too. Maybe it’s my nature as an omega, but I think I do.”
Askara laughed, the feeling of it in his chest magical. The laughter petered out into yet another kiss, more scrubbing and two very clean males robed themselves and started the long trek back to Lumic’s quarters.
In his bed, they disrobed, bodies entwining. A familiar scent of home drew Askara’s attention to his worn quilt that lay across Lumic’s bed. “My blanket…”
“I went back looking for you and took it. Sorry.” Lumic’s cheeks pinkened and Askara pulled the cover up over them both.
“Don’t apologize. I missed this dearly. With you and my blanket here, I’ll sleep the sleep of the dead.”
“As long as you don’t actually die.” Lumic nuzzled into his neck and chest, hot breath warming Askara to the bone. In only a few breaths, he settled to a steady rhythm of breathing.
From a sliver of light peeking through a gap in Lumic’s curtains, Askara watched his Mother Moon slip from view, whispering to him a sweetgood night, son.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lumic
The first rays of sunlight kissed his temples and warmed him far more than the body curled into his chest. Where Lumic had always been told he’d be cradled and held dear by an alpha, it seemed Askara was perfectly content to be Lumic’s little spoon.
“Mff—” Askara yawned, stretching from beneath the blankets as he drew Lumic to a full stir. “Morning, Mother. Morning, Lumic.”
His bare chest shone such a silvery-ashen color, lighter than a dusk and inundated with an almost glow. Lumic couldn’t remember how he mistook him for dusk blood.
Good morning.A voice Lumic hadn’t heard before traveled on the edge of sunlight. It pierced his mind much like the rays of light pierced his lids.
Gathering a blanket, Lumic sat up and wrapped himself before shuffling toward the bedroom window. It wasn’t designed to praise the goddesses, but the small balcony welcomed them, set above Pallosar’s prized citronella garden. Though, at that time of year, the plants were little more than curled vines and withered leaves. Merely a few weeks before, they’d be waking up, spreading bright leaves with blossoms, not just the common orange of sunrise but vivid pinks, reds, and purples from years of careful breeding. Much of it Kershai’s doing. His alpha father loved to make Pallosar smile.
Askara shuffled up behind him, having procured his robe from the bath the night before. Firm fingers rose and rubbed over Lumic’s shoulder. “Say good morning to her.”
Lumic had a hard time imagining there being someone that could intimidate him and make him worry. No male ever had, that was for certain. The goddess, though?
