Page 49 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
A polite rap on the door interrupted Lumic’s pacing as Jori rose to see to Lumic. Askara approached the wood panel and opened it a crack to find Pallosar there, eyes full of paternal concern. “Things aren’t moving yet?”
“Hopefully soon. Jori says he’s nearly there.” Askara glanced over his shoulder and earned a nod from the healer.
“And does he want me there with him?” Pallosar nervously twisted his hands.
“Father, I love you dearly, but I willnotpermit you to witness this,” Lumic’s hoarse voice barked out.
“Fine! Fine.” Pallosar’s placative tone retorted as muttered polite words went back and forth. His father had never insisted on attending the birth and hadn’t put pressure on him in the least. He’d never wanted his father to attend Stamel’s birth. They’d been long passed by the time Ingred and Lumic had been born, a victim of their own greed and pride. Maybe it was the fact that Pallosar accepted vitalis, or that he’d stopped trying to punish people for their beliefs or cheat the system of plagues.
“Thank you!” Lumic felt it was best to be polite, in any case, even as Jori slid his hand where he never wanted it again. Jori moved his fingers deeper, spread them, and the sensation was probably the least fun he’d ever had with a finger up his bottom. “Shh-fuck!”
The urge to double over and push as immense pressure ground down against the floor of his pelvis rose. While that happened, Jori removed his hand and coaxed Lumic to grip the sheet he’d looped over the bedrail. “Squat down and let your mate hold your hips.”
Lumic didn’t have to be asked twice and stumbled a few steps over, squatting down with his hands knotted in the sheet.
Askara did as he was told, bending down to support Lumic’s hips, pressing counter to the squat. “I’m not looking, I promise.”
Lumic groaned as his muscles shook, and the first real push rode the tail of his contraction. “Don’t care anymore. Your fault if you look.”
There was a long few moments of silence as Lumic caught his breath and braced his arms again, grateful for Askara’s support. “You looked, didn’t you?”
“I did.” The way Askara’s voice trembled made Lumic almost want to laugh.
“You’re in pain. I wish there was something I could do.” Askara leaned his head forward and the comforting curve ofhis horns pressed into Lumic’s back. A vibration in his thalms trembled through Lumic’s body, magic he’d never felt before.
“Whatever it is you’re doing, keep doing it.” Lumic cried out as another contraction rose. The space between them grew thin as the burning sensation magnified then muted. Something about whatever Askara did, made the pain lessen.
“Thank you,” Askara whispered, not to Lumic. The reverence of his words was the tone he used with their Mother Moon.
The thalmic hum vibrated harder, pain still present but duller. The only thing Lumic had to worry over was the strain and exhaustion he faced as he pushed, relented, and pushed again while Jori barked orders and kept Lumic in an ideal spot. The way he had to crawl to his hands and knees, reaching forward to check Lumic must have been tiresome, but Jori knew best.
Sweat trailed Lumic’s face, soaking the collar of his dressing gown, making it cling to him in odd places. And again, he pushed, shouting over Jori’s orders, riding through it as tears flowed over his cheeks.
Jori busied himself and Askara jerked. Lumic’s body jostled, but he wasn’t turning his focus from his child. He pushed, nothing more. He pushed until his hole stretched, burning for long drawn-out moments until his insides collapsed, everything falling away from him as Jori and Askara spoke, their words nothing but chatter over the ringing in his ears.
Just a little more…Lumic focused on the emptiness and the weight of something still attached to him, pulsing. And then it too was gone.
His ears rang, the voices sharpened, and the only sound that mattered was the weakest little cries. It was nowhere near as loud as Virion’s babe. It was hoarse and sweet. Words wouldn’tcome, but the world moved as linens and cleansing water brushed against him.
When the world came back into focus, Lumic saw the plump face, a little scrunched and smeared with something whitish. By instinct alone, he reached out to take the babe. He didn’t remember laying back in bed, or covers being placed over him.
“Lumic.” Askara drew his gaze before sitting at his side. “Look at her.”
The babe’s little hands balled in the blanket they’d wrappedherin.
“Her…” Silvery skin more akin to Askara’s felt strange under Lumic’s fingertips. It’d feel better once she’d dried out. “A female.”
“Mm-hmm.” A shock of crimson hair stuck up at all angles as Askara reached forward to stroke over her scalp.
“She’ll be the first queen Croatens will have ever had…” Lumic’s whisper choked out in his throat.
“A female. Well, it was a little more likely since Askara was born from a female as well. Still uncommon.” Jori wiped his hands on a rag, casting that fire magic he did often.
“I’ve come from six generations of holy couplings, alpha-omega pairs.” Lumic laughed and stroked her cheek, delighting in how she turned her head toward his touch, mouth open. Jori didn’t waste time in helping Lumic unbutton his gown and position the child against his chest to feed. Virion had made it seem so easy, but their little one shook her head back and forth, mouth open with little grunts of frustration. Jori grabbed Lumic’s chest with one hand, squeezed, and nearly roughly poised the babe at his nipple where she latched on after a few clumsy tries. She aggressively sucked and squirmed until Lumic ran dry and he shifted her to the other side. She lasted barely a minute on the other side before a trickle of pale milk leaked down her lip and she pulled away, limp.
Askara didn’t move, didn’t say a word, only stared for long minutes. “Lumic. What do we name her?”
“I never planned for a girl.” Lumic glanced up as Jori left, returning a second later with Pallosar and Kershai.
