Page 10 of Ruined By His Alpha King
“Not really. You tried to kill your brother.” Seidrik still drew in closer, standing in the hollow between Stamel’s legs. The alpha didn’t move to touch, though.
“And you lied of your brother’s thalms. You let Alluin punish your brother for what he was and said nothing. You even suggested he be offered up to the Drashili king, thinking he’d suffer.” Stamel met his gaze, blue eyes to blue, locked in a stalemate without touch.
“We are not the same,” Seidrik whispered.
“And yet here we are.” Stamel leaned back in his chair and shrugged. He smelled so good, like fresh-cut tinder maple and medicine. Seidrik inhaled deeply. “A would-be murderer and a hypocrite.”
Shame burned Seidrik’s cheeks. “I have a thousand excuses for what I did. None of them good enough.”
“Same. Can we agree that we deserve each other’s company?” Stamel huffed and remained infuriatingly still. Seidrik wanted him to touch, to make that first move, to beckon him, and more. A quick glance toward Stamel’s groin brought unsettling desire into Seidrik’s body, the prominent bulge of him gratuitous and on intentional display through thin trousers.
“From one traitor to another,” Seidrik whispered and fell to his knees.
It’d been difficult to rankle Stamel, his posture and personality such that nothing ever surprised him. So, when Seidrik sat before him, staring up, puregratification sat heavy in his chest over the tick of his eyebrows shooting up.
“Well. Well.” Stamel spread his legs a little, gesturing Seidrik closer. “What do you intend to do down there, my virginal littlebeta.”
Seidrik winced at the way he said it. “Don’t tease me.”
“I don’t tease men.” Stamel leaned back, luxuriating. “Ibreakthem.”
Seidrik swallowed as a chill ran down his spine, sending goose bumps racing over his arms. “I don’t need breaking.”
“Do you?” Stamel shifted his hips in the seat, the wood chair creaking as his hardening cock tented the fabric of his trousers. It had to have been on purpose, advertising his girth in front of Seidrik. An omega in hiding, one who’d never evenseenthe cock of another male…barring aiding his mother in diapering.
Stamel tensed when Seidrik pitched himself forward and pulled apart the ties of his breeches. Powerful fingers clenched at the armrests of the chair, his firm length springing up with a heavy bob. The fresh scent of clean skin and the warmth of his body lured Seidrik in. Drool pooled beneath his tongue, and he swallowed, the metallic wash of it a reminder of how parched he’d been in a supernatural way. The kind of parched that the bead of precum at the tip of Stamel’s impressive length could cure.
“What happened to all that bravado you had a second ago?” Stamel reached forward tracing a thick, rough finger down Seidrik’s jawline. “Open.”
And with little resistance, Stamel had stolen every bit of control Seidrik had. He parted his lips, trembling as that single finger crooked and provided the gentlest pressure, drawing him in. “I know you’ve never done this before. I don’t think you’re ready for it, but who am I to tell youno?”
Seidrik whimpered, the noise breaking in his throat before he gave in to Stamel’s pull. Before he could do anything about it, the wet tip touched his lower lip. He stuck his tongue out to taste it, a quick dart that made it jump with a pulse. As did Seidrik, pulling back with a shudder of pleasure.
“You’re eager, though. Explore me, Seidrik. Tell me how I feel and taste in your hands.” Stamel licked his lips and hummed, drawing Seidrik in for a hollow breath.
“You taste salty. And you smell clean.” Seidrik reached one hand to circle Stamel’s girth, his fingers unable to meet around it without considerable effort that seemed like it might hurt, and he may have been a virgin, but even he was smart enough to know not to grip a cock that firmly. “And you’re much bigger than me, here, and here too.” Seidrik drew his other hand in to cup Stamel’s heavy sac, treasuring the warmth of them, the soft hair as it crushed against his palm, as red as that of his head. Redder still than his cheeks must have been if the burn across them was any indicator.
“I bathed not too long ago.” Stamel closed his eyes for a second, humming as Seidrik explored his flesh.
Seidrik’s fingers trailed a vein, caressing down to the base of his cock where the skin grew darker, the flesh softer, more pliant. “And this. It’s not the same as an omega’s. I-it’s your knot?”
“At the moment, it’s my cock. Bring me off, and it will be my knot.” Stamel’s voice dropped an octave, the depth of it soaking him in. “Do you wish to bring me off?”
“You brought me off earlier. I should be polite and do the same.” Seidrik licked the head of Stamel’s cock with a tentative flick of his tongue. “I enjoy your taste.”
Stamel’s hand slipped along Seidrik’s neck, calloused fingertips threading through his loose hair. “If you play tit for tat, then I will undo you, omega. Now put my cock in your mouth, circle your tongue, and suck until you need breath.”
He guided Seidrik’s head down, mouth opening involuntarily. Teeth were bad, he had to tell himself. He opened wide, angled his mouth, and let his tongue guard his lower teeth, lips guarding his top. Salty, warm dick touched his lips and tongue, finding home in his mouth for a gentle swill until he closed his lips to suck, tongue circling greedily. The moment stretched on until Stamel gently drew him back. A bead of spittle connected Seidrik’s lip to Stamel’s cock. “Tell me how I taste.”
“Warm. Flesh. I can’t describe it. Metallic but gamey?” Seidrik panted as he said so, becoming aware of his heartbeat pulsing rapidly in his pants, cock strained crooked against a seam.
“Do it again. Take more of me. After you suck, swallow with my cock in your mouth.” The command had Seidrik doing just that, mouth parted, tongue welcoming the impressive girth deeper for a heavenly suckle, the flavor almost a drug as he obediently swallowed the wash of saliva that poured over his lips and chin. And again, Stamel pulled Seidrik away, letting him soak in the experience. “And if I tell you that’s enough? What if I put my cock away and go to bed?”
“No!” Seidrik nearly shook with urgency. He didn’t want that at all. He wanted more of Stamel’s cock, the taste of his precum, the warmth, the heat of him. The heady scent of flesh, clean skin, and the beginning of pristine sweat. Seidrik took Stamel into his mouth again, repeating the same suckle, letting his tongue wander before he bobbed for a breath and stroked a hand down the rest of his shaft, relishing every vein and twitch.
“Tell me how much you want it.” Stamel hissed a breath and leaned his head back, letting his horns free. The gesture made Seidrik drop his glamor, wings flitting free, horns—or what was left of them—disturbing the darkwashed strands of his hair. Stamel immediately grabbed one of the nubs, controlling the pace as he pulled Seidrik down, cockhead kissing the back of his throat until he choked just the right amount to spur a wet gush of saliva and, from the uncomfortable sensation in his pants, a fresh wave of slick.
When his lips popped free, he spoke with a coarse whisper. “I want your cock. I want it so badly. I want to taste you more. Have you push my head again and make me bring you off.”
