Page 12 of Ruined By His Alpha King
His punishment? His horns. And Seidrik only had a moment to soak in the scene before he lost control of his body and came, shooting over the footboard in slick streaks as his ass clenched down fiercely tight, asif its very nature was to greedily hold on to the sensation stretching him more by the moment.
“F-feel my knot fill you, omega. And my cum is the only seed that’s ever been in your belly.” Stamel’s growl made Seidrik whimper until his firm hand dipped down and clutched his abdomen. “And one day I will put my child in you. You’ll swell with it, round and full. Everyone will know I bent you over and fucked you raw.”
The image of it shot through Seidrik’s mind in a flash, heavy with child, burdened with one of many children with hair like bloodroses. A distinctly different shade than any other he’d seen.
And at those words, Seidrik came again, shooting hard as spend dripped down the footboard onto the stone floor, inches away from the tassels of an ornate rug.
Horror and shame filled him.
“I took your innocence. Your virginity is mine to keep; this memory.” Stamel leaned over Seidrik’s shoulder. “Keep on those preventives. One day, they will run out, and I will not fetch more for you. The only thing that will keep you barren will be your resolve. How long do you think you can go without my cock now that you’ve had it?”
Stamel rocked his hips, grinding the knot in deeper with a shudder. His cock pulsed and shuddered, the knot redoubling.
“Please. Don’t.” Seidrik sobbed as he dropped his head into the blanket before him.
“Not yet. Not until it’s what you really want.” Stamel stroked along Seidrik’s side, down his thigh, his caress gentle and sweet. “But youwillwant it. You will beg me for it in time. I’ve returned your horns, so you owe me a life debt, and I will collect.”
Seidrik whimpered as his legs shook like jelly, flinching as Stamel pulled free of his cooling ass. Thealpha was right. He did carve a niche for himself. A profound emptiness echoed through his insides.
A soft kiss planted itself on Seidrik’s shoulder then neck, strong arms turning him to face the alpha. They came together, lips parted, and all those years of practice kisses paid off. “Stamel?”
“Hmm?” Stamel’s sex-roughened voice practically purred as he drew his shirt over his head and fastidiously cleaned the cum off his lover’s body.
“Why did it feel so good to pretend like you’d put a child in me?” Seidrik’s head spun as if he was drunk. Pleasure clouded his judgment.
“I wasn’t pretending.I will.” Stamel kissed him with tongue, invading his mouth as they found their way into his bed, cuddled up in a tangle of limbs. “I meant every word I said.”
Seidrik thought back to the dozen vials, and he swallowed hard. His mind didn’t focus on drawing them out to last longer, and that terrified him.
Chapter Six
Stamel
The morning chimes rang through the halls, telling him to wake, but that morning, a new sound accompanied the chimes—the groaning of a frail voice. “Morning, my jewel.”
Seidrik gasped and frantically raced out of bed, grabbing for his clothes as he scampered out, fretting over smelling like sex, how everyone would know, his wings whirring in a tizzy.
“Put the wings away.” Stamel rose and stretched, enjoying the glide of soft flaxwool sheets over bare flesh. “Unless you want someone to find out sooner than I want.”
“They won’t find out at all if I have any say about it!” Seidrik panicked and dunked a cloth into Stamel’s washbasin, soaping it up before scrubbing at his skin with obsessive gestures, leaving pink streaks in its wake.
“They will. WhenIdecide.” Stamel slid from bed and snorted as he took the rag from Seidrik and aided him in washing up. “Gentle. Your ass is sore.”
Seidrik fought the attentions, shoving at Stamel until the gentle circular motions laved over his flesh in such a way, disarming him. This was a male that hadn’t allowed anyone to touch him, bathe him, or dress him since he was young, and in a way, Stamel wanted to undo that hurt. But in a selfish way, it made him happy to know he was the only one who could.
“Why would you have any say in it?” Seidrik’s voice went sharp, but he didn’t stop Stamel from rubbing gentle circles down his back.
“Because we both have a wish, and I think I know how to grant both of our wishes.” Stamel leaned over Seidrik’s shoulder, brushed his hair away, and kissedhis bare, unmarked flesh. A little healing magic at the forefront had seen to his marks fading quickly. In the future, it would be fun to hide them. Without any protest, Seidrik stilled. “I’ve intrigued you.”
“I’m listening.” His breathy voice, barely a whisper, had a touch of his reclaimed arrogance. Like he hadn’t been a slavering mess on the end of his cock hours ago.
“What did you wish for?” Stamel wrapped his arms around Seidrik’s front and washed down his stomach, over his cock and sparse hairs, as light of a blond, pale as any omega of his line.
“I wished for a throne. The goddess, you heard her, I suppose.” Seidrik’s breath caught as his cock perked up.
“I certainly did. And she had orders for you. A name for their child. What name do you hold precious?” Stamel kissed over his neck. “Can’t imagine you being the type to hold onto a name.”
“For the longest time, I made myself believe that I really could be beta. That I could father a child with a woman, have a mate, a marriage. I wanted a little girl so I could name her after Mother.” Seidrik stared at the floor, avoiding Stamel’s affections.
