Page 18 of Ruined By His Alpha King
The soft kiss escalated to hunger, tongues gliding as they grasped one another, hands exploring. Tongue invaded Stamel’s mouth, Seidrik being uncharacteristically forward as they united.
“Hungry for me, Seidrik?” Stamel shed his shirt and pushed Seidrik toward his bedchambers, working at the lacings of his breeches. “Want me to fill your belly?”
The talk usually had Seidrik shying away, but not then. His words came out unsure, shaking but not disapproving. “Starving. Please do.”
“What has you so amorous? After the chaos we had to hear, I thought you’d be far more persuaded to avoid an alpha’s cock.” Stamel reached down and gave his cock a single stroke, then another, waking it up from its middling state to full hardness in a matter of moments.
“I don’t know. I feel like I need to connect, like I want our bond closer—in me.” Seidrik’s shaking voice gave Stamel the drive to aid him from his shirt, fingers brushing over flushed and heated skin. The gentle sheen of perspiration, fresh and light, gave Stamel a lung full of primal need.
“I can do that. Maybe a round before we go back to bed.” Stamel pawed down Seidrik’s back, up again, and ran fingers through his hair. “But I need to keep reminding you that you’ll no longer use that filthy wash in your hair. Be yourself for me.”
Seidrik gave a whimper of agreement as Stamel pushed him onto the bed and jerked the lacings of his pants. Rather than strip him, Stamel shoved his hand down and cupped, guiding his palm along Seidrik’s shaft, sac and ass until his fingers curled, delving into his already-plentiful slick. “And you’re spoiled for want.”
Seidrik fought his trousers free and spread his legs, luxuriating in Stamel’s fingers. The sight of him so readily accepting affection made Stamel’s heart race. “Not even a little struggle, this time?”
“Do you need a struggle to fuck me? I can kick and bite a little, or we can skip the act for once.” Seidrik’s chest rose and fell with urgent panting breaths.
“So, you admit it’s an act,” Stamel said as he thrust his fingers between Seidrik’s wet crease and slidtwo into his entrance, searching out that special spot that made him shake and whimper.
“I admit nothing. Your affections are like dessert for me. I hardly care if I have any until it’s in front of me. Now, I crave dessert.” Seidrik hissed and bit his lower lip.
“So, you ordinarily don’t care if I offer my affections. Perhaps I should deny you more often?” Stamel massaged his fingers until Seidrik’s back arched. His breath sped up even faster, on the brink of hyperventilation, and when Stamel slid a third finger in to prepare him, he shot in ample streaks over his stomach.
“It’s less that I do not care,” Seidrik spoke through whimpered breath. “And that I’ve trained myself to ignore my desire. I want nothing until you remind me of all I want to forget.”
“Then I need to jog your memory until you slaver for me always.” Stamel kissed his way down Seidrik’s chest, licking at his glistening spend. “I thought you could use a break from my advances tonight, but I was wrong.”
Seidrik closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and panted through Stamel’s tonguing. “I do in some small way.”
“Then do it in a large way,” Stamel said as he pushed down and spread Seidrik’s legs. A soft breath punctuated the moment before Stamel fisted Seidrik’s half-hard cock, and he leaned in to lap a fierce streak between Seidrik’s legs. And his slick tastedglorious.
Stamel lapped over Seidrik’s entrance, around his own fingers as he gently rolled and pumped them until the omega stood at full attention once more. It wouldn’t do to take an omega soft. Stamel preferred them hard and begging. And in a moment, he was.
“By the goddess, you make me wish I’d given in far sooner.” Seidrik’s chest rose, breath held for atrembling moment. When he released his breath, Stamel pulled back, stopping his mate from spending himself again. When his fingers left, Seidrik fell limp, humming appreciatively.
“If you’d given in sooner, it wouldn’t have been me. As I said, I will carve a space out within you that no other alpha can fill.” Stamel lifted his body and caged Seidrik in with his arms. “Do you want me to fill you?”
“Please.” Seidrik reached up, looping his arms over Stamel’s shoulders.
The two flowed together like water, bed creaking gently as Stamel guided himself into Seidrik’s heat, his tight muscles gripping. A sigh of pleasure escaped their lips, starting in one throat and ending in another as they kissed.
Where before, all their sessions had been dominance and display, then it was passion. Stamel needed to be inside Seidrik, to be connected in that way. Seidrik needed Stamel. And their bodies rocked in time with one another, no headboard slamming, ominous creaks and cracks of furniture, or slaps of flesh. Their union, at that moment, had to be gentle.
Stamel rocked his hips in time to Seidrik’s panting breaths. His calloused hand gripped from hip to thigh. Seidrik locked his legs, holding Stamel in until their noises coalesced into coos of pleasure and a finishing cringe of bliss. Stamel’s knot fattened, locking him into Seidrik, forcing them to stay face-to-face. Strings of hair danced over Stamel’s forehead, barely in his line of sight. Seidrik, for his part, sprawled out, head lolled to the side, eyes unfocused. Spend coated his chest and belly, smeared along Stamel’s tight chest as well.
“I want to hold you inside me like this forever.” Seidrik’s breathy voice made Stamel’s cock jerk, his knot redoubling its effort. “I think I have it in me to go again.”
Stamel laughed as Seidrik reached up, the pale blue of his eyes glassine and glorious. His delicate fingers pushed strands of hair from his face, fingertips tracing his ear. “That’s unlike you.”
“I want to be locked like this. When you’re spent, you don’t scare me. I can imagine waking with you every morning and laying by your side every night. I trust you like this, and the more we have, the more I trust you outside of me.” Seidrik hummed and shivered, his insides squeezing gratuitously over Stamel’s knot.
“When you’re a fucked-out mess, I see the real you.” Stamel laughed. “I don’t see the pretty little boy hiding himself, or the sniveling bogshrew you became.” Stamel returned the gesture, tracing Seidrik’s ear and brushing hair back. “No more lies.”
“Unless it’s to protect…” Seidrik gestured at himself, hisomeganess.
“Honestly, it’s just for Alluin. Because if he ever lays a hand on you or tries to tear us apart, I will make the goddess’s wrath look like a child’s scolding.” Stamel locked his fingers on either side of Seidrik’s face and leaned down for a fierce kiss, tongue forcing its way into him. Everything about Seidrik was addictive at that moment.
“I’ll do all the lying from now on. Let my soul bear the consequences. It was by sheer will of the goddess that I didn’t murder my own brother. And by sheer luck that you never got caught, omega.” Stamel reached down to slap Seidrik’s ass.
