Page 7 of Ruined By His Alpha King
“Of course.” Stamel brought his fingers to his lips and focused on the image of a butterfly, but Stamel’s always had been a little different, many wings whirring about in a flare of white light—a jewelfly. He whispered a request for tea and let it fly away. Sometimes it was handy to have twenty-five thalms. Certainly, there were those with more. Stamel had what he needed, though.
Before Seidrik could move to sit down, Stamel snatched him into his lap, seating the omega’s back to his front with a purposeful positioning of his hips. His cock had already perked up with interest at the thought of Seidrik’s virginal ass, but having him there seated firmly made him shudder.
“Stamel!” Seidrik scrambled to remove himself, but he held fast.
“No. You’ll sit right here and get comfortable until the tea arrives. Won’t you?” Stamel squeezed tighter.
“I-I suppose. I just—improper. I can’t…” Seidrik shuddered as Stamel drew a hand up the front of his chest, cascading fingers down to dip the tips into his waistband.
“Tell me. Do you trim yourself bare, or are you natural?” Stamel whispered over Seidrik’s shoulder blade.
“I fail to see how that’s any of your b—” Seidrik bleated in shock as Stamel had to find the answer for himself, he supposed.Natural.Sparse hairs tickled the tips of his fingers into a wispy thatch above his hardening cock. A wet coolness streaked over his fingers, telling him that Seidrik’s words were hollow.
“Now, now. I’m owed interest for all these years you spent avoiding me. Wouldn’t you agree?” Stamel ran his hand deeper and palmed over Seidrik’s cock.
“It’s no matter! It’s—if Alluin finds out I—” Seidrik grunted as Stamel grasped his hardening length.
“If he finds out, there’ll certainly be no further punishment on your behalf, but wouldn’t he seek to find you a mate? Do you recall all the suitors that were meant for Virion? I was one of them.” Stamel pumped Seidrik’s cock and relished the whimper he made.
“I d-doubt… Not good men. Father hated Virion. He picked b-bad suitors. Financial gain.” Seidrik would spill any secret if it meant Stamel would keep his hand there on his leaking cock. For the truth, Stamel offered a single stroke of his fist as a reward. With a delicious mewl of pleasure, Seidrik writhed.
“Oh no, they weren’t good. I heard rumors. Old, ugly, even a few that only wanted him to bear young—a second spouse, not even a mate. Imagine what he’dpick for you.” Stamel stroked his fist once, keeping Seidrik hard.
“I don’t want to think about it!” Seidrik shuddered, his breath hitching.
“So then say it. Say I have that power over you. Tell me you’ll do anything to keep that secret of yours.” Stamel bit Seidrik’s shoulder through the cloth of his shirt and broke his fist into a gentle pace of slow, tugging strokes.
If he’d never had an alpha, Stamel was impressed at his instincts. He wrenched his hand back, grabbed at the air above Stamel’s horns, and bowed his hips up. Stamel could give him that much, he supposed. He pushed his horns free and tilted his head, letting Seidrik’s flailing fingers wrap around his dragon horn to hold on for purchase. “I… I, uh… I’ll do anything.”
“Beg for me, omega. I’ll show you all manner of things you’ve missed.” Stamel snarled and nipped at the male’s shoulder again, harder this time as he increased the pace of his strokes.
“Please. Stamel. Don’t break my silence. I—I can’t be found out. Nobody can know I’m—I’m an—” Seidrik panted, a whimper trickling over his lips as his thighs flexed. “If you t-tell me, I’ll do it. All I have, it’s yours. Please.”
Stamel groaned with delight and flexed his hips, rubbing the hardness of his cock against Seidrik’s ass. He practically screamed as he came, hard cock twitching as pulse after pulse of heated fluid coated his calloused fingers. They were rough hands, well versed with a sword, but good at what they did. He needed more, though. “That’s a good boy. A pretty, little obedient omega.”
Seidrik panted as he released Stamel’s horn, limp as a wilted citronelia blossom, half sagging to the floor in defeat. Wetness spread across the front of his trousers—and from the impressive streak downStamel’s lap and thigh, the back, too. But before Stamel could tease him more, Seidrik broke into little whimpering sobs. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” Stamel licked at his fingers as Seidrik turned his pale gaze toward him. The pink flush in his cheeks made him so beautiful, his hair strung with sweat, lips trembling.
As if mesmerized by Stamel’s licking, Seidrik remained silent. His mouth made shapes as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t. He swallowed, still watching Stamel as he gathered the courage again. “Teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing you. I’m praising you. You’re pretty. You did as you were told, and you are smaller than me. Or is it thegood boypart you take offense to? Would you rather be a bad boy?” Stamel raised a brow.
“Yes. I mean no! I— Stop calling me an omega.” Seidrik coughed a soft sob free but said a few words more in the smallest little whisper. “I’m a beta.”
“Alright,beta, what do you want? What do you want most in the world?” Stamel wiped his hand down a trouser leg and grinned, legs spread wide to show off his bulge.
“I want the throne.” His breath shuddered.
“Then ask the goddess.” Stamel gestured toward the window, the sun in full view. “The sun shines right there so brightly.”
His breath hitched. “I’ve never…”
“Why?” Stamel stood, grabbing Seidrik’s arm. He marched the male to his window and threw it open. With a wince and noise of protest, he lifted his hands and covered his eyes from the bright light. “Ask her.”
“I’ve never spoken to her! Omegas don’t speak to the goddess! I cannot just pray to her,Mother Goddess, sun aboveand expect her to—”
My child. You finally call to me?
