“I don’t know how I’ll be able to be with you while the sun is up because of the curse,” Vor said, his voice low. “Will my instinct to rut be stronger than the pain? I don’t know, and I worry what might happen if I can’t sate you properly.”
“Hwa has carved me the godemiche,” Snow said.
“Yes, I know,” Vor replied. “I helped him with the sanding and polishing. I didn’t want any injury to come from an errant splinter in that beautiful arse of yours.”
For some reason, Vor having had a hand in the making of it pleased him. “I’ll use that while the sun is up. And wait for you to return if the pain outweighs your need and you must leave our bed.”
“Only a curse could keep me from you, Snow,” Vor said, toying with another curl. “You know that, right? I want nothing more than to be at your side, loving you through your heat.”
“I know,” Snow whispered. He pressed himself even closer to Vor, worried at what the next few days brought. “I want that, too, but I trust you to protect us both.”
“I wish I trusted me as much as you do,” Vor replied, hugging Snow tighter.
Chapter Eleven
Afew days later, a heated moan roused Snow from his slumber. Eyelashes fluttering, he searched the still-darkened bedroom, heavily scented with last night’s wild, frantic sex. Pale, gray light peeked through the heavy, woolen curtains that kept away the draft. The flames in the hearth had burned down low, stealing its rosy glow along with its warmth. Snow should feel chilled, but he was on fire, burning from deep within.
Apparently, the moan had come from his own lips. Another soon joined it and shattered the early morning’s silence again, enough to force his eyes wide open. A thin sheen of sweat coated his writhing body. One of his hands caressed his covetous cock as if it had a mind of its own and clearly had been working long before he’d awoken, considering the hardness against his palm.
An ache unlike any he’d known pulsed within.
His heat had arrived.
Yet this heat was different. There was want… and then there wasthis.
It was animal. As beautifully beastly as the man who shared his bed. The one man who could assuage his desperate need like no other. Maybe that was it entirely. It was his first heat not spent alone with his collection of godemiches… but with a living, breathing alpha.
Hisliving, breathing alpha.
Before Snow could speak his name, Vor stirred beside him. A deep, low growl came from his alpha, sending goose bumps cascading over Snow’s naked flesh. Even in the near darkness of the room, he could see the hunger on Vor’s face. Perhaps he simply sensed it, and his eyes showed him what he wished to see.
As Vor rolled to his side, Snow mewled, lifting his knees to his chest in welcome. Slick pooled between his cheeks and dripped down to the bed, his hole yearning to be filled.
But a thought somehow made its way forward, through the dense haze of maddening lust. Vor had threatened to lock him in the cellar when in heat. To keep him childless. Snow dragged in a gasping breath, terrified Vor would decide to push him aside and he’d suffer alone.
Vor pressed his hips between Snow’s open thighs, his thick cock rock hard and ready to please. Snow whimpered when Vor captured his lips. And again when his mate’s cock rubbed against his puckered hole. The only thing that would satisfy him was Vor’s shaft planted deep, driving into him over and over and over again. That was the friction he needed, not the teasing temptation he was getting.
“My alpha….”
Snow heard the pleading in his tone and felt no shame. Not that he’d felt that emotion in some time, but the instinct was takinghold, wrenching away any pretense. He would beg with much more force before the days of his heat were finally over.
“Fuck me,”Snow beseeched. “Sink your shaft inside me, my alpha.”
His head fell back against the pillow as Vor licked a heated path along the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, stretching out the teasing rubbing of head against hole. Snow could barely breathe, his entrance quivering with desperation.
“Fill me…” He whimpered, the whispered words hopefully beguiling. “And fill me with your babes. Stretch my little belly with your sons.”
Ah, yes…the instinct.
He’d long been told of the words that would spill from the lips of hungry omegas when an alpha was near, words they would never say without the compulsion of their class. It was said it was even stronger when it was a fated mate. Those words were sometimes worlds apart from what that omega truly wished, but the instinct didn’t care. It needed completion.
It needed him bred well and pregnant and it would do whatever it needed to achieve that goal.
Snow felt no remorse as others had told him they’d felt, but then hewantedVor’s babies to grow inside him. Perhaps not that quickly into their fledgling romance, especially before they knew if Vor would be free—but Snowwantedto give birth to a whole castle full of boys who looked just like their decadent, devilish daddy. They’d grow to be impressive men of strong will and even stronger character.
How could they not?
Snow’s mind twisted with the desire to give Vor all that and more. It took away his senses, his logic… his everything… but the pulse of his slick hole, the quiver of his womb, and the need for both to be filled. When Vor finally planted the head against him and slid a few inches deep, Snow sobbed with joy. Vor overwhelmed his senses yet all he could want wasmore.Inch after glorious inch filled him and then some.
