Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Sometime in the night, Snow stretched, his body wickedly sore all over.
He lifted his head, confused by his unfamiliar surroundings.
The moment his gaze landed on Vor’s handsome face in the glow of the dying fire, he relaxed.
His gaze traced over the alpha’s features.
Vor was even more fine-looking relaxed in sleep—and the alpha was all his.
With a smile stretching his cheeks wide, Snow stared at his face, realizing he would stare up at that gloriousness for the rest of his days.
As long as he found a way out for them.
He curled back into Vor’s side, enjoying the warmth there, but his mind wouldn’t settle and allow him to fall back to sleep.
One fortnight to solve what felt like the impossible would likely keep him up many a night.
Vor hadn’t found a way out in fourteen years.
How was he supposed to fix it in fourteen days?
After lying there for what felt like hours, his stomach gurgled.
He’d barely eaten his supper, but he’d noticed leftover oatcake in the hall.
A few bites might help lull him back to sleep.
He carefully slid out of Vor’s strong arms and pulled on the borrowed linen shirt before sneaking barefoot out to the main hall.
Greer snored drunkenly as he lay beside the dying fire, the empty brandy bottle they’d all sipped from still clutched in one hand.
Snow gently stoked the fire to keep Greer warm, and it gave a small roar of life.
He added a small log, and it grew a bit more, enough to give the room a slight glow and help him find his way.
Snow found the bread covered in beeswax-soaked cloth on the massive table they used as a makeshift kitchen and unwrapped it.
Before he could cut himself a small chunk, a low moan wafted from one of the other bedrooms. The cottage held four bedchambers, two on either side of the main hall.
The noises came from the side opposite Vor’s bedroom.
It sounded like Lazlo again. Snow had heard plenty of the alpha’s sensual moans earlier and wondered if he was again being filled by Klaus’s cock—or had another taken to Lazlo’s bed?
Snow had no right to peek, but curiosity filled him.
He’d missed Klaus and Lazlo fucking while he’d been claimed by the five others, and he was curious to witness two alphas together.
Hearing them had been delicious. Seeing them would be ten times as exciting.
Snow crept closer to the bedroom doors on that side of the cottage.
Lowering to one knee, he peeked through the keyhole.
The fire burned bright inside. Lazlo rested on his hands and knees; his face twisted in pleasure as Klaus pummeled him from behind.
Both were naked, their glistening bodies firm and muscled like Vor’s and the other alphas.
Neither were as large as Vor, of course, but their axe swings had also clearly blessed them with incredible builds.
Coated in sweat, they clashed with such vigor—strength Snow assumed would’ve been exhausted after their daily labors.
Obviously, they had enough left over to fuck their nights away.
Snow reached under the hem of his shirt and stroked his hardening shaft, wondering where his own powerful lust was coming from.
He’d fucked five alphas already and here he was, ready to come again.
Snow’s orgasm quickly loomed on the horizon, his rapid strokes pushing him ever closer. Before he could reach the deep chasm of release, both Klaus and Lazlo came, groaning and roaring as their bodies trembled as one. They collapsed in a heap, their bodies intertwined, leaving him frustrated.
“Spying is unbecoming, little prince.”
Snow spun to find Vor watching him. He pulled his hand away, heat burning in his cheeks. “I… I didn’t mean to spy. I came out for a little bread and… heard noises.”
Vor walked closer and scooped him up. “And you were still so needy that you required another orgasm. Haven’t you had enough tonight?”
Snow’s face warmed even more as he wrapped his arms around Vor’s neck. “And if I haven’t?”
A smile slowly spread over Vor’s lips. “I’ll have to take care of your need again, won’t I?”
“Promise?”
They’d already fucked alone in the bath and again after the orgy in the main hall. Snow’s body was well past used. He shouldn’t feel so needy, yet he did. Perhaps it was the proximity to his alpha spurring his sexual needs higher than normal.
“I promise,” Vor replied as he walked back across the main hall.
Once inside the bedroom scented of their sex, Vor tossed Snow into the middle of his bed.
Snow bounced a few times, struggling to stifle a giggle.
The borrowed shirt was drawn from Snow’s body, leaving him wanton once more and on display.
He ran his hands over the belts and hose on his thighs, wondering if he looked as sexy as he felt wearing them.
Vor pressed him down to the mattress and hovered above, gaze adoring.
“I see my little prince has big needs.”
“He does,” Snow agreed, spreading his thighs wide.
Vor smiled. “I’ll do my best to fulfill each and every one.”
He lifted Snow’s knees up, folding him in half.
Using his tongue, Vor laved Snow from hole to cock and back again, circling the rim at the end.
Snow’s back arched, shaken by the intimacy of the bold caress.
Snow had never been warned of that intimate caress, but with each lick and lave, the shock wore off and built the need already at fever pitch.
Vor was unrelenting, feasting on Snow’s hole as if he was a starving man.
He rubbed his stubbly cheeks over Snow’s smooth bottom, the friction leaving him raw and tingly.
Vor lapped at him, tongued him, and licked a heated path.
Snow could barely breathe from the pleasure of Vor’s attentions, his moans sounding more like breathless, rasping gasps.
Tension twisted through his body with every touch, the orgasm he’d nearly reached watching Klaus and Lazlo glimmering again on the horizon.
Snow groaned when Vor pulled his wicked mouth away but was soon rewarded by the angling of that big, fat cock towards his sopping, ready hole.
Vor filled him with one, firm thrust, driving deep.
Snow’s head fell back against the pillow as he writhed under his mate’s powerful body.
Vor captured his lips, swallowing his moans as he set a punishing pace.
The alpha disciplined him firmly for his sin of spying, a sin Snow would commit again and again if it meant he’d get the same rough treatment.
Vor gripped his chin and forced his gaze up.
Their eyes met as Vor pumped fast and hard.
A thread pulled tight, and Snow gasped at the sensation.
In that one moment, Snow felt the bond between them as a visceral thing.
Something shattered within him. Snow screamed, his body as taut as a bow string.
He came hard, his thighs shaking from the pleasure of it.
Vor pushed deeper, sinking his bulbous knot past Snow’s tight rim and locking them together.
He released a roar before coming deep inside Snow, their bodies forged as one. Vor rolled them over, his cock spasming inside Snow as he continued to come. Snow collapsed atop him, panting and trembling from the quivers of Vor’s load and his own aftershocks of pleasure.
“I’ll be pregnant in no time, I suspect,” Snow whispered after his breathing calmed.
An odd expression crossed Vor’s face. “You do realize I can’t get you pregnant until you’re in heat, right?”
“I’m not ignorant of the ways of omegas and alphas,” Snow said. “But the next full moon comes in a fortnight and there’s a chance then.”
“I’m aware,” Vor said, his tone hollow.
“I know this isn’t what you want.”
Vor captured his gaze. “It’s not that… it’s just… too soon, Snow.”
“Logically, I know you’re right. But what else can we do?”
“Lock you in the cellar,” Vor said. “If Daddy hasn’t come to collect you beforehand, that is. A part of me almost hopes he does—as long as he vows to protect you from your step-papa.”
Snow lifted his upper body and looked down at Vor. “He won’t be coming… and you’d truly lock me away? To suffer a heat alone?”
“Snow…”
“You’re my mate, Vor.”
“Shhhh…” Vor said. “Nay.”
“You are.”
Vor spun them, pinning Snow to the bed. “I am a prisoner here, Snow. I refuse to bind you to me. Not like this… and I damned well won’t bring children into this accursed place, either.” He winced. “I don’t want that.”
Rationally, Snow understood and agreed, but he couldn’t help but sadden at the thought of being thrust aside during his most vulnerable moments. “You’re right. Lock me in your cellar. It’s the right thing to do.”
“Your father will come looking. Eventually. I’ll do my damnedest to keep you childless until then,” Vor replied, a pained look crossing his face.
Snow’s womb clenched at the thought of remaining childless. “And then?”
“And then… you find another. A good and fair gentleman who’s not damned like I am.” Vor brushed Snow’s curls back with gentle touches. “One who will be able to give you and your children the world that I can’t.”
“I want you.”
“Trust me.” Vor scoffed. “You do not.”
“Vor… you called me yours.”
Vor stiffened. “You can’t be, Snow.”
Snow fought back tears. He refused to believe they couldn’t be together. “We’ll find a way. The wizard must have a weakness.”