Chapter 10 #2
Snow stroked his cock, enjoying both Shen’s shaft and the ability to witness all of their pleasures.
Near them, Klaus fucked Lazlo, who suckled Owan’s shaft deep.
Owan was being double-fucked by Greer and Hwa.
Owan writhed between them, back arching as he was filled.
Snow loved seeing both big alphas disappearing into Owan’s tight hole and the way the fiery redhead mewled with enjoyment and shouted such gleeful oaths.
Snow’s gaze drifted to Vor’s heavy-lidded one. He grew drunk on the pleasure written all over his alpha’s face. Shen shivered between them, moaning with each of Vor’s substantial thrusts.
“Tell me how it feels,” Snow whispered to Shen.
Shen could barely keep his eyes open. His mouth dropped open, and a whisper of something unintelligible fell from his lips.
Vor wrapped one large hand around Shen’s throat and hovered over the alpha’s body. He licked a hot trail up Shen’s cheek, stopping near one ear. “Yes, Shen… how do I feel inside you?”
“Full…” was all Shen could spit out. “So… full…”
“Is that a bad thing?” Snow asked, taking one of Shen’s hands to wrap around his small shaft.
Shen shook his head before leaning his forehead against Vor’s cheek. “No… not bad… just full.”
Vor winked at Snow before pounding into Shen’s body.
Snow whimpered, his sounds mixing with Shen’s heady moans.
Snow grew more and more excited by the look of abandon on Shen’s face, mixed with the pleasures both alphas granted him.
Snow tightened his anal muscles around Shen’s cock, the desire to see Shen explode throbbing within.
Shen’s eyes popped open, and his back arched.
A roar of pleasure tore from his lips before he came deep inside Snow.
His knot swelled inside Snow. A few pumps later, Vor added a load deep inside Shen. When Shen’s eyes widened and his body tensed painfully, Snow grew worried.
“What is it?” Snow asked, collecting Shen’s face in his hands.
“Knot,” Shen whispered, his body already relaxing a little against the invasion.
Snow’s surprised gaze whipped to Vor. “You’ve knotted an alpha?”
Vor’s slow smile was all the answer Snow needed. He turned his attention back to a blissed Shen who almost appeared drunk.
“My alpha knotted you,” Snow murmured, his lips close to Shen’s. “Does that make you his now, too?”
Shen shivered. “Maybe.”
Vor’s eyes closed as a shiver rushed through him. He reopened them and met Snow’s gaze once more, a knowing look within them. Vor’s attraction to Shen might be larger than Snow assumed, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Shen had become special to Snow, too.
“For tonight, hmm?” Shen said. “I can be his tonight. And yours, if you want me.”
“I want,” Snow replied, smiling.
Snow lifted his gaze to Vor’s and saw worry in his alpha’s gaze. Vor leaned closer to Shen and pressed a gentle kiss to the alpha’s throat. Shen dropped his head back, exposing more throat for Vor to claim.
A gasp caught in Snow’s throat. Vor ran his teeth along Shen’s throat, a bite begging to come from his mouth.
He’d noticed that Vor seemed especially fond of Shen.
If he were a different omega, he might’ve felt jealousy, but it warmed him that they were both drawn to the same wonderful, beautiful alpha.
Moans and whimpers filled the cottage all night, even after Vor scooped Snow up and carried him to bed, dragging Shen along with them. Klaus continued to feed his cock into Lazlo, who now kissed Owan—who was being fucked by Hwa.
Their celebrations lingered long into the night, in Vor’s bed and out of it.
All night, Snow heard moans for the great hall, moans that mixed and blended into theirs.
In the early hours, Snow curled into Vor, happier than he could ever remember.
Shen cuddled him from behind, wrapping him with love from both sides.
Light and shadow danced on the walls and ceiling, the fire’s embers crackling as it warmed the room.
Vor pressed a kiss to his forehead and Snow couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but in Vor’s embrace. Forever and ever.
Now that his alphas had a possible path towards freedom, the hope burning in their chests nearly matched Snow’s. They could have a future outside that cottage… a future possibly together. Hopefully it might include Shen, too, but that remained to be seen.
“How long do you think it will take to clear the wood?” Snow asked Vor.
Before Vor could answer, he heard soft snores behind him and smiled.
“It won’t go quickly but knowing there’s an end in sight?
” Vor sighed, his body more relaxed than Snow had ever seen it before.
“All our labor will finally be worth it.” He smiled, the easiness of it coupled with his calm made him even more handsome.
“A couple of months, perhaps. If we can quicken our pace and grow better at pulling the trunks from the ground, we could leave here before autumn arrives.”
“Perhaps test one without doing that,” Snow said. “If you burn it and salt the ground around it—and it doesn’t grow back—maybe you won’t have to pull them out. It might save time.”
“A fine idea,” Vor said, smiling. “If it works, it might cut our time in half—if not more.” Vor pushed a few curls away from Snow’s brow. “We might finally clear the forest and gain our freedom. All thanks to you, my love.”
My love. Snow struggled to hide a smile, warmed through by the sweet endearment. He’d never imagined the beastly brute who’d stumbled upon him in the forest would ultimately be such a gentle giant capable of such sweet adoration.
“And then where will we go?” Snow asked, putting the gentlest inflection on the word we. He peeked at Vor through his lashes, his body tensing as he awaited the response he wanted. “After you’ve gained your freedom, that is.”
A pained look crossed Vor’s face. “I don’t know.”
“Do you not know where… or do you not plan for us to remain together?” Snow asked.
As silence met his question, Snow curled his fingers into fists. His fingertips cut into his palms and was the only thing that prevented his eyes from stinging with rejection.
“Snow…” Vor sighed. “You’re a prince.”
“And?”
“I’m…” Vor sighed again. “My hands aren’t clean.”
“I don’t care how calloused and rough your hands are. You’re my mate.” When Vor didn’t look swayed, Snow pressed on. If he had to use strength of will to convince Vor, so be it. “We will go to my father. I’ll make him understand that we belong together.”
“Nay,” Vor whispered. “We cannot go to your father. He would never accept me as your mate.”
Snow let out a strangled breath. “Then we find somewhere else to call home.”
Vor kissed his forehead and tucked Snow’s head under his chin. “You’d give up a life in a castle for me?”
“I would,” Snow replied. “You are my home, Vor. I go where you go.”
Vor’s body tensed. Snow frowned. He slid his head out from under Vor’s chin and eyed the alpha.
“Do you not feel the same?” Snow asked, barely able to get enough air in his lungs to ask the question.
“Of course I do,” Vor replied. “Yet…”
Snow sat up in their bed. “Yet what?”
“What kind of mate would I be to force you to live a life of drudgery when you could have one of comfort and ease? You’d be giving up everything you are… everything you know. It’s too much for me to ask of you.”
“What kind of mate would I be to push you away because you didn’t have a castle and servants?” Snow asked, sadness filling his chest. “I love you, Vor. I will go where you go, wherever that would be.”
“I love you, too,” Vor whispered, sorrow in his eyes. “Gods be damned, but I do.”
“Have I not adjusted to a life here in the cottage with you all? I’ve learned to cook, to clean, to wash… I can live this life… as long as I have you by my side.”
“I can’t imagine being anywhere but beside you,” Vor whispered. “But I know what I will rob of you to get it. It just doesn’t sit well with me.”
“Then we are agreed,” Snow said, snuggling into Vor’s warmth again. “We make our home elsewhere. Together. I care not where.”
Vor didn’t respond. He toyed with Snow’s curls, wrapping one around a thick finger. They lay in silence, but it wasn’t a comfortable one. The emotion coming from Vor in heavy waves was confusing.
“The full moon comes soon,” Snow whispered, assuming that might be what was troubling Vor.
“I’m aware.”
“Do you still plan to lock me away?” Snow asked, dread in his heart.
“I should,” Vor snapped before his voice softened for the next bit. “But I don’t know that I’ll be strong enough. The thought of you suffering alone kills me.”
Snow hid his smile from Vor.
“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.