Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Snow’s face burned with shame, but there was good reason why he wasn’t mated.
Each time an interested prince came courting, they would end up ensorcelled by his step-papa’s beauty instead.
Why wouldn’t they be? Snow was plain by comparison.
He didn’t care to point that out to Vor, who seemed to enjoy looking at him for some reason.
Fourteen years stuck in the cottage with only a group of alphas to look at, was clearly that reason.
“Is it not obvious?” Snow muttered.
“Nay,” Vor said. “It is not.”
“I am no great beauty.”
Vor scoffed. “Says who?”
“Everyone,” Snow replied. “The Prince Consort is the most beautiful in the land. I pale in comparison. No one can see past him.”
“I doubt there is anyone lovelier than you,” Vor whispered.
Snow looked up at Vor from under his lashes. He rather liked having an alpha’s rapt attention. Especially that alpha. Vor made his insides feel liquid. Liquid that was turned molten by Vor’s touch.
Vor’s fingers squeezed his asscheeks again, pulling them and exposing his leaking hole. “Have you ever known the touch of an alpha, Snow White of Kleeve-Burgh?”
He hadn’t. Not in the way Vor meant. He had used his collection of godemiches during his heats, to satisfy the need as much as it could be satisfied by a pale imitation.
His godemiches might only be replicas of the real thing, but wasn’t it practically the same?
A cock was a cock, whether made from horn, leather, or flesh.
“I have,” Snow fibbed, fearing Vor might think him too na?ve and stop making him feel so good.
Vor smiled while sliding his hand between Snow’s cheeks. One of Vor’s broad fingers circled his leaking hole, tormenting the wicked flesh. Snow stretched his body long and tight, the need for that finger to slip inside powerful.
“Good,” Vor said. “I would never despoil a virgin.”
“Would it really matter?” Snow asked before whimpering when Vor moved his hand away from his hole. “Touch me.”
“Where?” Vor asked. From his hearty chuckle that followed, Snow assumed he knew the answer and was teasing. “Where does the little prince wish me to touch him?”
“Inside,” Snow growled, arching his back.
Vor lowered his head, his lips a breath away from kissing Snow’s. “How much do you crave me inside you?”
A tremor crashed through Snow’s body. “Very much.”
“Kiss me,” Vor whispered. “And if I feel your craving strong enough, I’ll give you what you ask for.”
Snow stared at the lips he’d already longed to kiss. A mewl came from him as he lifted up to meet Vor’s mouth.
Vor lifted his head away, denying Snow. His rejection stung. Snow tried again, only for Vor to refuse once more.
“You’re playing with me,” Snow said, pushing against Vor’s muscled chest.
“I won’t make it easy for you, little prince.” Vor smiled, not letting go. While circling Snow’s hole with one finger, Vor’s lips parted and he seemed to struggle to take his next breath. “Try harder.”
Snow wrapped his arms around Vor’s neck and lifted himself.
Vor avoided the kiss, turning his head a heartbeat before Snow won.
Growling, Snow rose to straddle Vor’s lap.
He grasped Vor with both hands, his whiskers scratching at Snow’s palms. Snow planted a kiss firmly, before Vor could deny him again.
“There,” Snow said, backing away and gazing at Vor victoriously.
“That’s all?” Vor asked, cocking a brow.
Snow gasped. His jaw went slack, eyes wide. “Is that all?”
“No tongue. No nibbles. No licking,” Vor said, almost looking pained. Thankfully, a hint of a smile gave away his ruse. “Do you really want me—or not?”
Snow had witnessed frantic kisses in the shadowed corners of ballrooms. An earl’s son had tried with him years before on a walk amongst a garden and he’d hated every second of it. He’d barely been able to breathe. If that was what Vor wanted, Snow wasn’t sure he could stand it.
But Vor wasn’t a weak, smelly earl’s son, either.
He was a powerful alpha who made him crave things he had no right to crave.
He pressed his lips to Vor’s again and kissed him gently.
After a moment, he slid his tongue over the crease between Vor’s strong lips.
The alpha opened to him, swiping his tongue against Snow’s.
Snow gasped, the sensation much more pleasing with Vor than an earl’s son.
Their kiss deepened until Snow rolled his hips against Vor, their hard staffs sliding against one another.
His smaller cock was not as mighty as the alpha’s, but it made no difference.
The pressure… the rubbing… it felt wonderful.
One of Vor’s hands slid between his cheeks again.
A finger moved against his slickened hole and plunged inside.
Snow inhaled, his mind spinning from the sensations unfolding within.
Vor’s lips never left his. He only intensified the kiss the deeper his finger traveled.
In and out it slid, the building friction making Snow wetter and wetter.
Another finger stretched him open wider. Snow wheezed, gasping at the intrusion. His fingertips sank into Vor’s shoulders, neck arched back. Vor’s lips trailed down the column as his fingers continued their offense, stretching him in preparation.
“You’re so tight,” Vor whispered against his neck. “You’re going to grip my cock like a fist.”
A shudder shook Snow. “Yes,” he murmured, ready to know the feel of it inside him. “Now, Vor… please. I want your cock inside me.”
Vor withdrew his fingers and wiped them against the cloth lying at the bottom of the tub.
He lifted his cock into place. Snow could feel the broad glans against his entrance and mewled to have it deep inside.
Before Vor could move, Snow sank onto the shaft, too ravenous to wait.
Vor froze, a growl rumbling through his chest. Inch by inch, Snow took the alpha into him, moaning as he was filled to the brim.
Snow stopped, so full he could barely breathe.
“Just a little more,” Vor murmured.
More? There was no more room.
Vor lifted Snow off his cock before lowering again and adding a thrust of his hips.
Snow moaned, lost between the sensations of pleasure and pain.
Vor pierced him deeper, molding Snow’s body to his huge cock.
The abundance filling his body was all-consuming.
Vor’s cock took up too much space, yet Snow wasn’t willing to let an inch of it go.
As the fog filling his head thinned, his body trembled, pleasure winning over the pain. Snow lowered his hand to his belly, sure he felt the head of Vor’s cock pushing against him there. A hard lump met his palm, and he gasped.
Vor grinned. “Noblemen and their tiny cocks can’t compare with an alpha like me, can they?”
Snow shook his head, running his hand over the bump again. “I doubt anyone can.”
Vor lifted Snow off his cock a few inches before sliding him back down.
Snow moved both hands to Vor’s shoulders while the pace quickened, holding on to keep his balance.
With each thrust, it seemed Vor moved deeper into him, which couldn’t be possible.
His body slowly softened around Vor, shaping around the man’s impressive size.
As untried as Snow was, it only took a matter of minutes for his body to tense and the glimmer of an orgasm to appear on the horizon.
They rushed towards the void at breakneck speed.
Snow just barely hung on, his mind and body already too far flung.
He stared into Vor’s lust-darkened eyes and sensed a bond forged by flesh.
A searing brand placed upon his soul.
Mine.
He wasn’t sure if the voice had been Vor’s or one whispered in his own mind, but in that moment, he didn’t care.
Snow screamed Vor’s name as he came, his body shaking violently.
His vision went black for a few seconds, a loss of control shaking through his limbs.
A sense of soaring came over him. Tears filled his eyes and blurred his vision.
Was this what release felt like with another? A wild, frantic moment of abandon, where he felt untethered from his body?
Snow gasped, realizing he hadn’t breathed for long seconds. The alpha tugged him closer, as if keeping him from floating away. Barely conscious, he was glad Vor was there to hold tight. Before Snow could come down from the staggering heights, Vor pulled him down.
Hard.
Vor’s knot popped inside him, drawing a gasp from him.
A roar bellowed from the alpha, echoing around the room, and triggered more shaking from Snow.
He was quite sure the warmth he felt spreading inside was Vor’s hot cum filling his womb.
The alpha held him almost too tight, making it harder to breathe.
Finally, Vor relaxed his hold and Snow dragged in a desperate breath. Locked as one, he sat back and looked into Vor’s eyes, fearing it might be awkward after what they’d just shared—but there was nothing he felt but bliss.
“Did you feel that?” Vor asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He caressed Snow’s face with gentle fingertips.
“I felt many things,” Snow replied, sensing what Vor was truly asking him.
The word ‘mine’ repeated over and over inside his head.
“The connection,” Vor said before shaking his head, his lovely little smile disappearing. “Never mind.”
“I felt it,” Snow whispered.
“Nay,” Vor spat, shaking his head and turning his gaze. “It would be too cruel if true.”
Snow frowned. “Too cruel?”
“I’m not worthy of a prince,” Vor spat.
Snow forced Vor to face him. “I’m no longer a prince. Remember?”
Vor narrowed his eyes. “Even so… I’m a prisoner here, Snow. You’re not. You’re not meant to be here—and I can’t leave.”
The idea of walking away from Vor made his stomach heave. This man… this was his alpha. He knew it as much as his body knew to drag in his next breath.
Before Snow could say as much, the door to his bedroom swung open. Shen walked in, appearing cross.
“If you’re done abusing poor Snow, the evening meal has been ready for some time. We’re starving.”
“Eat,” Vor said before wiping his face with one hand. “We’ll be out shortly.”
“It’s discourteous not to wait for a guest to be served first.”
Snow looked over his shoulder at Shen, his cheeks warming. Shen’s gaze drifted from Snow’s eyes, down to where Vor’s cock was planted deep, and back up. Shen smiled, his eyes glittering with hunger.
Shock filled Snow. Not only because Shen looked but at the excitement filling him at being seen full of Vor’s cock. His own flagging cock rushed to hardness again.
Shen whispered something in a language Snow wasn’t familiar with, but from the tone, he sensed what might’ve been alluded to.
“Please eat, if you’re hungry,” Snow said, struggling to hold Shen’s avid gaze. “I’m as much at fault for delaying your meal as Vor is. Perhaps more so. Don’t hold it on my account.”
Shen didn’t respond. He only continued to peruse Snow’s naked form, his fists tightening at his sides. Snow should’ve covered himself, but he didn’t. He arched his back a bit more and turned so Shen could see his swollen pecs and tight, rosy nipples.
“Delightful,” Shen murmured before forcing himself through a narrow gap in the door, as if he wanted no one else to witness what he’d just seen.
Quiet filled the bedroom for a few seconds.
“You want him,” Vor said baldly, searching Snow’s face as if looking for answers there.
Snow examined Vor’s face in return. There seemed no jealousy in his tone or expression, but then there had been no emotion in either. “And if I did?”
Vor’s gaze narrowed. “You’re mine.”
“I belong to no one,” Snow countered, even though he sensed that was a lie in his heart.
Mine.
“And as you just said, I’m free to live as I wish now.” Snow smiled, squeezing his inner muscles around Vor’s knot and cock. “What if I wish is to know all of you like this?”
Vor’s nostrils flared. His lips flattened into a firm, hard line. Snow expected a denial but was surprised when it never came.
“Luckily for you, I believe I might enjoy seeing you well-used and full of another’s cock.”
Snow inhaled a deep breath, shocked by the admission. “You’d share me with your friends?”
“Friends?” Vor scoffed. “Forced housemates. Not all are my friends.” Vor trailed his thumb over Snow’s bottom lip, watching his digit travel before looking up.
He captured Snow’s attention with his piercing gaze.
“One rule. I am always near to ensure your safety. You’ll fuck no other without me in the room. ”
Snow eyed Vor and decided that was fair enough. More than one lover? That was even more tantalizing. He smiled up at Vor. “Agreed.” Snow considered Vor a moment. “And if I have rules of my own?”
Vor grinned. “Name them.”
“I only share my body when I choose and with whom.”
“Of course,” Vor said. “That was assumed.”
Snow heart swelled at that response. “And I sleep in your bed each night, no matter who I fucked. As mates do.”
Vor’s smile wavered. “That implies you’ll remain here past one night.”
“I have nowhere to go, Vor. Would you really force me to leave?”
Vor closed his eyes a few seconds before pinning Snow with his gaze. “A few nights are probably fine, but much more, I don’t know. While we’re typically left alone, that doesn’t mean he might not show his face when we least expect it. I fear for your safety if you remain here.”
“I fear for my safety if I leave here,” Snow replied.
Vor sighed. “As do I. I don’t know which is more dangerous. At least here, I’d be there for some semblance of protection.”
Snow smiled. “Do you agree?”
Vor frowned as if he didn’t understand.
“That I sleep in your bed and your bed alone each night. As mates do.”
Vor chuckled under his breath. “Yes. As mates do.”
“You’ll hold me tight, in your arms, and love me as I deserve?” Snow asked.
“I can’t think of anything I wish to do more,” Vor whispered before capturing his lips.