Chapter 7 #2
A tremor crashed over him, and Snow came hard, wailing around Vor’s cock.
A mouth came down over his shaft, suckling his release.
He couldn’t be sure with his head tilted up to take Vor’s cock, but he sensed it was Owan.
A moan that came, vibrating around his shaft, all but proved it in Snow’s mind.
Owan finished suckling his load just before Vor came and offered one for Snow to sample.
Some spilled out over his cheeks and down his chin, but he did his best to swallow all the salty-sweetness he could.
A few strokes later, Greer’s cum splashed across his bare chest and dripped down from one nipple.
Owan pulled from his hand and gave the final jerks needed to paint a similar image across the other side.
Hwa and Shen followed, shoving their knots deep inside Snow in unison.
Thankfully, their knots were smaller, and the pair together barely stretched him any wider than Vor had.
They both roared, whispering words in languages Snow didn’t understand.
Once again, he had a good idea what was said from their deeply pleasured tones.
By the end of it, Snow lay panting amid the pile of men and tangled limbs, smiling to himself that he’d given and taken so much pleasure from them. He’d walked into the cottage a virgin. He’d leave it a wanton manwhore, well used and well loved.
“You look satisfied with yourself,” Vor murmured as he stared down, his tone and expression devoid of emotion.
Snow hesitated a moment, fearful he’d read Vor’s signals wrong. Had he unknowingly crossed a line?
“Shouldn’t I be? I just made five big, bad alphas come,” Snow said, forcing a smile.
Vor’s expression didn’t change… but Snow decided he’d done nothing to feel ashamed of. He’d enjoyed their hands and mouths and their cocks inside of him. If Vor had a problem with that, it was Vor’s problem to deal with.
The corners of Vor’s lips finally curled up, and Snow breathed easier.
“You’re evil,” Snow said.
Vor frowned. “Why do you say that?”
“Nothing,” Snow said, brushing the explanation aside. He grinned instead, enjoying the languidity of his body.
“Pride comes before a fall, you know?” Vor said, fighting a smile.
“I’ve already fallen,” Snow replied, gazing up at the alpha. “I can’t go much lower.”
Vor’s small smile faded. “You’re right. Nowhere is lower than this prison of ours.”
Snow’s smile disappeared, too. His heart ached for the hell these alphas had endured. Perhaps he’d made their perdition a small bit better, if only for one night.
“Just cleaned him up and here we went and made him dirty again,” Greer said, seemingly oblivious to Vor’s melancholy. “We need to clean our little prince up.”
“On it,” Owan murmured before lowering his head.
He licked a path across Snow’s chest, cleaning seed as he went. He circled one nipple before sliding over to the other and suckling Snow.
“I love your little teats,” Owan whispered before licking the nipple he’d released.
“I don’t have teats,” Snow argued, but when he looked down his chest, he noticed they were a wee bit swollen.
Glancing at Shen’s bared chest, it wasn’t too different than the alpha’s muscle-swollen pecs, yet Snow wasn’t brawny like the alphas.
His pointed a bit, the nipples wider and longer than their flatter peaks. “Do I?”
“They’re a little puffy. Nothing like they’ll be one day when they’re full of milk,” Shen said. His smile ebbed, and he sighed. “What shall we do with you on the next full moon? I suppose you can’t stay here with us. It would be too dangerous for you.”
“He’s mine,” Vor snapped. “He goes nowhere.”
Snow lifted his surprised gaze to Vor. That mine made his womb ache… and his body yearn to be closer.
“Yours, hmm?” Greer asked, one brow rising.
“Ignore me.” Vor’s cheeks grew red. He dragged his gaze from Snow and eyed the flames, one broad hand rubbing over his mouth and chin, the weight of the world appearing to land on his shoulders. “I doubt he’ll still be here by then.”
“And where will he go?” Hwa asked before turning Snow’s chin. “Do you have somewhere safe you can go?”
“Even if he did, we couldn’t escort him any farther than the boundaries. He wouldn’t be safe on the roads alone,” Shen argued before Snow could answer.
“Do you have someone safe you can turn to?” Owan asked Snow.
Snow shook his head. “I have distant cousins in Francia, but they might write to my father notifying him I was there. My step-papa would learn I was alive… and he might try sending another assassin. Perhaps one I can’t convince to let me run away from.”
“That decides it,” Shen said. “Snow stays here for as long as he needs.”
“Wait!” Klaus barked from the shadows. “When did we decide this? He was supposed to be here for one night.”
“All those in favor of Snow remaining here?” Shen asked, raising a hand.
Greer, Hwa, Owan, and even Lazlo lifted a hand. Snow turned to eye Vor who scoffed before half-heartedly lifting a hand.
“You’re outnumbered,” Shen said to Klaus. “Snow stays.”
The alphas looked satisfied—all but Klaus.
And Vor.
Snow eyed his alpha, his heart aching that Vor appeared unhappy.
“Are you his, little prince?” Greer whispered beside him, obviously noting Vor’s unease.
Snow ignored Greer’s question, focusing on what Vor had said.
Mine. They were mates—it was abundantly clear Snow was where he belonged.
Of course, they weren’t legally mated before the church, but it mattered little to him.
Prince or pauper, properly mated or not, they were bound together by fate.
He wanted to share his heat with his alpha.
He rose from the pillows and knelt at Vor’s feet. “Do you truly not want me here when my heat comes?”
“Of course I want you here,” Vor murmured before pulling Snow into his lap.
Snow curled into his mate, getting warmer.
“But not under these circumstances. This is our prison, Snow, and even if the wizard rarely comes, the longer you stay, the higher the chances he might learn you’re here.
My only hesitation is fear for your safety. ”
“I’ll leave if you truly feel it best,” Snow whispered, unsure where to turn next.
“Nay,” Vor spat. He sighed, closing his eyes for a couple of heartbeats. “Unless there is somewhere safer for you?”
Snow shook his head. “No. I have nowhere to go.”
Vor met his gaze. “Then, for now, I suppose this is your home, too.”
Snow fought the smile coming to his lips.
“Don’t look so pleased,” Vor admonished.
Snow bit the inside of his lip to mask his excitement. He belonged to Vor—and in a fortnight, so would his body and his heat. One day, Vor would put big, beautiful sons on him. Maybe sooner than either of them really wished.
That thought gave him pause. He didn’t want to raise their children in a prison.
There was no future for any of them there, he, Vor, their future offspring—or the other alphas stuck there. He needed to save them from their dilemma, one way or another. Their futures rested on escape. Mind spinning, he had a fortnight to find an answer to save them all.
It wasn’t enough time, but it’s all he had.