Chapter 11
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 was this.
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.
His living, 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 taking hold, 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 he wanted Vor’s babies to grow inside him.
Perhaps not that quickly into their fledgling romance, especially before they knew if Vor would be free—but Snow wanted to 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 was more.
Inch after glorious inch filled him and then some.
But Vor took too long. He moved in careful, short, prodding drives, being too cautious. After a few more strokes, Snow shoved against Vor’s shoulders and whimpered. When that did nothing, he threw his entire body against the alpha, trying to spin them.
His alpha was too large and strong for Snow to budge him.
Vor came to a halt. His entire body trembled, his long hair sliding off one shoulder and spreading like a curtain around Snow’s head. Vor stared at him, wide-eyed.
“Do you demand I stop?”
Stop? Why would Snow want that? He stared up at Vor and saw the clench of the alpha’s jaw. Vor was struggling to contain himself when there was no need. Snow opened his mouth to tell him just that.
“Tell me now,” Vor demanded, his voice a feral whisper that made Snow’s ache that much worse. “Much longer and I may not have the strength to walk away from you, Little Prince.”
“Nooo,” Snow sobbed. “Don’t leave me.”
“You pushed me away,” Vor growled, his eyes dark and hooded.
“I pushed…” Words failed Snow. His mind was a riot; the only thing within it was raw need. Why couldn’t Vor see that? He shook his head back and forth. “Let me up.”
Vor growled, the sound holding danger though Snow felt none.
“I want… to ride you. You move… too slow.” Snow whimpered, back arching. “Vor, please…”
Vor growled again, the sound rumbling through Snow, from his head down to his toes.
It added to the quivering need shaking him, more trembles he could not control.
Vor sank his teeth in Snow’s shoulder, hard enough to nearly pierce flesh.
Snow gasped, the hint of pain allowing him a moment of clarity amid the haze of lust.
For a split second, he feared… and at the same time, moaned from the hint of pain. Vor’s mark would last upon his skin for days. Why couldn’t it last forever?
After a lick over his bite, Vor relented and rolled them over, his thick stalk still planted deep inside Snow.
He spread his palms over Vor’s lightly furred chest and sat higher astride his mate’s hips.
He stared down at the man filling him deep, their carnal link feeling as if it were a spiritual one, as well.
Vor was his fated beloved, the mate promised him since as long as he could remember.
The only one who could truly nourish the hunger within.
Vor taking him now was the binding of old, the only kind that truly mattered.
Before there were villages and kings, laws and ceremonies, there was the claiming.
An omega in heat submitting to his rutting, fated alpha mate.
Even if they struggled to find a way forward together, they would always be one after this heat.
Snow lifted off Vor’s cock a few inches and plunged back down.
They both groaned in unison, the mingling sounds of Vor’s thunderous baritone lifting the gossamer timbre of Snow’s gentler pitch.
The concordant melody was beautiful. It would repeat over and over again as their bodies merged as one in the ancient, carnal dance of mates.
A deeper thrust caused Snow a heaving sob.
Vor’s complete domination of his body robbed him of his next breath.
By the following, he dragged in a rough gasp, rising again and emptying his body enough to expand his lungs.
On the downward stroke, Vor’s size would take hold once more and leave him loaded and full.
Vor’s hands dug into his hips and yanked him down hard.
The head of his cock pressed against Snow womb, the outline of the tip stretching his belly taut.
He was so tiny compared to Vor’s massive, brutish size.
He could barely contain the monstrous shaft within him.
Barely, yet he took thrust after thrust with joy.
Snow rode Vor hard and fast, his body a vessel made for that sensual, carnal act.
And made for that one alpha.
Vor’s alpha scent stormed Snow’s senses, the woodsy, musky aroma filling his nose and driving him to near madness. He moved with speed he’d not known he possessed, the animal instinct to join and reproduce controlling his every labor. Vor’s hands clung to his hips, urging him faster. Harder.
“I need…” Snow muttered, the ability to speak stolen as a moan of pleasure took root in his chest and exploded over his lips. “I need… you.”
“And you have me,” Vor proclaimed, turning them again and pinning Snow to the mattress once more.
Snow moaned, the sensation of being trapped under that big, strong body sending goose pimples cascading over his entire body. He arched his back, rubbing his chest against Vor’s mightier one, his nipples sensitive and aching.
“You will have my seed,” Vor murmured against his earlobe. “Deep inside your womb, my omega.”
Somewhere through the haze, Snow registered those words.
My omega.
He whimpered. Vor had claimed him, truly.
“My sons will take root within,” Vor growled. “And your belly will swell and ripen.”
All Snow could see in his head was his stomach inflated and full with Vor’s child. Coupled with the heavy, deep strokes of Vor’s cock, his body tensed, the glimmering call of an orgasm fast approaching.