Chapter 11 #2
The second Vor bit his neck again, Snow shattered.
As teeth sank into flesh, he screamed, coming so hard that his vision went black.
Vor cradled him close, stroking his cock to milk every drop of his orgasm—until he was left near boneless, breathless, and limp under his huge alpha.
Vor pumped deep inside him, commanding his body still.
A few thrusts later, Snow felt the opening of his womb spread wide and Vor’s cock implant itself there.
His knot expanded, locking them together as the first jets of hot cum exploded within Snow. Vor’s release set off reverberations within Snow, as if he came again, his thighs shaking.
Vor panted for air, resting his forehead against Snow’s. After a few seconds, Vor pressed a gentle kiss there.
“Have I harmed you?”
Snow hadn’t the energy to open his eyes. “I am undone.”
“Look at me,” Vor implored, tipping Snow’s chin up with his large fingers.
Snow pried his eyes open.
“Have I… harmed you?”
Vor’s stare was so earnest that it nearly brought Snow to tears. “No.”
Snow smiled as he watched the look of relief cross Vor’s ashen face.
“I lost control a couple of times. I feared I’d pushed too hard,” Vor said. He paused to draw in another long breath. “You’re so tiny, Snow. I’ve worried I’d tear you apart as savage as you make me on a normal day. Lost to the rut? I don’t know what might happen.”
Snow’s smile grew. “I make you into a savage, do I?”
“You know you do,” Vor said, rolling his eyes.
“I actually didn’t,” Snow whispered.
Vor caressed his face. “Well… now you do. And I’ll endeavor to make sure you know just how beastly you make me feel at any given moment.” He smiled, and it lit up his entire face. “Are you well? Truthfully?”
“I am… though I could use a little more room to breathe.” Snow writhed under Vor until the man lifted off him some. “Has your cock gotten larger? I don’t recall it ever filling me so.”
“I’ve heard that some alphas grow a bit larger in rut. I’d never noticed that I was one of them,” Vor replied, brushing Snow’s curls back from his brow. He searched Snow’s face, a slow, syrupy smile stretching his lips. “But then, I’ve never been in full rut before, either.”
“Never?”
Vor shook his head. “The unmated alphas of our kingdom were sent to the wilds when our omegas were in heat. I’ve felt a passing shimmer before, when I got too close to a young omega going through his first earlier than expected, but nothing more.
And as you know, I’ve spent many years here without an omega in sight. ”
“I’m your first,” Snow murmured, fighting a smile.
“That you are,” Vor said, darkness coming over his face.
“You’re mine, too.”
Vor frowned. “You weren’t a virgin when I first had you.”
Snow winced. He hated that he’d lied but it wasn’t time for him to come clean. Not now when at his most vulnerable. “You were my first to share a heat.”
A smile spread over Vor’s lips. “I am?”
“You are,” Snow replied.
Vor’s smile grew wider. He rolled them over, laying Snow over him more comfortably. “Can you breathe comfortably?”
“I can,” Snow said, resting his head over Vor’s still rapidly beating heart.
Quiet fell between them, and Snow attempted to close his eyes—but there were too many questions he needed answers to before he could sleep. He lifted his head and laid his chin on Vor’s chest.
“Why did you not lock me away for my heat?”
Vor scowled. “And chance another of the alphas getting to you?”
“None came in just now.”
“You didn’t hear them trying the lock on the door?” Vor asked.
“No,” Snow said, eyes widening. “I didn’t.”
Vor played with Snow’s curls. “Had I not triple locked it last night, they might’ve made it in here.”
“Triple locked it?” Snow cringed, worried it had been Shen trying to get in.
“The cottage was built by an alpha lord a long, long time ago. This was his bedchamber—and he’d built in protections for himself and his omega.
If you check the windows closely, you’ll see they are covered with iron cages.
The door has two bolts. One that rises into the stone above and another below.
The door itself has a metal sheet within it, as well. ”
“That’s why it’s so heavy,” Snow murmured, eyeing it.
“They’re not getting in here with us,” Vor said. He tucked a knuckle under Snow’s chin and lifted it. “I know you might feel as if you’re denying them. I hope that’s not the case.”
Snow considered that question, unsure the truth would go over well. “Playing with them is fun, but my heat belongs to my alpha.”
Vor’s face relaxed.
Snow grew silent, his body both exhausted and exhilarated. He knew he should rest before the second wave, but he had so many questions stirring in his mind. It was his first time, after all.
“I was told that I might say things—strange things—when I was finally with an alpha during my heat,” Snow said.
“Like begging me to breed you?” Vor asked, one corner of his lips curling up.
Snow’s cheeks warmed. “Yes, like that.” He trailed the fingertips of one hand over Vor’s furry chest. “Were you also afflicted by instinct when you said the things you said?”
“Afflicted? You make it sound as if it were a disease.”
Snow scrunched his nose up. “Well, in a way, it almost feels like a disease. Of the mind. I didn’t feel in control at all. Between you claiming my body and the instinct taking over my mind, I had little choice in what I said or did.”
Vor’s smile faltered. “I’m sorry you feel that way.” He frowned. “If you feel this is too much, we can part before the next wave hits. You can lock and barricade the door behind me.”
“Vor… no. I didn’t mean that I disliked it or I was upset… it was just… surprising how little control I had over my own body and mind.” He paused to toy with a curl of hair on Vor’s chest. “Did you have control?”
“Ruts don’t affect alphas as strongly as heats affect omegas, or so I’m told. While it’s near impossible to fight the instinct, I can, if need be.”
“I don’t want you to.”
Vor inhaled and released it slowly before toying with his curls more.
Snow looked up through his lashes. “And the things you said?”
“We’re not ready to have a child, Snow.”
An implied ‘yet’ hung in the air and made him grin. “You said you could control it, yet you said you wanted to fill me with your sons.”
“It was the instinct. I wasn’t fighting it when I said those things,” Vor replied, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Now? I know better.”
“And if I end up pregnant this heat?”
Vor’s smile faded. “I don’t know how to answer that. Especially when it makes me feel even worse for doing what I’m doing with you.”
“We’re mates.”
“And I’m a captive. Do you really wish to bring a child into this prison?”
Snow shrugged. “It’s not so bad here. I’ve enjoyed my time with you and your friends.”
“Not friends,” Vor corrected. “Fellow inmates.”
“I can tell which of the men you consider more than a fellow inmate,” Snow chided.
“Oh? Can you now?”
Snow nodded. “Shen is your favorite. You don’t want to like Hwa, but you do. Owan makes you chuckle, even when you fight it tooth and nail.”
One of Vor’s brows rose higher. “And the others?”
“You don’t trust Greer, not fully. And Lazlo and Klaus keep to themselves… and you leave them to it.”
Vor’s lips curled at the corners. “Spot on.”
“I rather agree with your opinion of them, too, though I think I like Hwa and Owan a wee bit more than you do, though.”
“And they, and Shen, like you very much, as well,” Vor whispered.
A niggle of doubt swept through Snow. “I sense you have a large soft spot for Shen.”
Vor frowned. “No more than any of the others.”
Snow wasn’t so sure of that. He lifted a brow and eyed his mate.
“Okay, yes, I’m attracted to Shen. Sexually.
My romantic feelings are for you alone. I don’t see him as a partner.
I see him as someone fun I like to fuck as often as possible—and now that you’re here in my life, he and I would only be together if you were there with me.
Seeing the excitement in your eyes turns me on more than it ever did with him alone. ”
Snow kissed Vor’s lips. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
“I wanted to tell you sooner but feared it might scare you.”
Snow shook his head. “Your desires don’t scare me. I want to know what excites you. What brings you pleasure. I want to know the naughty thoughts circling inside your mind.”
“And I want those things from you, too.”
Snow smiled. “Well, the next time you fuck Shen, I want you to bend him in half like you do me instead of from behind.”
“I can do that,” Vor whispered.
Snow met Vor’s gaze. “I like it when you watch other alphas fuck me. I can see the lust grow in your eyes the harder they push me. While I enjoy their bodies, it’s still truly you I’m trying to please.”
“I like that,” Vor replied, smiling broadly. He threaded a hand through Snow’s curls and brought him as high up as possible to offer a chaste kiss.
“That’s all I get?” Snow asked.
“We’re still locked,” Vor replied. “If I pull too much more, I will hurt you.”
As if it heard Vor, his knot slowly deflated and he was able to pull from Snow’s body. Snow crawled higher and demanded the kiss he should’ve gotten. Their tongues warred, Snow quickly growing heated again.
“You should rest,” Vor said, pulling his mouth from Snow’s. “The next heat will soon be upon us.”
Snow sighed but did as Vor suggested. Glancing at the window, he noticed the morning grew brighter by the second. “Do you think we’ll have time for another before you have to leave?”
“I don’t know,” Vor said, closing his eyes. “I hope so. But rest for now… and we’ll see what happens.”
Snow wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the first hints of his second wave woke him. The sun was higher in the sky, too high for Vor to still be there. Yet when Snow turned in the bed, his alpha was there beside him, wide awake and watching him.
Joy filled Snow’s heart. “Your rut is overriding the curse?”
Vor shook his head. His mask slipped, showing he was clearly in pain.
“Don’t,” Snow snapped. Concern for Vor took control, overriding his need for a few seconds. “Go if you must. I have the godemiche. I’ll survive without you.”
Vor closed his eyes, trembling. “I don’t want… to leave you… alone.”
“I’ll manage. I’ve done so for years without you. Please… don’t endure this pain for me.” Snow whimpered. “Go… before I can’t let you go.”
Vor growled low in his throat. The sound of it set something off within Snow, sparking his need into flame within. Snow stifled a moan, turning his head from Vor when all he wanted was to lean closer and surrender to his mate.
When Vor leapt from the bed, Snow silenced a sob.
Vor pulled on his braies and boots, his broad back to Snow.
As his alpha rounded the bed towards the door, Snow searched the table beside the bed, reaching for the godemiche they’d made him.
Before he could capture it, he was hauled out of bed and tossed over Vor’s shoulder.
“What’re you doing?” Snow demanded.
Vor didn’t answer. He growled, unlocking the door. The rumble from the growl vibrated through Snow, causing another moan. Slick dripped from him, more with every jostle and step Vor made. On their path to wherever Vor was taking him, Snow noticed the cottage was empty.
The front door was opened. Vor leaned over. Snow thought it was to let him down, but that wasn’t the case. He rose again and exited the cottage, the warm early spring sun cast down over them. It warmed his bare bottom and back.
“Vor?” Snow forced out as he writhed against his alpha’s shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Breeding you,” Vor growled, striding across the meadow.
He stopped within a copse of trees near the cottage.
Snow was lowered to his bare feet, toes touching soft moss.
His back was shoved against the trunk of a wide beech tree, the bark scratching his back.
A glint of light hit him before Vor swung his silver axe into the tree beside them.
He swung a few more times before lodging it there then lifting and pinning Snow against the trunk.
After fumbling with the ties of his braies, Vor freed his cock and rammed it into Snow’s slick, gaping hole. He clung to Vor, wrapping his arms around his alpha’s neck and holding tight as he was pounded into.
Without stopping, Vor snatched the axe handle and made several more rough chops into the trunk of the neighboring beech. Snow shuddered against his alpha, overjoyed Vor had come up with something that satisfied their heat and rut—and hopefully the curse.
The sweet smells of the meadow finally blooming with early spring flowers filled his nose, along with the verdant aroma of the grass and leaves.
Vor’s musky, alpha scent, his sweet slick, and the aftermath of their earlier fucking blended with those.
It was a heady mixture that threatened to make his head spin.
At some point, the instinct took over and he barely remembered what came next besides the animal grunting, sweat-coated bodies, and untold pleasure.
He woke, out of breath and gasping, cradled in Vor’s arms. He writhed before hissing, forgetting that they were likely bound.
Vor’s knot indeed kept them locked together.
“That was… interesting,” Snow said between inhales.
Vor chuckled. “I tried to hold back, but the pain was driving me mad. I hope this is okay?”
Snow caressed his alpha’s cheek. “Of course it is.”
They spent the rest of the day at the edge of the meadow, fucking and Vor chopping, one done well and the other poorly.
When the sun lowered behind the trees, Vor lifted him and carried him back into the cottage, only stopping to snag ale, water, and some bread.
After Vor had wiped both their bodies down and they’d both had a few bites to eat, they rested.
Until they roused again for the next wave. And on it went for three days, until they could barely move from exhaustion.
On the last evening, when they were both spent, Snow drifted off and awoke in a warm tub. He glanced up at Vor who trailed his fingertips absently over Snow’s thigh.
“The last thing I remember was passing out in the meadow. I’m sorry you had to carry me inside. You’re more exhausted than I am.”
“Nay,” Vor said. “You have it much worse than I. And it is my role to tend to you. To protect you.”
Snow lifted Vor’s hand to his lips and kissed the fingers that had shown him nothing but pleasure and adoration. “Thank you for that protection. I’ve never felt more loved than I do with you, Vor.”
Vor met his stare. “Because I love you, Snow White.”
Snow fought a sob. “And I, you, my alpha.”