Page 11 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
Lumic
Cloying honey filled Lumic’s mouth with life eternal and thalmic wonder. He swallowed the flavor and savored the way it slid down his dry throat. “Vitalis again? Thought that prick of an alpha was to let me die.”
His surroundings, blurry and cold, came slowly into focus as he blinked rapidly and went to rub his eyes. The bed beneath him creaked gently, clean linens caressing his body. Every thread against his smooth flesh sent a shiver through his core and ripple that had gooseflesh prickling down his legs and arms.
“He was going to, but he told me to put your body in cold storage.” Askara’s voice drew Lumic’s attention, his silhouette a welcome sight in a large bay window leading onto a small balconette that framed the moon perfectly. “I swapped your body for another, wrapped it well, and left a note with it. They’ll take it come morning to your father, I assume.”
Lumic sat up, groaning as the sheets slid down his bare chest. “I take it you put my clothes on that corpse?”
Askara made a noise of agreement as Lumic lifted the sheet and stared down at the rest of him. The wound had gone, as had the message he’d carved into his body. And by some miracle, he was clean. “You bathed me?”
“I did.” Askara left the window to approach the bed, crawling toward him on his hands and knees. “You were almost dead.”
Lumic took a deep breath, inhaling the clean scent of wildflowers, and beneath that, a cold scent, like that of blacksteel oil, a freshly sharpened sword, and the tang of citronelia fruit. Pure alpha. “Thank you.”
“It was nothing.” Askara stared him down, confusion and wonder plain in his eyes that held something Lumic couldn’t define until that moment.Innocence.
“So, are you going to get me out of here?” Lumic sat up, and the flush that ran up his cheeks wasn’t one he’d felt in a long while—an untamed heat.
“Mother Goddess says you’ll be home free in a few days if I did my duty well.” Askara’s heady scent made Lumic’s cock stir. If what Askara said was true, then he’d have time to cleanse with some honeythistle water and nightflower. He wouldn’t be the first omega to be proactive with his preventatives.
“So, she did listen.” Lumic’s heart skipped a beat. If he’d taken a favor from the goddess, and she followed her promise without trickery, then it was untrue that Croatens was forsaken, or Lumic was the first not to be.
“She always does, to me.” Askara took another stride forward on all fours, inhaling deeply. And, as any alpha would, he had reacted to Lumic’s scent, his trousers advertising a very welcome sight. “Why do you smell so good? Omegas have never smelled this good before.”
“You’ve never smelled an omega in heat before?” Lumic laughed as he drew Askara in with a hand at his shirt, grasping the lacing of his collar.
“It’s cold in the castle.”
“A begging night?”
“Begging for what?” Askara shuddered when Lumic pulled him in closer until their lips brushed.
“For you to fuck me.” Lumic released Askara’s collar and wrapped his hand around to cup the male’s neck.
“Oh.” Askara’s eyes draped over Lumic’s body as he allowed the sheets to fall.
“What did you do to my body while you bathed me? Did you touch my cock? My ass?” Lumic brushed his lips along Askara’s jawline to his ear.
“I cleaned them.” Askara swallowed hard and didn’t lean into the kiss that Lumic offered.
“Nothing untoward?” Lumic brushed his lips over Askara’s wickedly pointed ear. He really had to have been pureblood stock of royal blood to have been shaped so finely.
“That would have been rude,” Askara said, his dusk cheeks darkening.
“You promise?”
“I cannot lie.” Askara reached for his chest and brushed his fingers over markings by his collarbone. “I cannot disobey or speak untruth.”
Lumic eyed the markings suspiciously and found Askara’s words to be true. “So, do you want to touch me?”
Askara whimpered, a strained, broken noise cracking in his throat before his horns jutted free. The answer escaped breathlessly on his tongue. “Yes.”
“Where will you touch me first?” Lumic brought his mouth to Askara’s and planted the softest of kisses.
“I want to touch your arms and your waist. I like your hips and your strong legs. You’re the most handsome omega I’ve ever met.” Askara’s breath escaped with a shudder as he leaned into the kiss, reciprocating with an odd purse of his lips.
Lumic pulled back, and that innocence became clear. “You’re a virgin?”
