Page 27 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
“They have no chance of stopping us. I hate to push this on you so suddenly…” Lumic huffed and leaned down, putting his head to Askara’s chest, letting his horns spiral free into the air. “About what happened to us when—when we were—my heat.”
“That was lovely. I remember it.” Askara had remembered it, right into his handseveraltimes during his stay. “I’ll do it again, if you wish. Gladly.”
“I—wasn’t able to get my medicines in time and—” Lumic’s face turned such a beautiful shade of pink, the heat of his cheeks washing out his freckles.
“Are you sick?” Askara placed his palms on Lumic’s shoulders as he sat up and slouched a little. His fingers trailed the omega’s chest, down to his hips where they rested like they were meant to be there. A perfect fit.
Lumic cleared his throat and glanced away. “In a manner. The kind of sick an omega gets when he spends a heat with an alpha.”
Askara drew a blank. He’d been very sheltered when it came to the opposite sexes.
“I’m pregnant.” Lumic choked on the words as he said them, his eyes watering again. “We don’t have to keep it if we—”
Askara’s heart clenched, eyes dipping down to stare at Lumic’s belly. It was largely the same as last he saw. Granted, Askara didn’t know what he was looking for, exactly. “A baby?”
“Not if you don’t want it to be. You can leave or we can—someone can raise it. I don’t think I could bear to rid myself of it.” Lumic rubbed at his eyes and sobbed just once as Askara’s mind reeled with the news.
“We… I made a baby with you?” Askara reached to palm his hands on Lumic’s belly and laughed just once in a huff. “That’s… We can have a family? Mine and yours? For real?”
Lumic nodded. “No matter what anyone says. Us. Together.”
“So, we’re mated?” Askara’s brow furrowed. Babies happened between mates.
Lumic’s brow furrowed in confusion. The way he cocked his head took the steam out of their moment. Though he did enjoy the sigil hanging there on his neck. “Not unless you want to be.”
“But we—you’re…” Askara used it as an excuse to rub Lumic’s belly once more. It didn’t feel different, but babies took time to grow, didn’t they? “We’re not mated.”
Lumic’s puzzled expression only deepened until a dawning look of realization drew him into a rough laugh. Part of leading a sheltered life didn’t lend to one having the most spectacular of educations on sex and its consequences. Lumic carefully explained to him what they’d done.
“Please don’t send them away or do the other thing. But it’s your decision. I’ll be there for whatever you choose.” Askara let his hands wander Lumic’s stomach and circled to his hips. The thought of Lumic being his, the warmth of his weight and the familiar straddle made Askara’s cock plump in his trousers.
“After all that and you can still be hard for me?” Lumic leaned up to peer down at Askara’s bulge. He ran a single finger over it with a warm smile. “Alpha, the second I have you out of this cell, we’re going to pray to your moon mother and rut until it is time to thank the sun.”
Askara bit his lower lip painfully hard, his cock straining at the thin fabric. “But we can’t do that… You’re—you know?”
Lumic laughed again. “It’ll be fine. If you want to wait until you can ask the healer questions, that’s fine, too.”
Askara nodded sheepishly. The thought of Lumic coming back to him, bringing him the start of their family, promisinghim a life together, freedom—and then the prospect of hurting him or their unborn child… It made Askara’s hackles prickle and horns push free. The urge to have Lumic closer to him, twisted against him,insideof him rose so fast that Askara couldn’t contain himself. He had Lumic pulled into a kiss again, their mouths hungry.
“Let’s go to my chambers, Askara.” Lumic sat up and huffed when Askara drew him down again, folding against him in a tangle of legs when they rolled together. With gentle grace, Askara drew the blanket over them and cocooned themselves in the scratchy warmth. “Kinda smells bad in here.”
“It does. But I’m not ready to see my mothers just yet.” Askara nuzzled under the blanket with Lumic, pressing their noses together. The green in Lumic’s eyes danced like backlit emeralds. “Let it be us for one more minute.”
One minute turned to five, turned to almost falling asleep right there, before Lumic insisted and they strode free of his cell.
Nobody had given boots to Askara, so his dusk-colored feet padded softly against aggressively clean stone floors, like his home had been only a few years ago. Lumic wasn’t watching his feet, his shoddy pants, or shirt that hung off him limply. His hair hung in clumps, uncombed. He didn’t call attention to any of it.
Through the myriad of halls, they left to scale the steps to the main floor, down a long corridor, and finally they stopped before a set of elaborately carved glass and steel doors. The moon glittered through them, only a sliver of her full glory, but that was enough.
“Mother…” Askara rushed through the door, hand reaching back to take Lumic’s, his prize and pride. Where most people had to light candles, drawing the light of a star on earth to the sky, a beacon to summon her attention, Askara needed only his voice. The flame that summoned her lay within his silvery eyes. “Mother Goddess, moon above…”
Lumic reached for Askara’s hand and looked upward. “Lady goddess, moo—”
You will call me mother, Croatens omega.
The voice cracked sharply in his ear, and he shied away from her, bowing his head in deference.
Look upon me.
