Page 30 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
“I don’t envy the maid who has to clean their sheets come morning,” Pallosar muttered as Lumic tore away with Askara.
“Bath first.” Lumic panted as Askara stumbled and followed dutifully.
“Your castles are built over hot springs like most are, right?” Askara asked, but Lumic shook his head.
“We have underground springs and have a bathing chamber there, but the heating is done thalmically. There’re no active faults in the area—and thank fuck for that.” Every word he spoke to Askara seemed more freeing than the last, opening him to the possibility of having someone to share his life with—his love.
When they approached the baths, the still water rippled with the air of their movements.
“The estate’s baths were hot springs, but they never got really warm.” Askara dipped a dirty toe into the water as he stood at the edge. The temperature, warm enough to break a fever, drew them in one after another.
“No magic whatsoever to warm it?” Lumic tossed his clothes to the side into a reed basket for the help to gather and wash. He made Askara throw his rags into the bin, the fabric sullied beyond good taste.
“Well, Miree and Ruvaen, who raised me… They had low thalms. Not enough to sustain things, and my thalms, well…” Askara gestured to his chest. “If it’s something really passionate,I can circumvent them, but otherwise, I’m unable to use them without express permission.”
“I permit you to use your th—” Lumic started but silenced as Askara reached out.
“Do not unleash my thalms until I have the resources to learn to use them. Until then, once you are my mate, you may draw from my power. Use me as you see fit.” Askara took Lumic’s hands, kissing them ever so lightly.
In the low light of the baths, Lumic stared at Askara, and how he’d never noticed it before was beyond him. Even in the dark, his skin didn’t wash out or obscure. A night fae would be invisible in low light, a dusk hard to see, but in the flickering sconces of thalm light in the room, he glowed like the moon itself lay just beneath his skin. And his eyes, too, held that bright sky glow. Like stars.
“I’ll teach you myself when you’re ready.” Lumic didn’t know if he’d be a good teacher or not, but he’d do his best, and if that wasn’t enough, his father would aid in finding the best teachers available. “If you want to be. My da never wanted to, really.”
Askara smiled, his face so bright and sweet. “I would love to.”
The alpha might not want to do anything with his life besides love Lumic and speak to the goddesses, but that was enough and all he could ever ask for.
Chapter Twenty
Askara
He’d bathed Lumic before, his unconscious body not the same as the body before him, at ease with his presence and full of tightly coiled energy, ready to spring upon him. Askara would be lying if he said he hadn’t fondly remembered their time together during his heat.
“I may not be this svelte for long, but I’m yours for the taking.” Lumic met Askara’s eyes with a sweep of those too-red lashes. He couldn’t look away from Lumic, focusing on his face. Sure, his body made Askara’s cock harder than flashpine, but the cocky omega made Askara’s heart flutter.
“I’ve never seen a pregnant omega before. Will you get big?” Askara reached down to touch Lumic’s belly, fingertips brushing down to his navel and the fine hair there. Beneath that, his cock hung, plump with interest, but not erect. The sight made Askara sad, but he didn’t let it show. Lumic had been emotionally twisted in so many different ways.
“Probably.” Lumic stared down between them and pushed Askara’s hand lower, letting the tips of his fingers brush through the thatch of hair there, just as red as the hair on his head. He bit his lip and leaned in and pushed up, letting the plushness of his mouth mesh with Askara’s.
There it was, the tongue again. Askara particularly liked that part, sharing their mouths and breath with one another in a primal way. He almost enjoyed it more than sex, though nothing beat the beatific look on Lumic’s face at the moment of his release. The thought of it made Askara’s cock stiffen, rudely prodding at Lumic as they pressed in against one another. “Bath. Now. You stink.”
Askara’s cheeks burned as he pulled back and cleared his throat. “I’ve not had much opportunity to cleanse myself. I apologize.”
Lumic took his wrist and tugged, drawing Askara into the inset bath. It was small compared to some of the bathing chambers he’d heard of in other castles. The bathing chambers in Liaberos were said to flow next to the springs of vitalis, and the ones written in the history books of Drashil were naturally carved into a preexisting underground hot spring, warmed by a nearby mountain from which fire flowed and provided for an unending forge for their blacksteel.
In Croatens? The tub was more of an inset pool, the tiles of which were hand-painted and spread across the floor in a beautiful mosaic. The thalmic energy buzzed about in the steamy air, a light bubbling in the corner of the pool indicating its flow. And despite the nature of what the pool was, it was clean. Askara hesitated at the pool’s edge. “Should we rinse before getting in?”
After all, it was a courtesy that one do so before entering the soaking pools of public bathhouses. Askara had been permitted to visit one once on an outing with Ruvaen.
“Thalmically cleaned, too. The water, that is. The pool sides itself are scrubbed weekly by attendants.” Lumic pulled and Askara followed, walking down the low steps before sinking up to his neck in warm, flowing water. He couldn’t hold back the sigh that wracked him.
“It’s good, right?” Lumic’s grin widened as a sneaking hand wrapped gently around his cock.
“And even better, now. You don’t have to touch me, Lumic. I’m happy to have you near me once more. The nights I slept by your side were the greatest I’ve slept in my life. I am cold without you.” Askara pulled Lumic’s hand from his cock and held it, lacing their fingers together. There, they kissed again, sinking into tender laps of their tongues.
“But you want me to touch you. You’re hard and trembling.” Lumic’s shaking voice held a note of weakness in it. Askara heard it once, where Lumic mewled in delirium before he fully woke, whimpering for his da for comfort. Askara never spoke a word of it to Lumic, as it seemed like something private, a thing that he’d not want shared. That, and Askara treasured the moment of vulnerability that showed the tough, well-fought, rugged exterior of his omega had something so fragile cradled within.
“A cockstand is merely a compliment. I can live without release, but I cannot live without you.” Askara’s lips danced over Lumic’s, their words halting with tiny kisses between. “You’re everything I’ve dreamed of.”
