Page 6 of Alpha's Embrace
My floor was so pretty, a shiny brown color that, when wet, reflected deeper gold underneath. My clean sheets were daily crisp against my soft skin and smelled of the fresh lands I ruled, of far off winds and dusky seas, salt, tart… like tears of joy…the kind that leaked down my cheeks when I had so many orgasms I could no longer move my muscles.
The servants ran my baths for me, or let me shower myself every morning in a private room the color of the sea where the splashes of water echoed off the walls and the lights were startlingly bright. They always had clean towels for me, and clean white jumpsuits.
I was their little prince. I loved them all, and appreciated all the hard work they did to keep the castle going.
Laro’s ring of keys jingled as he unlocked the outside door.
When I went through it, the air touched my face with a tinge of salt, smoke, and something faintly sweet.
“Do I smell flowers?” I asked as he unlocked my cuffs from behind me.
“More like something rotting,” he said with a frown.
“Ah, no. I think flowers must be blooming somewhere. We just can’t see them!”
“Hmm.”
Laro went back through the door and closed it. I was left alone in the yard.
As a child, I had always played out on this pavement quite happily by myself, singing my songs, bouncing my basketball, or tossing a tennis ball against the stucco to teach myself how to catch.
Today, I went to the beautiful fence and touched the cold metal links, curling my fingers through the holes. I stared out at the green sea and the wild lands and up at the blue sky, and thought about how beautiful the world was. How lucky I was to be here.
When I was born, the doctor who delivered me named me Misha.
I never knew my Omega parents. Omegas were not allowed to keep their beautiful and rare Sylph babies. We were too special for them. We all earned exquisite treatment and care in beautiful castles made specifically for us.
One day, I looked up my name on my little tablet. Misha meant: Gift from God. So I looked up God. All that I read taught me God was like me, a lord over his lands, a lucky prince.
I was not only a gift from God, I was my own God. I knew ecstasy, compassion, and most of all, love. I loved everyone I’d ever met.
Granted, I had met very few people. But I loved every one of them, from the nurses who cared for me until I was six and was moved to my own luxurious room, to the servants who waited on me hand and foot, to the pirates in the little silver-green sea and the serpents who stirred within it. I even loved Cedric who so often said he wished I was dead, and in the next breath would beg me to use words to coax him to masturbation highs through the little hole in the wall between us.
But—I had never beeninlove. I wondered what that might feel like. I longed for it. I dreamed of it.
Today I made use of my time in the little yard with some weights in the far corner. It felt so excellent to stretch and use my muscles. This was the only time I had in fresh air to really move around. I could do exercises in my small room, but this was more fun.
My body had grown so much, and was so different from when I’d been a child. Of course I knew I was a man now, but for so long I’d been small. I swear I’d gained all my height and willowy stature in only the past couple of years. My thinness could not be helped, but I could make my limbs and stomach hard. I knew the routines. I loved the workouts.
Now at age twenty, my narrow body rippled with muscle, and I liked it. It was sexy. Even if I would never know a mate, I liked dreaming about one. I liked to know my body was at optimum health and fitness when I drew into myself and my fantasies of a prince waiting for his consort. A man waiting for his spouse.
The hour passed all too quickly. My hair was dampened from sweat, and hung in my eyes. I felt slick and hard and beautiful. It made me smile.
Laro returned to collect me.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked, wrinkles folding between his eyebrows.
“Ah, I just feel good.”
He glanced at my crotch, then away as if he’d made a mistake.
Of course I was sporting an erection beneath my jumpsuit. I had very little reprieve from them. The servants always pretended not to notice. But they saw all. And I was not shy about it.
“You could have me if you wanted.”
It was wrong for me to say such things. I knew it. But I couldn’t help it.
I eyed Laro from the side, pretending it was no big deal. But how would it feel to have sex with another person? I’d been wanting it since I’d turned fourteen. And Laro—oh I loved Laro with his pretty bushy brow and his nose that hooked a bit at the tip. He was old and I liked that. He was amazing. Gray hair. What a color! I’d always wanted him, just like I’d always wanted my other servants. But none would have me for they were all mate-bonded. I didn’t press the issue, but merely teased, for in the end I wasn’t in love with any of them.
