The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3) (7 page)

Greylin shook his head. “Who said
anything about walking away? If he’s truly our mate, and I sense
that he is, this is forever. Now you need to decide if you’re
willing to consider that chance, Amaden.”

“
Go! If you want to play
with the little prince’s body and test his virginity, then by all
means. But you make sure his hands are tied to the bed and you keep
them far from your head. And make sure you don’t take it too
far.”

Greylin shook his head. “Too far? It
will go where it leads. Don’t get left behind, brother.”

Amaden snarled and listened to his
brothers’ departure. As soon as all was quiet, his mind began to
process all he’d just listened to. He didn’t like the thought of
his brothers getting a chance to touch the prince without him there
to participate, but he wasn’t going to be fooled into acting too
quickly, either. Trust was earned, not given. If they wanted to put
themselves at risk, then they did so with open eyes.

What if Ryllan was right? What if the
prince sensed their connection? What if they could find happiness
with him at their side? Agarri said he planned to lift the laws
preventing them from taking a mate. They’d be free to have Prince
Aleth if they chose.

Amaden shook his head. He didn’t trust
Aleth and wouldn’t rush to climb into the prince’s bed. Without
knowing what Aleth was capable of, his brothers were endangering
them all. But how could he stop his brothers from doing what they
wanted?

He would stand sentinel, and save them
from themselves when the time came.

Chapter Nine

Aleth lay on the bed, unable to rest.
His mind was churning. Confusion and need warred with each plan for
escape he started to devise. At that point, he had little choice.
He was already on a collision course with Agarri. He would finally
face his brother, and that thought frightened him.

Was Agarri like their father? The
prince had been raised in the castle, attended to by servants. He
was more than likely spoiled, just as the king had been. Stugaati
expected his people to bend to his will, no matter the situation.
Aleth had watched as the king had broken male after male, and not
been upset when death or dismemberment had resulted.

After he’d watched the first killing,
Aleth had vomited right there in the throne room. Stugaati had
called him weak and snarled at him with condescension. Like father,
like son. Agarri was more than likely as evil or more so than
Stugaati. And that thought made Aleth tremble in fear.

Yet Agarri hadn’t stood by his father
during the invasion. Did that account for anything? Probably
not.

Stugaati had wanted all the power. A
son would only get in the way. Aleth had been sure that his murder
had been in the cards. It was only a matter of time.

There had to be a way to escape.
Perhaps his warriors held the key. If he could show them who he
was, that he was a good, decent male on the inside, perhaps he
could sway them to his cause. Aleth would succumb to them, to their
desires, and then lay at their feet, begging for mercy.

Aleth turned as he heard the door
opening. Ryllan and Greylin entered quietly, but their energy was
loud enough to give Aleth goose bumps. Something had changed within
the two, a need unleashed. Even in his inexperience, Aleth sensed
they wanted him. And it seemed their control had
shattered.

His body trembled at the
thought.

“
Why have you returned,
Ryllan? You said you couldn’t be here.”

Ryllan stared at Aleth, lust filling
his gaze. “Once I left, I realized how desperately I wanted to come
back.”

The words made Aleth’s body throb with
want. “And you, Greylin. You came with him?”

“
To test his claims you’re
untouched,” Greylin said, slowly walking to the bed Aleth sat
upon.

Aleth closed his eyes and tried to
regulate his heartbeat. When he reopened them, he saw that Ryllan
had approached as well. “And how do you plan to test my
virginity?”

Greylin climbed on the bed and smiled.
“By venturing into uncharted waters.”

“
But if you take that
which no male has taken before, you will leave me no longer a
virgin,” Aleth said lowly.

Ryllan lifted Aleth’s chin to make him
look away from Greylin. “Do you want to remain a virgin? If so, we
will leave now.”

Aleth shook his head. “I don’t want
you to leave.”

Greylin drew Aleth’s robes down off
his shoulders and then gathered Aleth’s hands in his. He started to
slowly pull the silver sheath off, but Aleth stopped him.
“No.”

“
I must,” Greylin
whispered. “You could use it to hurt us.”

How would he use his gauntlet to hurt
them? Aleth didn’t like the idea of them seeing his deformed hand,
but he allowed it. Shame filled him as the sleeve was removed, but
when he felt Greylin’s lips on the mottled flesh, his head whipped
up to look. Greylin trailed kisses over the damaged hand instead of
ignoring it.

A catch caught in Aleth’s chest, and
he struggled to breathe as he watched Greylin kiss each fingertip
of his misshapen hand. His throat dried and he coughed to push back
the emotion he felt.

Greylin then wrapped a length of chain
around Aleth’s wrists.

Aleth jerked, surprised by the action.
“What are you doing?”

Greylin stared down at Aleth. “We must
protect ourselves,” he said.

Sadness filled Aleth. They had to
protect themselves. From him. He couldn’t be angry with them,
though. In their place, he would do the same. Trust was earned, not
given. He had to prove himself to his warriors or he’d lose the
chance to have them touch him.

He nodded and Greylin tied his hands
to the head of the bed.

Ryllan opened the rest of Aleth’s
robe, exposing his nudity to them both. Being naked seemed a pale
comparison to his hand being unsheathed and exposed, and he didn’t
mind their gazes taking him in. Ryllan trailed his fingers all over
Aleth’s body, circling his nipples and abdomen before moving lower
to draw invisible marks inside his thighs, so very close to his
cock. No one had ever touched his cock before and the thought of
being caressed made his back arch with need.

Greylin lay beside him watching Ryllan
caressing his flesh. Aleth turned to look at him and was surprised
by the heat in the male’s gaze, simply from looking at Aleth’s body
and observing Ryllan’s touch.

“
Do you like Ryllan
touching you?” Greylin asked in a hushed whisper.

“
Yesss,” Aleth answered,
wanting more.

Ryllan leaned down to replace his
fingers with his lips and tongue, burning a heated trail along his
flesh. Aleth moaned, lifting his hips in open invitation, for what
he wasn’t exactly sure. He wasn’t completely innocent. He’d seen
males with other males, but didn’t know everything there was to the
act. When he’d seen others embroiled in the midst of fucking, he’d
seen the males mindless with lust, never understanding
it.

Now he understood all too
well.

Within minutes, the two had him under
their thumb. He’d be willing to do anything to get their touch on
his cock. Being at their mercy was both frightening and
exhilarating at the same time.

They could make him do just about
anything in order to satisfy the need boiling in his veins, and
that scared him—but not enough to make him want this to
end.

He would see it through. He wouldn’t
let them stop until he’d come.

The only release he’d ever felt was
from his own hand. The orgasms had been fulfilling but had never
filled him with the excitement they now instilled in him, and
they’d yet to touch his shaft.

Ryllan moved above Aleth’s cock and
kissed his abdomen, just above the mound of hair there. Aleth
jerked his hips up, hoping to force Ryllan to touch his cock.
Ryllan chuckled before pressing his lips in the nest of hair, just
at the base of Aleth’s shaft.

It wasn’t enough.

Aleth growled. “Please … touch me,
please.”

Ryllan gently ran his bottom lip down
the length of Aleth’s cock. The barely there sensation was enough
to stiffen Aleth’s body as pleasure coiled within him. Ryllan knelt
at Aleth’s feet and lowered his head to swipe his tongue over the
full head of Aleth’s cock. The touch sent his body spiraling out of
control. He writhed on the bed, needing Ryllan to caress him
again.

Ryllan grasped Aleth’s cock in a
gentle hand and then fisted the girth, before sliding down the
entire length and back up to the tip. Painful pleasure stroked up
Aleth’s spine, and he felt his cock spasm. A bead of fluid exited
the tip and shone on the bulbous head. Ryllan smiled up at him
before gathering the seed on his tongue with a heavy
swath.

Aleth hissed in pain. Or was it
pleasure? He wasn’t sure, but whatever it was had to continue to
the bitter end.

Ryllan continued to lave the head,
swiping his tongue around the plum tip over and over again, making
breathing near to impossible. Aleth’s eyes squeezed closed, the
visual of what Ryllan was doing to him too overwhelming for him to
continue to watch.

Relying on his sense of touch
completely, he felt Ryllan’s lips against his sensitive shaft and
when the male engulfed him completely, his back came up off the bed
and a roar came from his lips. He could keep his eyes closed no
more. When he opened them, he threatened to spill right there, the
sight of Ryllan swallowing his shaft too exhilarating.

Ryllan feasted on his shaft, the
glistening purple length disappearing between Ryllan’s lips over
and over again. The pace started slowly, but soon quickened. Aleth
clutched the bed sheets, trying to prevent himself from coming too
soon and ruining the moment. He never wanted Ryllan’s mouth to
leave his cock.

The feeling was sublime, and all too
soon Aleth lost control. He couldn’t fight the rising tide within
him. He crashed headlong into the first wave of desire as it spread
through his body. Cum shot from his cock, each jet taking part of
him with it, he was sure. Ryllan drank from him, taking each heavy
load of jism down his throat.

And when it was over, Aleth’s body was
weak and his muscles trembled.

But the two warriors weren’t done with
him. Aleth was rolled over onto his stomach. He could feel
something cold pressed against the untried muscles of his ass. A
finger slipped inside, wet from some kind of oil they’d placed on
the tight entrance.

“
You
are
tight, aren’t you, little
prince,” Ryllan said lowly. “Relax, Prince Aleth. Take a deep
breath.”

Aleth did as he was told, breathing as
Ryllan added another finger inside him. The stretched sensation was
dizzying, both painful and full of pleasure. Everything thus far
had bordered on the edge, teetering in either direction.

Ryllan slowly pumped his two fingers
in and out of Aleth, stretching him and readying him for
penetration. Aleth’s lifeless cock stirred slightly at the thought,
coming to life again so soon after just coming. Ryllan’s
manipulations felt too good, and he closed his eyes and let his
body sway into the sensation.

Apparently taking advantage of Aleth’s
relaxed state, Ryllan added another finger, stretching Aleth even
wider. The tight pull made him yelp, the pain pinching, but his
body soon accommodated the addition and he began to
relax.

When Ryllan withdrew from him, his
empty hole clenched, wanting to be filled again.

“
On your knees, Prince
Aleth,” Ryllan instructed.

Aleth rose up carefully, arching his
back and putting his ass on display.

A heavy hand came down on his ass,
spanking him hard.

Aleth moaned, the sting from the swat
spreading through one ass cheek.

“
I think the prince likes
a little punishment, Greylin.”

Aleth hissed in answer.

Greylin chuckled as he leaned in to
kiss Aleth’s lips. He then looked to Ryllan. “I say you test your
theory with another.”

Ryllan apparently agreed, slapping
Aleth’s other cheek even harder than the first. Aleth yelped
slightly, the sting radiating heat through his bottom. Ryllan
kissed the ravaged skin, only to add two more heavy strikes on top.
“Yes, Greylin, I’d say he likes it almost too much.”

Aleth pressed against Ryllan’s palm
stroking the battered skin. Ryllan spanked him slowly, strike after
strike, as he lavished kisses and gentle strokes between. Heat
fired in Aleth’s ass until it felt as if it were one, throbbing
area.

Ryllan began stroking Aleth’s now
hardened cock and gently massaging his balls. Aleth shuddered from
the switch in sensations, going from the almost cruel to the
magnificent. Aleth could feel his balls filling up with another
load of cum, the swollen sac tight to his body. Just as he thought
he’d tumble over the edge once more, Ryllan pinched the base of
Aleth’s cock and prevented his orgasm.

Aleth cried out at the loss, but was
soon rewarded with more stroking, which drove him closer and closer
to release.