Page 28 of Impaled by His Omega Prince (Reluctant Fae Princes #2)

Askara

Askara had never been given the opportunity to interact with children before. It was strange seeing tiny little fae with limited knowledge of the world. They were all just as, if not more, amazed by everything around them than he was with his sheltered life.

A little girl ran circles around him, her shrill giggles almost painful to his ears as she shrieked with joy. “Again!”

Askara laughed and spun in place, scooping her under her arms. He lifted her off the ground, flitted his wings, and floated back down with effortless grace. All this, while her omega father sat off to the side, watching almost warily. Askara would never force his presence, but as the children swarmed about, a few other omegas joined the first, chatting discreetly as their little ones played. They could use a break. It had to be tough keeping up with them all on their own.

A little one, likely a boy, toddled up to him with his hands outstretched. A little dusk child with a shock of blond hair. “Da?”

Askara laughed and picked him up while a nearby omega blanched in embarrassment. The sun fae opened his mouth to apologize, but a softer voice interrupted.

“He’s not your da, precious one.” Lumic bent low with a strained grunt and hefted the child up to nestle onto his hip. Askara liked the look of his swollen mate holding a little dusk child, not too dissimilar from the moonborne they’d expect. “He’s this one’s da. You can call him Prince.”

With his free hand, Lumic patted his belly.

The little one did his best to insert his fist into his mouth and stared, drooling a little. “Pith.”

“Prince.” Lumic smiled.

“Piss!”

His omega father blanched, face a mottled mask of horror as Lumic laughed. “Prrr-innn-saaa.”

“Pwins.” The little one struggled with the word but ultimately giggled when Lumic praised him.

“So much better.” The pure love and adoration in Lumic’s eyes seemed near bottomless as he handed the child back to Askara. “Now go play with pwins and I’ll go speak with the parents!”

Lumic passed the child over to Askara and rubbed at his back gently. He’d been a little distracted the past few months and Askara couldn’t blame him, nesting and decorating one of the spare bedrooms in his wing to be the nursery while also making sure that they had a bassinet and everything they needed in their bedroom.

Askara leaned down to let the little one run about with the others and bleated in surprise when a little omega jumped up, grabbing his horns to swing for a second. Once over the shock, he laughed and dislodged the child, much to the horror of the omegas gathered, which there seemed to be a few extras, and an unfamiliar sun fae beta.

The beta folded his arms behind his back and surveyed everything, pacing along the building as Lumic ignored him. Askara gave him a lingering stare before going back to the children.

“Askara, was it?” The beta returned after a few moments, staring Askara down.

He stood to his full height, returning his cold stare. Something about him made Askara want to punt the male across the small courtyard. Or maybe fly up and drop him from a parapet. “It is. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

“Seidrik. I believe we are brothers, as my father has told me. You’ve met Virion.” The blond hair and cool eyes held so many features similar to Alluin. It was no wonder why Askara had an urge to do violence.

“I believe we share parents, yes.” Askara kept his attention on the children, but Seidrik insisted on lingering, his posture stiff. “Is there a reason you’ve come without announcement, Seidrik?”

Seidrik’s stiff posture buckled as easily as his father’s. “I’ve come to collect Stamel. I understand he may be staying to see his nephew born before he leaves, but I am rather curious about the salusis that the goddesses have given you.”

“The goddesses have entrusted us with salusis. Once our child is born, she will bless the springs.” Askara stood, straightening his back as one of the little ones ran off to play with the others. “Why would you be interested in it?”

“I was… I thought perhaps that maybe I could be healed of my ailment if I were to try it.”

“If the goddesses have said you are to not sire an heir, then you will not. Unless you find some way to change their minds. Trying to circumvent things with an unwarranted blessing may anger them further.” Askara grabbed another child and held their hands to swing them gently.

To Askara’s surprise, one of the kids approached Seidrik and held up her hands, demanding to be swung, too. Without much hesitation, he took the child’s hands and swung. “I did this for Virion a lot while we were young.”

And so, they played until Lumic returned, his steps labored and breath short. “I’m so ready to be home and put my feet up tonight.”

Askara bid the children farewell as they ran back to their parents and accompanied Lumic back to his carriage. But for his part, Seidrik seemed lost and followed them with downtrodden posture.

The bumpy ride back to the castle ended with Pallosar’s page waiting for them at the front, his arms crossed and face a mask of worry disguised as anger. “Your father nearly fainted when he heard you’d sailed off the parapet and flown out to law knows where!”

“I wanted to see the thalmway and heard the telecon was arriving.” Lumic sighed heavily. “I was with Ingred, and he had to depart because some of the omegas didn’t want to leave with a strange alpha. I was never alone without supervision.” Lumic sighed heavily, and the admission mollified Sisel. Somewhat.

Askara gave Sisel a bright smile and escorted Lumic in, making their way inside and down the halls with Seidrik in tow. “And we have royal guests. Not a word to the palace!”

“I’m not here on royal business. I’m merely here to escort Stamel to Liaberos and make pleasantries.” Seidrik followed Lumic and Askara, his posture as stiff and formal as ever. Even if he’d loosened a bit with the children, he was too formal with what would be considered his family. Though, Askara could understand if Seidrik didn’t view him as such. After all, they were raised apart and, in a way, it was Askara’s birth that was Lyrica’s undoing.

Sisel gave Seidrik a long stare before gesturing him to follow. “He’s constrained to his wing of the castle, but we weren’t expecting him to leave until after the birth.”

“That is fine. Show me the way.”

“Would you like us to have accommodations set up for you in the guest wing?” Sisel gave Seidrik a curious glance. “Prince Seidrik.”

“A bath, and I will take quarters in Stamel’s wing. I should get to know him better, but I will join Askara for meals if that’s alright. I’ll also be showing Ingred how the telecon works.”

Satisfied, Sisel escorted Seidrik off and Askara offered Lumic a peck on his cheek before they wandered off to find Pallosar and receive yet another admonishment for Lumic’s impatient wanderings.

For his part, Askara knew better than to try and confine his omega.

“Lumic,” Pallosar’s sharp tone cracked out.

“Father, please. He was with me and took a carriage off to see the telecon arrive and escort Askara home. I happened to want to visit with Amarie and it suited me for him to be chaperone.” Ingred strolled in from outside, offering Pallosar a wan smile. The two regarded one another for a few seconds, Palloar’s anger at his lackluster performance still present. “He flew very little. I ensured it. What would you have had me do? Stop him? Lumic is a force of nature. One might as well cage a flashpine matron.” Ingred waved at Lumic dismissively. “Besides, I cannot command the next in line for the throne.”

Pallosar relented, momentarily placated. “I’m a little wary, Ingred, for reasons you understand.”

“Father, I have zero desire for the throne. If I thought Lumic were in any danger, I’d be begging you and Father to try for a fourth son.” Ingred sighed heavily. “And I have my own agenda from the sun goddess.”

Pallosar raised a brow and nodded once. He’d learned to not doubt the intervention of the goddesses.

“Go clean up and rest, Lumic. The healer wants to see you.” Pallosar turned and left, leaving Lumic to sag and sigh heavily.

Askara leaned in to give Lumic another tiny kiss before scooping him into his arms. He was more than strong enough to hold his mate, even if he protested a bit at first. It was no trouble.

When they reached their chambers, Lumic slid from Aksara’s arms and trudged to the bed, flopping back with a sigh as his tunic rode up over his belly. Their little one kicked visibly, but Lumic paid it no mind.

“I imagine that Seidrik will want to take advantage of the baths. Would you like me to freshen you up?” Askara went to the nightstand to pour water from the pitcher into a bowl. He’d asked, but regardless of Lumic’s answer, he’d be cleaned. Though, Askara did have other motives.

Lumic scooted back on the bed and removed his shirt, his muscled upper body having only changed a little, his chest softer, nipples more pronounced. One might have assumed that as a fae’s milk came in, it would look like breasts, but the masculine shape remained. His midsection, though, had stretched and billowed nicely, a dark line bisecting it through his stretched navel. “And I thought I was repugnant before.”

“Never for a moment. And weren’t you flush with conquests before me?” Askara rolled his eyes and settled into bed, unthreatened by his omega’s past.

“Everyone wants to fuck; many people want to fuck a prince. Nobody wants to commit to this.” He gestured at himself and Askara snorted.

“I wanted to from the moment I saw you.” Askara brought the cool rag over Lumic’s cheeks and around his neck, daubing and scrubbing gently. Lumic leaned left and right, letting Askara get into every nook and cranny.

A floral odor, something like iskellia blossoms, wafted by, the jug’s water inundated with it.

“Combat cockstand. Happens to the best of us,” Lumic said, dismissing Askara.

“But you are so handsome. Strong. I don’t have to worry about breaking you.”

“Couldn’t if you tried, love.” Lumic stretched out as Askara descended with the rag, cleaning Lumic’s chest, his arms, sides, and belly, placing small kisses as he went.

“I have to find other ways to do so.” Askara kissed his way lower, tracing his lips down Lumic’s belly. “Like this.”

Lumic’s eyelids hooded as his pretty white teeth set on the edge of his bottom lip with a tentative hiss. “Oh?”

A soft groan escaped his lips as Askara undid his lacings and tugged the leather of his breeches down. They’d been snugged to his hips to keep from falling low, and Askara traced the red lines in his skin.

When Lumic’s cock sprang up, hard and twitching, Askara hummed with pleasure and slid down, washing lower, letting the scented waters cleanse the crease of his belly, the dip of his hips and between his legs. There, the moment his cock had been cleaned, Askara took it in his mouth to suck.

Lumic groaned at the sensation and lifted his hips. The weight of his belly put pressure on things down there and made aspects of Lumic’s day-to-day life far more uncomfortable, but equally sensitive. A quick flick of Askara’s tongue had Lumic bleating out in surprise. “E-easy!”

“I am only just that, Lumic. My fiery mate.” Askara loved Lumic’s red hair, even more so when he slid Lumic deep into his throat and nuzzled the sparse red hairs there with delight. Lumic whimpered so beautifully.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” Lumic squirmed, his entire body shaking as pinprick goose bumps rose along his thighs and arms. Askara only had a moment to glimpse the floss of hair over his arms on end, gleaming in the lamplight before his strong hand laced with Askara’s hair, tugging firmly.

The omega had to have control, even losing it, his feet digging into the mattress, coming undone. But Askara didn’t mind. He only twisted his tongue and brought his hands in, sliding one between his legs to stroke his slick hole.

Lumic hissed, body shaking. “St-stop! I’m!”

Askara chuckled and sucked harder, sliding two fingers into Lumic’s hole. It didn’t take but a single curl of his fingers to find Lumic’s spot, gently stroking it once—twice—each time making Lumic cry out until he relented and cried out in wounded bliss, bathing Askara’s tongue in his sweet spend. Betas and alphas were saltier, muskier. Askara had tasted himself on Lumic before, and didn’t care for it, but his omega slick and spend made Askara’s body sing with pleasure.

“Fuck…fuck. By the law , you are so fucking perfect. Now pull your cock out and scoot over here on your knees.” Lumic propped himself up on his pillows and tugged at Askara’s hair.

He didn’t waste time kneeling on the mattress and scooting over toward Lumic’s head. It felt wrong, cock out, Lumic’s hand wrapped around him, exhausted and panting while he stroked. His thick fingers had a tight grip, stroking once before he leaned forward to suck the tip. Askara gripped the headboard and steadied himself, relishing the feel of Lumic’s hot mouth, his wet tongue, calloused fingers that he held ever so gently until enough saliva lubricated his strokes. Lumic’s mouth was paradise.

Lumic assured Askara time and time again since they’d taken to his quarters in the castle that nobody would hear them, that few even came that way. The only listeners may be a lost chambermaid. Though, as Askara grunted and cried out his pleasure, release boiling up from his core, a sharp rap on the door interrupted their moment.

Lumic gripped onto Askara’s hip, holding him steady as he swallowed every drop while his confused knot rapidly failed to engage. The start and finish of a knot between the blink of an eye was a truly uncomfortable thing to behold, but as the last pulses of orgasm waned free of him, he sank into the pleasure.

“Be right with you!” Lumic managed to call out mere moments before Askara could catch his breath.

An attendant’s put-upon voice answered in kind. “Master Jori sent me to warn you he’d be here within the hour.”

Lumic grinned his best catlike smile and licked at his fingers while Askara did his best to tuck himself away in shame. Even if sex had become far more difficult, Lumic found their pleasure often. “Thank you! I’ll be ready.”