Page 5 of Ruined by His Alpha King (Reluctant Fae Princes #3)

Before Seidrik could move to sit down, Stamel snatched him into his lap, seating the omega’s back to his front with a purposeful positioning of his hips. His cock had already perked up with interest at the thought of Seidrik’s virginal ass, but having him there seated firmly made him shudder .

“Stamel!” Seidrik scrambled to remove himself, but he held fast.

“No. You’ll sit right here and get comfortable until the tea arrives. Won’t you?” Stamel squeezed tighter.

“I-I suppose. I just—improper. I can’t…” Seidrik shuddered as Stamel drew a hand up the front of his chest, cascading fingers down to dip the tips into his waistband.

“Tell me. Do you trim yourself bare, or are you natural?” Stamel whispered over Seidrik’s shoulder blade.

“I fail to see how that’s any of your b—” Seidrik bleated in shock as Stamel had to find the answer for himself, he supposed.

Natural. Sparse hairs tickled the tips of his fingers into a wispy thatch above his hardening cock.

A wet coolness streaked over his fingers, telling him that Seidrik’s words were hollow.

“Now, now. I’m owed interest for all these years you spent avoiding me. Wouldn’t you agree?” Stamel ran his hand deeper and palmed over Seidrik’s cock.

“It’s no matter! It’s—if Alluin finds out I—” Seidrik grunted as Stamel grasped his hardening length.

“If he finds out, there’ll certainly be no further punishment on your behalf, but wouldn’t he seek to find you a mate? Do you recall all the suitors that were meant for Virion? I was one of them.” Stamel pumped Seidrik’s cock and relished the whimper he made.

“I d-doubt… Not good men. Father hated Virion. He picked b-bad suitors. Financial gain.” Seidrik would spill any secret if it meant Stamel would keep his hand there on his leaking cock.

For the truth, Stamel offered a single stroke of his fist as a reward.

With a delicious mewl of pleasure, Seidrik writhed.

“Oh no, they weren’t good. I heard rumors. Old, ugly, even a few that only wanted him to bear young—a second spouse, not even a mate. Imagine what he’d pick for you.” Stamel stroked his fist once, keeping Seidrik hard.

“I don’t want to think about it!” Seidrik shuddered, his breath hitching.

“So then say it. Say I have that power over you. Tell me you’ll do anything to keep that secret of yours.” Stamel bit Seidrik’s shoulder through the cloth of his shirt and broke his fist into a gentle pace of slow, tugging strokes.

If he’d never had an alpha, Stamel was impressed at his instincts.

He wrenched his hand back, grabbed at the air above Stamel’s horns, and bowed his hips up.

Stamel could give him that much, he supposed.

He pushed his horns free and tilted his head, letting Seidrik’s flailing fingers wrap around his dragon horn to hold on for purchase. “I… I, uh… I’ll do anything.”

“Beg for me, omega. I’ll show you all manner of things you’ve missed.” Stamel snarled and nipped at the male’s shoulder again, harder this time as he increased the pace of his strokes.

“Please. Stamel. Don’t break my silence. I—I can’t be found out. Nobody can know I’m—I’m an—” Seidrik panted, a whimper trickling over his lips as his thighs flexed. “If you t-tell me, I’ll do it. All I have, it’s yours. Please.”

Stamel groaned with delight and flexed his hips, rubbing the hardness of his cock against Seidrik’s ass.

He practically screamed as he came, hard cock twitching as pulse after pulse of heated fluid coated his calloused fingers.

They were rough hands, well versed with a sword, but good at what they did.

He needed more, though. “That’s a good boy. A pretty, little obedient omega.”

Seidrik panted as he released Stamel’s horn, limp as a wilted citronelia blossom, half sagging to the floor in defeat.

Wetness spread across the front of his trousers—and from the impressive streak down Stamel’s lap and thigh, the back, too.

But before Stamel could tease him more, Seidrik broke into little whimpering sobs. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” Stamel licked at his fingers as Seidrik turned his pale gaze toward him. The pink flush in his cheeks made him so beautiful, his hair strung with sweat, lips trembling.

As if mesmerized by Stamel’s licking, Seidrik remained silent. His mouth made shapes as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t. He swallowed, still watching Stamel as he gathered the courage again. “Teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you. I’m praising you. You’re pretty. You did as you were told, and you are smaller than me. Or is it the good boy part you take offense to? Would you rather be a bad boy?” Stamel raised a brow.

“Yes. I mean no! I— Stop calling me an omega.” Seidrik coughed a soft sob free but said a few words more in the smallest little whisper. “I’m a beta.”

“Alright, beta , what do you want? What do you want most in the world?” Stamel wiped his hand down a trouser leg and grinned, legs spread wide to show off his bulge.

“I want the throne.” His breath shuddered.

“Then ask the goddess.” Stamel gestured toward the window, the sun in full view. “The sun shines right there so brightly.”

His breath hitched. “I’ve never…”

“Why?” Stamel stood, grabbing Seidrik’s arm. He marched the male to his window and threw it open. With a wince and noise of protest, he lifted his hands and covered his eyes from the bright light. “Ask her.”

“I’ve never spoken to her! Omegas don’t speak to the goddess! I cannot just pray to her, Mother Goddess, sun above and expect her to—”

My child. You finally call to me ?

Seidrik cast his gaze down, away from the brightness as the rays warmed Stamel’s cheeks.

“Mother Goddess, he seeks his wish. But he owes you much.” Stamel gestured.

If you wish for a throne, ask for it, omega.

“I w-wish very much so for that.” Seidrik fell to his knees and tensed up, eyes dripping tears and nose watering.

Then you will do as I say. Liaberos will split. Vitalis will go to the line of Virion, who holds my blessings. And to the north, a new kingdom will rise from the ruins of the old. I have many wishes and futures to ensure. You must play your part, and throne you will have.

“I will. Mother Goddess.” Seidrik hunched over, tears spattering over the floor.

I will give you commands that I know you will fail.

I know you will disobey. For every command I give you that you do not obey, I will strike against you, for what I say is for your own well-being.

But failure is often part of my plan. Is it not the skin that burns for doing hard work in my purview?

“Y-yes, Mother Goddess.” Seidrik choked on a sob.

You will give my beloved son’s child a name you hold dearer than any other. When comes time, my order is for that name be given from your lips. This is my first command. And my second is a warning. Salusis will flow, and it will heal you. Do not try to consume it, for you have not earned it.

“Yes, Mother Goddess.” Seidrik’s wheedling tone bore all the shame to it.

And for you, Stamel? Is your wish still the same?

“I’ve lost my chance at becoming king.” Stamel snorted and crossed his arms.

You did as I asked. Perhaps you did not do things that I would have approved of, but the end result was the same. Patience .

Stamel took a deep breath. He’d be in Liaberos in time, and things would go in the right direction. He only had to wait and be patient. After all, if he wanted a crown that badly, there was an omega right in front of him with a kingdom to inherit.

I hear your wicked thoughts. They amuse me, but they are not untrue.

Whether that last thought was for Stamel or Seidrik, he didn’t know, but either way, there were things he wanted, and one of those things was Seidrik.

And for your first punishment, omega child. I will be lenient due to Alluin’s…what does Lumic call it… Twattery? Yes. I shall let Stamel handle that. He is creative. Goodnight, my children. May you both have your wishes.

A knock on the door broke the eerie silence. “Sirs, your tea is ready.”

Seidrik stiffened at the window as Stamel met the attendant at the door with a gracious smile. If she noticed Seidrik’s posture or the wetness, she said nothing. But good help had tight lips.

They walked to the other room, his trunks laying out as Seidrik scampered off in panic, searching through his things for fresh clothes.

“Wear something nice for dinner,” Stamel said as he perused the odds and ends that Seidrik tossed about.

Amid them all, stuffed inside of a pair of rolled-up socks—where everyone knows the good stuff was hidden, were two vials.

Thinking it sunderleaf, Stamel unraveled it to find two tinctures.

One a light yellow and the other a dark black, both were disappointingly low. “What are these?”

Seidrik swiveled his head so fast, it should have given him whiplash, eyes wide. “Put them back! It’s my—my preventatives.”

“What would you need those for if you’re not fucking?” Stamel handed the vials back .

“If I have a full begging night in the wrong place—it may not be my choice.” Seidrik sighed heavily as he stared at the vials. “I take as little as possible to stretch it out.”

“That’s all you have?” Stamel frowned.

“Yes. It’s exceedingly hard to obtain for a beta. I used to steal from Virion’s.” He cradled the vials like a lifeline. “If I go about asking for honeythistle water and nightflower tincture, people would ask questions, the least of which would be my father. Though, he would find out.”

“Then how did you get that?” Asking questions and talking about it seemed to bring relief to Seidrik. He relaxed a little and when he did so, he was pretty.

“I frequent a house of leisure and often times, they leave a vial or two in the rooms for omegas who service clientele.” Seidrik cleared his throat. “Nobody says a word if they go missing.”

Stamel bit his tongue to keep from saying more, merely nodded and left. “I’ll go get dressed.”