The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3) (12 page)

The prince complied immediately, never
taking his lips away from Amaden’s cock. He continued to draw as
much of Amaden as he could into his mouth as he wiggled his ass
high in the air.

Ryllan knelt behind Aleth, Greylin
following him down. As soon as he got into position, he gave
Aleth’s ass a nice swat, the flesh bouncing slightly. Aleth moaned
around Amaden’s shaft in his mouth, sucking down a little more.
Greylin offered the next blow, the sting of the hit causing Aleth
to cry out.

“
Will you stop disobeying
me?” Ryllan asked.

Aleth let the cock pop from between
his lips. “No,” he answered, sucking Amaden back into his mouth,
loudly moaning as he pushed down the length.

Ryllan’s heartbeat escalated. His cock
was rock hard and pounding between his legs. What he wouldn’t give
to push into the prince’s ass right then and there. But the play
wasn’t over yet. They still had much space to travel.

Greylin gave the prince another swat,
as did Ryllan. They took turns punishing Aleth, smacking their
broad hands on his small ass, his sac, and upper thighs. After some
time, Aleth’s flesh was bright red, the heat coming from the abused
area enough to warm Ryllan’s hand. The prince writhed into each
strike, his moans louder and louder around Amaden’s
shaft.

Greylin reached between Aleth’s legs
and grasped his cock, pumping his hand up and down the shaft as he
spanked him again. A dam seemed to break within Aleth and he
released Amaden, his back arching as his body tightened in release.
His cum shot from his cock, spreading on the floor before his
knees.

Satisfaction filled Ryllan. Aleth had
found pleasure in their play, enough to push him over the
edge.

“
Go get the oil and a
towel,” Ryllan whispered to Greylin, who nodded and rose to his
feet, quickly disappearing.

Ryllan nudged Aleth back to Amaden’s
cock as he came back from his high, and the prince greedily gobbled
it down his throat. Aleth’s vigor seemed renewed, his hunger not
abated by the orgasm. He feasted on Amaden’s cock with fervent
vigor, sucking more and more of the beast of a male into his
mouth.

Greylin quickly returned with the two
items. Ryllan laid the towel over the cum on the floor before
pouring a handful of oil onto his palm. He then spread the oil over
Aleth’s fevered skin, where they’d struck him and then continued to
his sac and cock, rubbing the prince’s cock until some life
returned to his shaft.

Once Aleth was semi-hard once more,
Ryllan poured more oil and began to lube the prince’s ass, spearing
his thumb into the puckered hole and spreading as much of the oil
as he could. Aleth pushed back against Ryllan’s thumb, his hips
rotating, showing his need was mounting. Greylin took some of the
oil and began coating his own cock before taking over for Ryllan.
Ryllan took the time to cover his cock with the lubricant and then
crawled under Aleth’s body.

Greylin understood what needed to be
done. He lifted the prince’s hips so Ryllan could get into
position. Once Aleth was in his lap, Greylin grasped Ryllan’s shaft
and helped guide it toward Aleth’s tight bud. With his friend’s
help, he slowly thrust inside Aleth, filling the little prince more
easily than the first time. Aleth moaned around Amaden’s shaft, his
ass clenching around Ryllan’s length. Once he filled Aleth, Greylin
moved closer and pressed the head of his cock against the prince’s
entrance.

Aleth stiffened as he seemed to
realize their plan. He removed Amaden’s cock from his mouth and
turned to look over his shoulder at Greylin.

Ryllan grasped Aleth’s neck and tilted
his head down. “Trust us. If it’s too much, we’ll stop.”

Aleth relaxed some and
nodded.

Greylin pressed forward, unhurriedly
feeding his cock into Aleth’s body. The prince inhaled shallow
breaths, letting them go with low mews and cries as Greylin filled
and stretched him wider than he’d ever been. Aleth took it well,
closing his eyes and relaxing into the pain. Soon Greylin was fully
seated inside their prince’s ass, both his and Ryllan’s cock fully
impaling Aleth.

Aleth opened his eyes slowly, then
looked down at Ryllan, surprise in his gaze. There was lust there,
too, but the shock of the impalement seemed to be his first
awareness. The prince moved slightly as his body grew to
accommodate them both, while Ryllan and Greylin stayed frozen in
place to give Aleth a moment.

When the little prince started to roll
his hips in a silent plea for more, Greylin took the first slow,
steady thrust.

Aleth moaned loudly.
“More!”

Ryllan gripped Aleth’s hips and began
to drive his cock into the prince, withdrawing and surging inside
again. He and Greylin took turns, one entering as one retreated.
The sensation of Aleth’s tight little ass, along with the friction
of Greylin’s cock rubbing against his was almost too much for
Ryllan to bear. Adding to it, Aleth was hard again, his cock
pressing into Ryllan’s abdomen with each thrust.

Clenching his teeth, Ryllan held on to
the worn boundaries of his control, knowing the next stroke was all
he needed to come. He’d waited too long to get this chance, and he
wasn’t going to ruin it by coming too quickly. Ryllan closed his
eyes, but that only made him focus on the pleasure even more.
Quickly reopening them, he saw Aleth returned to Amaden’s cock,
sucking the big male down his throat.

Ryllan was at his limit. His body
tightened and his cum shot from him, spreading inside the prince’s
body and coating Greylin’s cock as well.

The release seemed to spur Greylin on.
He tensed moments later and filled Aleth with a second spurting of
seed. Ryllan could feel the heat and wetness coating his softening
cock, and Aleth’s muscles clasping around them. Shortly after,
Ryllan felt wetness on his stomach. Aleth had come again, spreading
his seed on Ryllan’s stomach.

Amaden roared above them. He clasped
Aleth’s head and cried out again. A trickle of cum slid from the
corner of Aleth’s mouth as the prince tried to swallow his third
load. Once he’d milked the last of it from Amaden, Aleth drew his
mouth away, looking up at the biggest of them. Amaden brushed a
hand through Aleth’s hair and leaned forward to kiss
him.

Greylin withdrew from Aleth’s body,
leaving Ryllan the last holdout, his withering flesh still inside
the heat of the prince’s ass. Aleth lowered to kiss Ryllan,
ultimately collapsing on top of Ryllan.

Ryllan moved out of Aleth and quickly
rose, with Aleth in his arms. They’d abused the prince’s body over
the course of the last days and he’d need rest to recover. Ryllan
carried Aleth to the bedchamber and deposited him on the
bed.

He had every intention of leaving the
prince to rest, but he couldn’t abandon him yet again. Ryllan
climbed into the bed and drew an already sleeping Aleth into his
arms, amazed at how contented he felt.

Maybe there is something
to this mate business after all.

Chapter Thirteen

Aleth stepped off the ship he’d called
home for nearly two weeks. Leaving the virtual safety of the ship
wasn’t his idea. He’d fought all morning with his lovers, pleading
with them to just keep going and pass the base. They could just
continue on and find their happiness elsewhere without him having
to confront his brother.

His triad hadn’t agreed. They’d landed
the ship, no matter how much he’d begged them not to. They’d told
him it would be good for him to meet his brother, to face his
fears.

Aleth didn’t think so.

Yet, he’d put one foot before the
other and walked with his head down, like a male on the way to the
executioner. He could feel the gazes of those he passed by, but
he’d refused to lift his head and find their stares. It was the
streets of the capital all over again. Beings clustered together to
point and laugh at him—to mock him.

For two sweet weeks, he’d spent most
of his time in bed with his lovers. There, he’d been accepted for
who he was. They didn’t care he was broken and
imperfect.

Now reality was thrust unwillingly
upon him and he had to face his past and his future in one fell
swoop.

Aleth followed behind Amaden, Greylin
and Ryllan flanking him. They meandered down long corridors, taking
too long. With each passing step, Aleth felt more anxious. The
desire to turn and bolt filled him.

He glanced to the right. Greylin noted
his look and turned to meet Aleth’s stare. The warrior smiled
gently, tilting his head forward in a mock bow. It wasn’t much, but
it was a reminder of why he was doing this. He wanted to prove to
his triad that he was worthy—that he was willing to right the
wrongs he’d helped create.

They’d said it was the honorable thing
to do. They seemed to hold honor in esteem, so what else could he
do but give them what he knew they expected of him?

He’d never experienced expectations
before. He’d either lived on the streets where he’d been forced to
simply survive or in the castle, forced to do his father’s bidding.
This place he now was, somewhere in between, it was scary. He had
choices to make, which now impacted others and their futures in a
major way. Aleth was the one responsible for what happened next, if
they were right about Agarri.

Aleth still feared his brother would
imprison him. Had he trusted these three males too much? They could
even now be leading him into a trap.

His gut told him that wasn’t the case,
but the fear lingered in his mind.

Amaden stopped in front of him, and
Aleth nearly walked into him, completely lost in thought. When the
large warrior stepped to the side, Aleth looked up and saw his
mirror image and his heart stopped.

Knowing he had a twin still hadn’t
prepared him for this moment.

Agarri slowly rose to his feet and
lifted a shaking hand to his lips. Tears swelled in his eyes and
glistened there. Aleth felt his stomach pitch, the fear driving him
to the edges of illness. His lungs burned and he realized he’d
stopped breathing. When he finally allowed more air to enter his
airways, he nearly started to hyperventilate.

Ryllan grasped his hand and squeezed
it. “Breathe slowly,” he whispered against Aleth’s ear.

Aleth turned to look up at his
warrior, squeezing Ryllan’s hand even more firmly. He turned back
to look at Agarri, who began walking down the dais and closer to
Aleth. The desire to turn and run hit him full force, and he almost
did it, shaming himself. Instead he planted his feet and took a
deep breath, trying to retain what was left of his calm.

Agarri stopped inches from Aleth, a
broad smile on his face. “I almost didn’t believe the Oracle. But
now that I see you, here before me, I’m transfixed.”

Aleth pushed his shoulders back and
looked Agarri over. “Well, now you see me. The freak stolen at
birth.”

Agarri grasped Aleth’s gauntlet and
slipped it off before Aleth could stop him. Agarri looked at the
hand, holding it in both of his, peering at the mottled flesh.
“This doesn’t make you a freak.” Agarri lifted Aleth’s hand to his
lips and kissed the webbed fingers. “It should’ve awakened a
passion in our father. Instead of sending you away, he should’ve
shown you to the world and been a champion for the rights of those
who are different.”

“
Sent me away? I was
stolen by the captain of the guard,” Aleth said,
confused.

A handsome shifter stepped forward.
“Prince Aleth, I believe your father lied to you. There is no easy
way to say this, but the visions I’ve had show him handing you over
to the captain of the guard and asking him to kill you. How you
survived is unclear.”

Aleth felt as if he’d been struck.
“Are you the oracle who saw the triad sent to rescue
me?”

“
I am,” the Oracle said,
stepping closer. “I’m sorry to give you bad news like that. It’s
never easy, but you deserved to know the truth of what
happened.”

The Oracle stepped away, giving Aleth
a moment to think over the comments. The truth of the words made
sense after all his father had done to him while incarcerated at
the prison. There had been no love, no warmth, only the singular
focus of him being used to control the Xakarrians and the Xhythrian
people. His own father had demanded his death. And then had the
audacity to use his power nearly twenty years later to overthrow
his own world.

“
The triad says you aren’t
like King Stugaati,” Aleth said, turning to Agarri. “How did you
grow up in that house and not become a product of it?”

“
Our mother,” Agarri said
with a smile. “She protected me fiercely, and now I think I know
why. She lost one son and feared losing the other. After she died,
he didn’t seem to have much interest in me, fortunately. He told me
often I wasn’t strong enough to rule his land and he’d have to find
another heir. I’d rather not rule if I’d have to become like him in
order to do it.”

“
What is your plan for
me?”

Agarri cocked his head to one side and
frowned. “Plan? I don’t know. The Oracle said we needed to rescue
you, so that was the plan.” Agarri pulled Aleth’s hand against his
chest and smiled. “I simply wanted the chance to meet
you.”