“So you say,” Vor replied, appearing unimpressed with Greer’s argument.
“I’ll keep my tongue tonight,” Greer said before turning to eye Snow. “We have ourselves a proper pretty prince in our midst—and I’d hate him to think poorly of either of us.” Greer moved closer and sat on a bench near Snow’s seat. He trailed a fingertip over Snow’s wrist. “Enjoy your bath, did ye?”
Snow stared up at Greer, unsure of the touch.
“I could’ve made you scream even louder,” Greer murmured as he slid a hand under Snow’s borrowed shirt.
Snow’s concerned gaze traveled to Vor’s.
“Back off,” Vor said to Greer. “He’s tired.”
“Because you tired him out,” Greer snapped at Vor, removing his hand. “Taking without considering the lot of us. We’reallneedy, Vor. Not just ye. Who said he was yours alone.”
In an attempt to avert a quarrel he sensed coming, Snow handed Greer his nearly empty mug. “Perhaps you could get me another ale and allow me a bit more rest after my recent exertion.”
Greer smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. “Whatever the omegas asks, he shall receive.” He took Snow’s mug and walked to an ale barrel not too far from them.
Snow met Vor’s gaze and noted the hint of a smile on the alpha’s lips. Greer returned with his ale and sat back beside him, never moving far all night. The rest of the evening was spent with the alphas lauding him with tales of their exploits before they’d been captured by the wizard. He heard of fights won, tournaments championed, journeys to lands unknown, drunken nights filled with song, and many an omega ravished.
He particularly enjoyed hearing of the omegas ravished. The more apple ale he imbibed, the more he wanted tobean omegaravished. Not that Vor hadn’t already shown him a taste. Even the tiniest bit sore, he was ready to become their newest tale to tell.
That story started innocently enough. Hwa wished to show him something calledqiin his language and how it must be balanced through points of pressure on the body. His hands were masterful and Snow did in fact feel more relaxed after Hwa massaged certain spots—but perhaps it was just the ale he’d drunk. Those massaging hands moved to more intimate spots and soon, Shen wanted Hwa to teach him how to balance Snow’sqi,too.
Snow barely recalled the moment Vor’s shirt was taken from his body. He was more interested in the mouths, teeth, and fingers tasting and massaging him. Shen and Hwa sat on either side of Snow, taking turns kissing his lips while both Owan and Greer stroked their bare, hardening cocks nearby, watching their play. Vor remained across from them, the fire at his back, his lids growing heavy as he watched the alphas caress him.
But there were only five. Where were the other two? Slowly gazing around the room as Shen kissed him lazily, he found Klaus and Lazlo together in the shadows, kissing one another. Snow gasped inwardly, shocked to see two alphas intimate with one another out in the open.
He’d heard whispers circulating around the castle of others who did the same but had never witnessed it. His gaze was locked on Klaus and Lazlo, his own cock hardening all the more and fluid seeping from the tip. Watching their taboo touches was utterly enthralling. An alpha surrendering to another? It seemed improbable—and he couldn’t wait to see how far they went from those kisses.
“Do you like seeing them kiss?” Shen whispered, his gaze traveling in the direction Snow’s had just been.
“I shouldn’t,” Snow replied, breathless from the many pleasures bestowed upon him. “But it makes me tingle all over.”
Shen moaned, kissing the side of Snow’s cheek, near his ear. “I like to watch, too. I like to feel it even more.”
Snow shivered, the prospect of seeing Shen with one of the other alphas even more alluring than watching Klaus and Lazlo. But only one pair was actively enjoying one another. Snow’s gaze trekked back to the shadows. He reached down, stroking himself as he watched the two alphas kissing hungrily.
Klaus was aggressive as he lapped at Lazlo’s soft-looking lips. Lazlo curled in his lap like an omega might, offering himself fully. As their clothing disappeared, piece-by-piece, Snow grew wetter and wetter, slick heavily coating him. He assumed it was Shen and Hwa who fingered his wet hole with their long, thin digits. Snow was too caught up by Klaus and Lazlo to pay too close attention to who provided that particular pleasure.
Suddenly, he was lifted from the chair and carried towards the pillows by Shen and Hwa. Hwa lay back on the pillows and Snow was sat on top of him, facing forward. Snow searched the room, seeking Vor’s gaze.
Vor stared, his jaw slack, all while stroking his massive cock. Snow shivered again, excited all the more seeing Vor finding pleasure watching him.
“You’d look beautiful impaled on their cocks,” Vor said, his voice low and deep. “Is that what you want, sweet Snow?”
Snow moaned, his head falling back as a tremor rocked through him. “I do,” Snow replied, breathless and grateful for Vor’s clear approval.
Hwa’s long cock speared him from behind as he was lowered. When Snow’s knees met the softness of the silk pillows, he gripped Hwa’s knees with both hands and adjusted himself over the length. Snow rose up and came back down; a groan of delight dragged from him as he rode Hwa’s staff. A few strokes in, Shen climbed astride his friend’s thighs and urged Snow to lie back against Hwa’s chest. He angled his shorter, thicker shaft towards Snow’s slickened entrance.
“Both?”Snow asked, wide-eyed.
“Is that not what Vor just suggested?” Shen asked, smiling wickedly.
“I didn’t realize he meant at the same time,” Snow murmured, trapped in the dancing mirth in Shen’s topaz eyes.
“Vor stretched you nice and wide with his big cock. You’re still gaped open a little from his attentions,” Shen whispered before capturing his lips for a too-brief kiss. “I think you can manage us both, don’t you?”
Snow met Shen’s heated gaze and then shifted his to Vor’s. After Vor nodded, Snow turned back to Shen. “Go slow, please.”
