The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3)
actually felt … relief. I’d never have to
endure his scowls or his condescension. He’d hated me from the
minute I was born, and I bore hate in my heart for him. But as time
passed, I realized he’d made me the hard warrior I am today. In his
attempt to mock me, he’d made me tougher than other warriors. And
it was then I was able to let go of the pain.”
    “ I’m sorry you endured
that,” Aleth said softly. “Do you think I’m merciless for wanting
to see them hurt?”
    “ I would think you
merciless if you’d not changed. I can understand wanting
retribution for the things they’d done to you. But now is your time
to make things right. You must make up for the things you’ve done
wrong by balancing the cosmic scales.”
    “ You want me to help
Agarri?”
    “ Your help could save
millions on our world. Instead of worrying so much about it, why
don’t you let it go for now. Wait until you’ve met your brother and
then you can gauge what kind of a male he is and if you want to
help him.”
    Aleth let out a shuddered
breath. “I like your idea. I never expected such wisdom …” from a brute. Aleth
cringed as he realized where his train of thought had been leading
him.
    “ You of anyone should know
not to judge a book by its cover. My father might have trained me
to be hardened on the outside, but my mother trained me to be
educated and thoughtful on the inside.”
    “ You’re right. I should’ve
known better,” Aleth said. He leaned up to kiss Amaden on the lips,
apparently startling the male.
    Amaden gripped his shoulder, drawing
him closer as the kiss developed into more. Fire swirled low in
Aleth’s belly as Amaden’s hand began to travel Aleth’s body,
touching him all over. Aleth pressed closer to Amaden’s wandering
fingers, wanting to give the warrior access anywhere he
wanted.
    Amaden lifted his head. “Are you
sore?”
    Aleth nodded. “I am. But not so much
as to stop us.”
    “ I will try to be gentle,”
Amaden said as he lowered his head back down and captured Aleth’s
lips once more.
    The kiss became sweltering, breaking
Aleth’s forehead and nape into sweat. A fine sheen soon coated his
body. Fortunately Amaden pulled the robe from Aleth and allowed the
cooler air in the room to roam over his body, just like Amaden’s
hands now did.
    The gentle giant kneaded Aleth’s
flesh, squeezing a tender ass cheek and cupping Aleth’s sac. When
Amaden gripped Aleth’s cock in his meaty fist, Aleth nearly came
off the bed. His cock was already hard, but Amaden soon brought him
higher, farther, and his cock swelled harder. The shaft throbbed
painfully, want filling him with desperation.
    Aleth drew Amaden’s tunic over his
head, needing to feel the male’s skin against his. Amaden lifted on
his knees and drew his leather breeches down his hips. Aleth’s gaze
was drawn to the long, fat cock there, already hard as a rock.
Amaden was at least as large as Ryllan, if not slightly bigger.
He’d stretch Aleth even more as he entered him. The thought made
Aleth tremble.
    “ I need you inside me,
Amaden,” Aleth cried.
    “ Slow down, little prince.
We have all the time we need.”
    “ No,” Aleth cried. “I need
you now.”
    Amaden backed away slightly and looked
down at Aleth for a moment, a question in his gaze. “Okay, Prince
Aleth. If you must have me, I’m yours.”
    Amaden reached to the table beside the
bed and grasped a small flask of oil. Once he had a small amount in
his hands, he rubbed it onto Aleth’s ass and around his puckered
hole before sliding his fist up and down his hard pole. Amaden
pressed a gentle finger inside Aleth’s ass, and Aleth hissed. The
pain stung for a moment, but Amaden’s calm touch soothed him
quickly.
    “ There are medicines in
the oil to help soothe your muscles,” Amaden said. “They’ll help
you relax.”
    Aleth sighed after a few more moments
of Amaden’s caresses. “Now, Amaden. Please.”
    He pushed Aleth down on his back,

Similar Books

What Is All This?

Stephen Dixon

Imposter Bride

Patricia Simpson

The God Machine

J. G. SANDOM

Black Dog Summer

Miranda Sherry

Target in the Night

Ricardo Piglia