The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3) by Kelex Page A

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