The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3) (5 page)

The big brute stepped closer and
pulled Aleth against him before throwing him over one shoulder
again, like a sack of grain.

Aleth should’ve been upset by being
manhandled, but not having to face them after his unfortunate words
was almost a relief. He’d let the three take him from the castle
and before they could go farther, he’d figure out a way to escape
into the city. The one thing he’d lacked on previous escape
attempts was brute force, and it seemed these three had plenty of
that to spare.

He wouldn’t be imprisoned
by his father
or
his brother and used as a weapon on either side. Starving on
the streets was easier than being a pawn in their war. He relaxed,
biding his time and awaiting the perfect moment for him to
flee.

Chapter Six

Greylin walked down the cobbled steps
of the secret passage just behind Amaden. Ryllan led the trio, and
Greylin was in charge of ensuring the prince didn’t attempt
anything during their escape. Who knew what powers the shifter had?
No shifter Greylin had ever heard of had the ability to wipe clean
minds, and Prince Agarri wasn’t sure if Aleth had any other weapons
in his arsenal.

One weapon Greylin had noted was
Aleth’s beauty.

Sure, he looked just like Prince
Agarri, but where Agarri was soft and demure, there was a cockiness
to Aleth that made him very different than his brother. Greylin had
felt his body’s reaction as soon as he’d laid eyes on Prince Aleth
and had felt surprise rush through him at the magnitude of his
emotion.

The Oracle had said Aleth was theirs.
Did that knowledge now color Greylin’s perception?

When Amaden had climbed atop Aleth on
the bed, Greylin’s cock had swelled, ready to take that which was
theirs. Greylin had wished the timing was different and they had
been there to claim him.

They’d had no time for
that.

Greylin had been raised knowing there
would be no mate for him. Laws had been enacted before he’d been
born, stating aberrations such as him couldn’t mate. He’d accepted
his lot and hadn’t sought out their mate. They’d not been virgins,
tasting flesh they’d had to pay for in the whorehouse district.
Only a whore would accept them, if given enough coin, so they’d not
gone often.

Instead, he’d pushed his body to
extremes, gaining strength to help control his nature, as his
brothers had done as well. For years, he’d thought he was in
control.

Now, that control was being
tested.

A beautiful prince, supposedly theirs,
was in their grasp. Years of ignored hunger and desire swamped
Greylin as he ran down the darkened passages. If they made it back
to their ship, it would take over a week to return to base and hand
the prince over to his brother. A week was a long time for them to
hold back when Aleth stirred such desire, especially as Greylin had
watched the male flirting with Amaden.

Even the brute hadn’t seemed
impervious, tossing the prince down on the bed and climbing atop
him. Aleth had appeared to want Amaden as well, or had it been a
game? There had never been a male who’d wanted them without some
end, usually coin. Aleth was like them, and had more than likely
never been touched by a hand that wanted him. Could raw need alone
have made him act that way, or had it been subterfuge?

The prince could’ve yelled for the
guards at any point, but hadn’t. He could be fighting them now and
wasn’t.

It was as if the rescue was going too
easy. That thought didn’t settle well with Greylin.

Aleth had something planned, Greylin
was sure of it.

Greylin was on high alert as they
exited into the waste tunnels under the castle. While Prince Agarri
said they were patrolled little, that had been in better days. With
the invasion, things might have changed. They’d found no guards
upon arrival, but they could be unlucky during their
escape.

They meandered their way through the
damp, dingy underbelly and finally made their way out of the maze
of tubes. The sun had set while they’d zigzagged through the
low–lit tunnels, leaving them in utter darkness once they exited.
Greylin took a deep breath of fresh air, the stench of the
passageways enough to make him wretch.

Another half–hour of wandering through
the alleys of the city and they arrived at their cloaked ship.
They’d been lucky to avoid the guard, again—too easy.

As Amaden lowered Prince Aleth to his
feet, the prince swung his hands. The metal box struck Amaden in
the face and knocked him to his knees. Aleth spun on his heels and
began running. Greylin raced after him, tackling him only a few
feet away, knowing it had only been a matter of time before
something went wrong. He’d sprung into action before the prince had
traveled far.

Pinning the prince to the ground, his
body reacted immediately.

“
Another male, hard and
grinding into me,” Prince Aleth whispered. “Are all three of you
overdue for a bedding? Or should I take it as a
compliment?”

Greylin clenched his teeth and rose,
lifting the prince with him without answering. “Try to escape again
and I’ll put you over my knee.”

“
Promise?” Aleth asked, a
smile playing on his lips. “I think I might like that.”

Greylin fought the desire swamping him
and pushed Aleth onto the ship.

Their ship was small, as were most in
their fleet. They’d not been battle ready when the Xakarrian fleet
had arrived, so many escaped in their private ships. This one only
had one sleeping quarters, which Greylin took the male to. He
deposited the prince on the middle of the bed, and moved to leave,
ready to lock Aleth inside while they departed.

Aleth wiggled in the middle. “Not as
soft as my bed, but it’ll do, I suppose. So which one of you will
be first?”

Greylin frowned. “First?”

“
To ravage me?”

Greylin backed closer to the door.
“What gives you the idea we plan to ravage you?”

“
Your hard cock and the
look in your eye. I’d say I wanted Amaden first, but I’m almost
scared to see how big that cock is he’s got in his pants. It felt
huge against me. A cock that big might tear me apart, so best you
and Ryllan get on me first. I’ll have the beast last, after you’ve
primed my body for him.”

Greylin shook his head, the visions
going through his head enough to make him want to follow through
with the prince’s suggestions. “We’re here to rescue you. Not fuck
you.”

Aleth looked down at Greylin’s cock,
which he knew was tenting his pants without following Aleth’s
gaze.

“
Your cock says something
different.”

Greylin reached for the door. “I don’t
know what kind of kinky, decadent life you’ve lived in the palace,
but we’re not interested in playing your little games, Prince
Aleth.”

Greylin exited before his lie became
more apparent. He backed against the door and felt sweat beading on
his forehead and back. Closing his eyes, he saw himself sinking
into Aleth’s soft body and finding oblivion in his mate.

His mate?
No. They had no mate.

However tempting Prince Aleth was,
they needed to focus on escape and survival, not slipping their
cocks into the pretty little prince’s backside.

* * * *

Aleth stepped closer to the door,
sensing Greylin on the other side. He’d yet to hear footfalls
walking away and knew the warrior had been just as needful as Aleth
had been. Why Aleth had gone completely insane and his mouth had
gotten away from him, he didn’t know.

He was a virgin.

Yet he wanted these males with a need
he’d never experienced before.

Playing the seducer wasn’t in Aleth’s
area of expertise. He was doing a terrible job of it, it appeared,
but then perhaps his victims weren’t as willing as they seemed. In
actuality, he’d only really done it to set them off kilter to make
it easier to escape, not to truly garner a response.

Hadn’t
he?

Not only had he failed to distract
them, but he’d also failed to escape before he’d gotten yanked on
their ship—a ship that was lifting off even as he stood there. He
could feel the gentle movement making his knees feel
weak.

He looked down at his encased hands,
angry they bound him so. Wiggling around, he realized they’d bound
him with his gauntlet on. Aleth laughed, easily slipping one hand
out of bondage. After a little tugging, he was able to get the rest
of the box off his other hand and completely freed himself. With
the cover back on his deformity, he took a deep breath and started
plotting and planning his escape.

Silly males.

Aleth only needed one of them to open
the door and he’d have them under his control. He walked over to
the locked door and banged on it, hoping the sexy Greylin would
open it. Something about the male’s white hair made him erotically
exotic. But really, he’d take any of the three handsome warriors.
Before he forced the warrior to do his bidding, he’d use his power
to persuade him to take away the need still aching within,
whichever one opened the door.

A sudden thought struck Aleth.
Kannomite warriors were rumored to abide by the old laws—they
continued the old ways of triad lovers. Three males would take
another as their fated mate. A shiver of delight raced up Aleth’s
spine as he imagined being used by all three of them at the same
time.

He closed his eyes, knowing he needed
to get ahold of himself. His first mission was to free himself from
his new prison, not let them use and abuse his flesh, no matter how
tempting that sounded.

Knocking on the door with the metal
box they’d encased him in, he waited for whoever came, if any of
them responded at all. Instinctively, Aleth knew one of them would
eventually, if he made enough noise and irritated them enough. He
beat on the door again a few moments later and saw the knob
turn.

The last male, Ryllan, stood staring
at Aleth with his sexy, bright green eyes. He glanced down and
immediately took in Aleth’s free hands. Before the warrior could
bind him again, Aleth lifted one glowing hand to Ryllan’s forehead
and began to strip the male of his memories.

And then Ryllan would be his to use as
he saw fit.

Chapter Seven

Ryllan gripped the prince’s wrist and
dragged the glowing hand from his head. “Was that supposed to
tickle, Prince Aleth? If not, you’re losing your touch.”

Prince Aleth’s eyes grew large and he
stared at his hand. He wrenched it from Ryllan’s grasp and pushed
it against Ryllan’s forehead once more, the light growing brighter
the second time. Ryllan fought the prince to the ground, waiting to
feel something come over him. He waited for the feeling of
nothingness to invade his mind, to feel himself wiped clear. Part
of him almost longed for the bliss of ignorance, to not remember
all the pain in his life.

But that pain had made him into the
male he was. He’d not want to lose the very essence of who he
was.

But nothing happened. There seemed
nothing amiss, and his mind worked clearly. As clearly as a male
could think with a sexy, squirming prince under him.

Had the prince failed in his attempt,
or had he changed his mind and not followed through in his attempt?
Ryllan was fairly positive it was the former, as the prince had
ample opportunity and seemed shocked it wasn’t working.

“
What have you done to
me?” the prince asked, looking confused. He stared down at his hand
as if was just as broken as the other hidden behind the
gauntlet.

“
Nothing,” Ryllan said,
staring at Aleth’s mouth. “Not yet.”

Ryllan had felt his cock lengthening
in response to the prince, but he couldn’t give in. He and his
triad brother had already had a conversation about keeping their
distance, to watch out for the dangers this male presented. They
wouldn’t succumb to the idea of a fated mate, and they planned to
simply hand Aleth over to Agarri.

But Ryllan so wanted a taste of those
sweet, firm lips.

Ryllan stepped forward, urging the
prince back and closer to the bed. With each step, the prince
retreated until the backs of his legs were against the mattress. He
gave one push and Aleth fell onto the top and Ryllan followed him
down, pinning the prince under him. Then he leaned down against the
struggling male and pressed his lips against the prince’s soft,
pink ones.

Aleth immediately stopped squirming
and lay unmoving as Ryllan sampled him. The prince’s lips parted
slightly, just enough for Ryllan to press his tongue into the gap
and exploit the opening. He swirled his tongue inside Aleth’s mouth
and tasted all of him. Ryllan’s cock swelled to full life, and he
rolled his hips to rub the thick erection against Aleth’s prone
body.

After a few moments of dizzying
kisses, Ryllan lifted his head and looked down at the stunned
prince. Where had the little seducer from earlier gone?

“
You taste as sweet as I’d
expected,” Ryllan said with a smile.