The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3) by Kelex

use his gauntlet to hurt
them? Aleth didn’t like the idea of them seeing his deformed hand,
but he allowed it. Shame filled him as the sleeve was removed, but
when he felt Greylin’s lips on the mottled flesh, his head whipped
up to look. Greylin trailed kisses over the damaged hand instead of
ignoring it.
    A catch caught in Aleth’s chest, and
he struggled to breathe as he watched Greylin kiss each fingertip
of his misshapen hand. His throat dried and he coughed to push back
the emotion he felt.
    Greylin then wrapped a length of chain
around Aleth’s wrists.
    Aleth jerked, surprised by the action.
“What are you doing?”
    Greylin stared down at Aleth. “We must
protect ourselves,” he said.
    Sadness filled Aleth. They had to
protect themselves. From him. He couldn’t be angry with them,
though. In their place, he would do the same. Trust was earned, not
given. He had to prove himself to his warriors or he’d lose the
chance to have them touch him.
    He nodded and Greylin tied his hands
to the head of the bed.
    Ryllan opened the rest of Aleth’s
robe, exposing his nudity to them both. Being naked seemed a pale
comparison to his hand being unsheathed and exposed, and he didn’t
mind their gazes taking him in. Ryllan trailed his fingers all over
Aleth’s body, circling his nipples and abdomen before moving lower
to draw invisible marks inside his thighs, so very close to his
cock. No one had ever touched his cock before and the thought of
being caressed made his back arch with need.
    Greylin lay beside him watching Ryllan
caressing his flesh. Aleth turned to look at him and was surprised
by the heat in the male’s gaze, simply from looking at Aleth’s body
and observing Ryllan’s touch.
    “ Do you like Ryllan
touching you?” Greylin asked in a hushed whisper.
    “ Yesss,” Aleth answered,
wanting more.
    Ryllan leaned down to replace his
fingers with his lips and tongue, burning a heated trail along his
flesh. Aleth moaned, lifting his hips in open invitation, for what
he wasn’t exactly sure. He wasn’t completely innocent. He’d seen
males with other males, but didn’t know everything there was to the
act. When he’d seen others embroiled in the midst of fucking, he’d
seen the males mindless with lust, never understanding
it.
    Now he understood all too
well.
    Within minutes, the two had him under
their thumb. He’d be willing to do anything to get their touch on
his cock. Being at their mercy was both frightening and
exhilarating at the same time.
    They could make him do just about
anything in order to satisfy the need boiling in his veins, and
that scared him—but not enough to make him want this to
end.
    He would see it through. He wouldn’t
let them stop until he’d come.
    The only release he’d ever felt was
from his own hand. The orgasms had been fulfilling but had never
filled him with the excitement they now instilled in him, and
they’d yet to touch his shaft.
    Ryllan moved above Aleth’s cock and
kissed his abdomen, just above the mound of hair there. Aleth
jerked his hips up, hoping to force Ryllan to touch his cock.
Ryllan chuckled before pressing his lips in the nest of hair, just
at the base of Aleth’s shaft.
    It wasn’t enough.
    Aleth growled. “Please … touch me,
please.”
    Ryllan gently ran his bottom lip down
the length of Aleth’s cock. The barely there sensation was enough
to stiffen Aleth’s body as pleasure coiled within him. Ryllan knelt
at Aleth’s feet and lowered his head to swipe his tongue over the
full head of Aleth’s cock. The touch sent his body spiraling out of
control. He writhed on the bed, needing Ryllan to caress him
again.
    Ryllan grasped Aleth’s cock in a
gentle hand and then fisted the girth, before sliding down the
entire length and back up to the tip. Painful pleasure stroked up
Aleth’s spine, and he felt his cock spasm. A bead of fluid exited
the tip and shone on the bulbous head. Ryllan smiled up at him
before gathering the seed on his