Guard the Crown: The Royal Alphas

by H Q Kingsley

  My mouth fell open, and even Omar looked a little shocked.

  “Um, what?” I asked.

  “You...You got away. You left father’s orbit, and you’re doing your own thing with someone you love. I wish I was as brave as you sometimes.” He shrugged as if he hadn’t just said the most unexpected thing in the world.

  Suddenly, I saw Ezra probably for the first time. He wasn’t like the rest of my brothers. He only pretended to be.

  “So, leave too. You can stay with us,” I offered, ignoring Omar’s grunt of disagreement. “We have an extra bedroom.”

  Ezra shook his head. “No, Zyke. This is your happy ending. Not mine. You were always meant for something greater. Not me. I can’t even read. All I have is the family.” He offered me a smile, but his eyes were so sad behind it that it gutted me. “Look, that’s all I wanted to say. If we don’t speak again...Just...I’m proud of you.”

  I opened my mouth, searching for something, anything to say as I watched him walk away back to the entrance to the building, but there was nothing more to say. We’d both made our choices.

  “Well, that was unexpected,” Omar said, pulling me out of the doorway and closing the door to the apartment. “You okay?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

  “We’ve got a job today. You still up for it?”

  I shook off the haze and disbelief of Ezra showing up at our doorstep. “Yeah. Yes. Let’s do it.”

  15

  Omar

  I woke up craving Zyke. After tasting him that first time, I was pretty sure I was going to want him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. We were due at the work site in a few hours, but there was time for me to indulge a bit before we had to get up and go.

  And I planned to take advantage of that.

  Zyke was curled against my chest, sleeping soundly, and I had to pause for a second to take in how damned adorable he looked. His lashes laid fanned against his cheek, and his lips were parted slightly while he let out tiny, breathy snores. He was precious, and he was mine.

  That surge of desire got stronger, and I eased myself out from under him, letting him roll fully onto his front. Moving carefully, I got out of bed, trying not to wake him just yet.

  I pushed the blankets down and settled down by his feet, taking in his pert ass and the sweet hole between those cheeks.

  Gently I parted them, and there was my prize, pink and furled and still a little puffy and swollen from all the attention I'd given it the night before.

  We’d been trying relentlessly to get my cock in him...well, he’d been trying harder than I was. The truth was, I was perfectly content to eat him every night until he passed out in a puddle of his own cum. The icing on the cake was getting to cum all over him, since watching him sleep covered in my seed gave me an unexpected thrill.

  Without wasting time, I leaned in and licked over his hole, enjoying the way he twitched in his sleep. The taste of his skin and his own unique musk was intoxicating, and I buried my face in his ass, seeking out more of it.

  Even asleep it didn't take long for him to start to slick for me, and I went after more of that, too, licking it up while I worked my tongue into him.

  Zyke moaned in his sleep, and his legs shifted apart, making me smirk.

  He wanted me even when he was asleep, and I had to wonder if he'd dreamed about this before. About me on top of him, taking what I wanted because I knew he wanted it, too.

  He was such a good boy, so eager and giving, and I wanted to make him feel good.

  It didn't take long of me spearing him with my tongue for him to stir, waking up slowly.

  "Mm," he groaned, and I could imagine those lovely eyes shifting open. "What's...Daddy?"

  I just hummed, not letting up as I kept working.

  Zyke's fingers curled into the pillow under his head, and he just rode it out, bucking back and taking it, falling apart once I had worked him up enough.

  I was grinning when I came up for air, and he turned his head enough that he could see me and smiled back.

  "Good morning."

  "Morning, Peanut," I said. "I couldn't think of a better way to start the day than tasting you again."

  "Mmm," he hummed. "I can tell. Now I don't wanna move or do anything, though."

  I laughed and gave his ass a light smack. "We gotta get moving. If you're good and get up, you'll get rewarded tonight."

  He knew exactly what I meant, and it had him scrambling up and out of bed faster than I would have thought possible.

  We made it to the job site on time, and spent the day hauling more rubble. It was a mess, what had happened to the community center, and it was plain to see on the faces of the people who were working with us that they weren't pleased with the state of things.

  The royal family had a lot to answer for, all things considered.

  Zyke had never done work like that before, but he didn't complain. He followed my lead, moving boxes and bricks and clearing the little space we were set up in, seeming happy to be there.

  His hands had lost some of their softness, taking on calluses and chipped nails. Working hands. Hands that weren't just pampered and spoiled.

  It was good for him, and I was glad he seemed to be taking to it.

  We put in our hours and got our pay and then trudged back home for the usual routine of showering and having something quick for dinner.

  But there was an excitement in the air, and Zyke could barely sit still, practically vibrating as he did the dishes after dinner and then turned to look at me with those bright eyes.

  I smirked. "Something I can do for you, Peanut?"

  "You promised," he said with a little pout.

  "Did I? What did I promise? You're gonna have to refresh my memory, I think."

  His pout turned into a little scowl, but it looked more endearing than warning. "You know what. You didn't forget."

  I laughed. He was so determined. "No, I didn't forget. You want me to fuck you."

  It wasn't a question, but he nodded anyway, eager and enthusiastic. I loved that about him. He gave himself wholly to whatever he was doing, and at that moment, he was giving himself to me.

  "Please," he said, and even if I wanted to deny him, I wouldn't have been able to. Of course, I didn't want to deny him. I wanted to sink into his tight little body and make him mine, but I also wasn’t capable of hurting him on the scale that he was asking either.

  I still hadn’t been able to push more than about an inch into him before he was sobbing, and that sound always halted me, even if he begged me to ignore him.

  But tonight, we’d try again, and even if I only had an inch to fuck him with, that would have to be good enough for the both of us.

  I took him to the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. He was dressed in some loose pajama pants and an old, ratty shirt he'd stolen from my small stash of clothes because he said it smelled like me and was very soft.

  He was practically swimming in the shirt, but it was a good look on him, and I pushed the hem of it up so I could kiss his stomach and then up to his chest, taking my time.

  His nipples were dusky and pert, and I spent some time there, kissing and licking at them, making them stand up and peak for me.

  Zyke moaned, a breathy, beautiful sound that made me smile against his skin.

  I wanted him to be as relaxed as possible before I tried to fit my cock in him, so I showered his chest with kisses and little bites, paying close attention to the way he arched and squirmed for me, taking note of his reactions. I knew him pretty well; I’d charted his body like a map to the fountain of youth. I knew where to kiss him to make him moan, to make him shudder, to make him spread his legs and beg for me.

  "Please, Daddy," he whined, right on cue. "I want you so bad. I need you."

  "I know, Peanut," I said. "I'm gonna take care of you."

  I dragged my hands up his chest, pinching and teasing at his nipples a bit more, just because I liked the way he whimpered for me when I did it.r />
  I snagged the hem of the shirt and dragged it over his head, taking the time to admire the softness of his skin and the way it looked in the light from the lamp on the nightstand.

  His pants were next, and I slid them down his legs, raising an eyebrow when I noticed his underwear were missing. I’d partially dressed him for bed, and somewhere down the line, he must have taken them off.

  He blushed under my gaze, but didn't look away.

  "I wanted to...to make it easy for you," he breathed, and I grinned.

  "Such a good boy. You know I love to look at you. Your beautiful body. Your gorgeous cock. That sweet hole."

  He was already hard, his cock pulsing under my gaze, and I wrapped one hand around it, stroking it slowly.

  Zyke arched and cried out, his toes curling as he came. He was so sensitive, and I loved that. He couldn’t control himself with me, and I got to see him fall apart for me over and over again.

  The possessive side of me loved it. I loved that I was the first and only to explore him, to know just how beautifully needy he was.

  I released him and spread his legs wider. I'd just eaten him out that morning, but I still hadn’t quite gotten my fill.

  I lapped at his hole, coving it with the wideness of my tongue and dragging it across every inch of him. He was so good, the sounds he made, the way he tasted.

  “You’re such a good boy,” I praised as I slurped up the wetness dripping from him. “You’re so wet for me, Peanut.”

  I flicked my finger against his puckered entrance, rolling it around in his wetness until it was coated.

  I gently pushed into him, and he hummed in appreciation.

  One finger always slipped in easily. My beautiful boy loved getting his tight little ass fingered.

  I worked it in as deep as I could, penetrating him with my index finger, twisting it until his hips arched and I found that spot in him that made him come like a geyser.

  I slipped a second finger in him, and he took it like a champ, rocking his hips and practically begging for more, so I added another finger.

  It was a tight fit, it always was, and I took my time there, fucking him with those digits, watching his face for signs of pain.

  He seemed blissed out already, though, his eyes heavy lidded, lips parted. Every time I brushed that spot inside of him, he jerked and came, and I gave him a second to recover before easing my fingers back in and out of him.

  He was already covered in cum, thin lines of it trailing down his stomach. The sight of it made my cock jump, and I paused for just a moment to undo my pants to free it.

  Precum leaked freely from me as I looked Zyke over. He was pure eroticism, his tight, tiny ass stretched over my fingers while he moaned for more.

  "My beautiful, fucking boy," I said, keeping up the praise. I wanted to make sure he knew he was doing so well for me. "You want another finger? Are you ready for it?"

  He nodded. "Yeah. Please, Daddy?"

  A shock went through my cock. It always did when he called me that. His sweet, soft voice coining me as his daddy, his protector.

  "Anything for you, Peanut," I said as I worked to press my pinkie into him, forcing all four of my fingers into his entrance.

  His hole was so tight around me, clinging to them and making it hard for me to work them. Gradually, his body started to relax, opening up for me, and I was able to move them deeper and a little faster.

  Zyke's mouth was open, and he was breathing hard, flushed and dazed. "Oh," he gasped. "Gods. That feels good."

  I nodded, twisting my fingers into him, slowly pumping as I reached down with my free hand to stroke my cock as I watched him come undone.

  "Please, Daddy. Try. I want you," he said breathlessly, looking up at me with eager eyes.

  I nodded, slowly pulling my fingers out of him. I kept stroking my cock as I stared at his puffed hole, gaping with the memory of my fingers.

  It was so slick and sloppy at that point, his slick dribbling out in little drops, the rim shiny from his arousal.

  I pushed down my pants to my ankles and kicked them off to the corner of the room.

  Zyke stared with wide eyes, the way he always did when I got naked around him, and I let him look as much as he wanted as I stroked my cock, slicking it up with my own precum.

  “Fuck, I want you, too, Peanut,” I said, my breaths coming hard and heavy.

  My whole body was practically throbbing with the need to be buried inside of Zyke, and I hissed at the contact of his hole, twitching with desire as I brushed my head against his entrance. .

  "You ready?" I panted, hoping to the gods he was because I didn't want to wait, but I would if he needed.

  Zyke nodded, almost frantically. "Please, please, please," he chanted, spreading his legs even wider and arching himself.

  He was so fucking tempting. Half innocent, half completely wanton, and I wanted him so goddamn bad.

  "Okay," I said, breathing out messily. I had to pace myself. I couldn't just shove in and take him, no matter how much my inner lion was pressing me to claim him and make him mine. Every night, I had to ignore that animalistic instinct to claim.

  I settled over him once more and draped his legs over my hips. With one hand, I guided my cock forward, the head catching on his rim and then sliding in without much resistance.

  My fingers had done the work of opening him up for the first half inch or so.

  I pushed forward a bit more, and watched Zyke wince, which brought me up short.

  "Does it hurt?"

  He shook his head.

  "Zyke," I said firmly. "Tell me the truth."

  "You're big," he panted. "But don't stop. Please don't stop. Just keep going. I don't care if it hurts. Please."

  I sighed, but did as he said, pushing another inch. When he cried out and it sounded more like pain than pleasure, I stopped again.

  "Baby."

  "Don't stop," he said again. "Even if I cry, please."

  I leaned in to kiss him, taking over his mouth with my tongue as I tried to press in a little more, pushing against the resistant and Zyke whimpered into my mouth.

  I pulled back and looked at him, and his face was twisted in pain, even though he tried to hide it.

  “I’m okay,” he lied, but his voice was tight and broken. "I want to be with you. I want to do this. Please."

  I shook my head, placing gentle kisses over him. “You are with me, Peanut. And you feel so good,” I said, placing my hand on my cock as a stopper for how much he could take.

  “You promised you’d fuck me,” Zyke whined.

  I pulled out of him a little and eased back in. His fingers curled into me, and he cried out the most delicious sound I’d ever hear.

  “I am going to fuck you, Peanut.” I pulled back again and pushed in a little harder, making sure to only give him as much of me as he could take. “Just like I promised.”

  Zyke squirmed under me, panting and whimpering as I fucked him. He felt so good, even if it was only a portion of my cock, and he looked so good taking it, felt so tight around it.

  I held his hand while I pushed in, tangling our fingers together.

  He felt so fucking good. Hot and slick and perfect, and I shuddered, pulling back as I felt myself on the brink.

  I pulled out of him, and he shivered as I took his cock in my hand, pressing it against my own as I stroked us.

  “I want to put you to bed covered in our cum, Peanut,” I panted as I stroked us more aggressively. “Will you come with me?”

  He didn’t need to answer. The moment I asked, he was shooting a thin film of cum as he let out a tired, tight groan.

  I followed after him, coating his chest in my seed before crumbling into a tired heap next to him.

  I kissed his shoulder as I pulled him into me.

  “You okay, Peanut?” I asked.

  He gave me a tired nod as he nuzzled into me.

  “You took so much of me tonight,” I told him as I brushed his hair with my fingers. “You f
elt so good.”

  Zyke smiled as he closed his eyes. “I love you, Daddy.”

  I kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too, Peanut.”

  The next morning, we were a mess. Sweat and cum had dried on our skin, and Zyke's hole was puffy and red. He tried to roll over and whined in pain, and I frowned, feeling guilty for being the one who did that to him.

  "I'm okay," he insisted, but when he pulled himself up and out of bed, he was definitely grimacing in pain.

  "You're not okay," I said. "Lay back down."

  He did so, looking glad for the excuse to not be standing anymore, and I leaned in, spreading his cheeks and trying to kiss it better.

  Even though I knew he was in pain, the animal instinct in me wanted to fuck him all over again, and I had to hold myself back, not wanting to make things worse.

  He was just too tempting with his pert little ass up like that, and having the scent of the two of us mingled together just made it worse.

  "I'm going to run you a warm bath, okay? It’ll help."

  "Okay," Zyke said, holding his arms out for me to carry him.

  It only seemed fair, since I was the one who did that to him in the first place, so I carried him to the bathroom and filled the tub, dumping in his toys, bubbles, and some salts that I'd picked up to soothe muscle aches just in case that would help.

  While he soaked, I sat there beside the tub, trailing fingers through the water and watching him as he played with his bubbles and his toys. He looked happy, and I felt happy sitting there watching him.

  I was just as much his as he was mine, helpless to deny him anything, and I was overcome with how much I loved him.

  “Do you know how much I love you?” I asked him as I leaned over the tub to give him a quick kiss.

  He looked up at me with wide eyes and a grin. “Probably not as much as I love you,” he said, pursing his lips for another kiss.

  I kissed him again. “Definitely more,” I argued.

  He reached up to wrap his arms around my neck. “Agree to disagree,” he said, pulling me in to kiss him deeper and longer.