The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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.