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Micha fanned himself. The day was overcast but unseasonably warm. At least he didn’t have to squint into the sun to watch the tournament.
Considering that the prize was Micha’s virtue, perhaps he should have been more interested in the proceedings. But to him, one alpha was much like another. Big, hulking, smelly brutes, the lot of them.
Micha’s father, the king, died six months after Micha presented as omega, meaning Micha could not become his heir. With the whereabouts of the only other contender, Micha’s half-brother, unknown, the council of dukes had organized a tournament for all the kingdom’s knights. The prize was the throne, and Micha as a mate. They’d scheduled it just in time for Micha’s next heat, and he could feel it creeping up on him now, the restlessness, the wetness between his legs, the way even his clothes felt too rough and overwhelming against his skin.
At last, the final duel. Lord Percival, son of a duke, squared off against the current champion, a stranger no one seemed to recognize. In his head, Micha had been calling him the Red Knight because of the crimson falcon emblazoned on his breastplate. Micha eyed the fight as Lord Percival took a mighty swing, which the Red Knight parried like swatting a fly. Micha never liked Lord Percival, who was loud and arrogant and felt no need to keep his hands to himself. But would the Red Knight be any better? Micha had no desire to be fucked and bred, but as a royal omega, he had no other choice.
Perhaps the Red Knight would treat him kindly. Micha indulged himself in a brief fantasy of a lover who touched him gently, who lavished him with praise and pleasure.
Lord Percival was losing. The Red Knight, tired of toying with his opponent, went on the offensive, dealing blow after blow as Percival fought to regain ground. A particularly hard hit had Percival tumbling backwards into the dirt. His helmet fell from his head, and he looked up with wide eyes at the Red Knight.
The Red Knight plunged his sword into Percival’s neck.
There was a ringing silence, and then the crowd erupted into tentative cheers.
“Present yourself, Sir Knight, and remove your helm, so we might see our new king,” the announcer called.
The Red Knight strode through the dirt and stopped in front of where Micha sat. Despite the helm, Micha had the strangest feeling that the knight was looking him in the eyes.
Then the knight removed his helm, and Micha’s blood ran cold. He knew that man.
It was his brother, Stefan.
Stefan was always a strange child. His mother died a year after he was born, and his father the King, forced into marrying her for politics instead of love, barely mourned her. He foisted his firstborn off on a series of nurses, and they to a one reported that he was too quiet and too serious, glaring at them out from under his mop of dark hair.
When he was four, his nurse found him tormenting a mouse. Seeing the blood, she screamed and fainted. “There’s something wrong with that boy,” she said later, recovering with a cup of strong tea in the kitchen. “He isn’t normal.” No one ever caught him abusing an animal again, though.
When Stefan was seven, his father married again, to a noble woman he had fallen in true love with, and two years later, she had a son. Micha was everything Stefan wasn’t, shy and sweet, with blond curls and gently tanned skin. He was the sun to Stefan’s moon, and Stefan orbited him.
No one was ever sure whether Stefan loved or loathed his brother. He followed him around incessantly, and often got aggressive when other people intruded on their time together. But he was also prone to pinching, hitting, and shoving Micha, and frequently made the other boy cry. The King punished Stefan harshly whenever he was caught, but Stefan only got better at hiding it.
When Stefan was fourteen, he had his first rut. Micha’s nurse caught Stefan with Micha pressed up against the wall, panting in his ear as the little boy cried, fingers clawing at Micha’s clothes. It seemed she’d found them just in time.
The King sent Stefan away after that, to be fostered in a dukedom far away. Ostensibly for training, and the location was kept secret to protect the young prince.
When the king died, no one knew where to find Stefan. And yet, now here he was.
Micha’s memories of Stefan were vague. He only remembered a figure much larger than him, dark hair and a threat of pain. He steeled himself to meet his brother again, telling himself that he was older now, that surely Stefan could not be so frightening.
He was wrong. Stefan also had grown. He was taller than Micha, broad in the shoulders, his dark hair pulled back in a neat queue, so that his glinting dark eyes were completely visible. His straight posture was at odds with the skulking teenager Micha remembered.
His gaze was just as hungry, though.
Stefan pulled Micha into a hug, and Micha smelled the thick alpha scent pouring off of him. It made his stomach twist, even as his body leaned in closer. Stefan pressed his nose to the side of Micha’s neck.
“Always knew you’d present omega,” Stefan said in his ear, quiet enough so only Micha could hear. “You were made for me, little brother.”
There was a feast, of course. Micha had imagined that he’d spend it getting to know his future mate. With Stefan by his side, he found he had no appetite. He prodded the food around his plate with his fork, sweat beading along his back, while Stefan chatted with the duke seated on his other side. No one else seemed to quite know what to do with Stefan, the missing prince who had suddenly reappeared in such a dramatic fashion to claim his half-brother as his mate. But Stefan was the legitimate ruler, by blood as well as by conquest, and most people seemed to have settled for pretending that these were entirely ordinary circumstances.
Stefan slid his hand under Micha’s shirt and stroked his stomach. Micha tried to ignore it. Stefan hadn’t stopped touching him since they’d met after the tournament. He didn’t seem to care that he was basically groping Micha in front of the entire court. People Micha had known for years, had cared about and respected, now refused to meet his eye as Stefan’s hands roamed over his skin.
Stefan slipped his hand down into Micha’s pants, and Micha gasped. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else noticed, but the diner on his other side was intently engaged in conversation with someone else. No one was looking at Micha, not even Stefan, as Stefan stroked Micha’s half-hard cock.
Micha bit his lip and stared at his plate. He wanted to pull away, but he was trapped between the table and the diner on the other side. Stefan pushed his hand lower, fondling Micha’s balls and dipping into the wetness behind them, and then came back to stroke Micha’s cock again, this time wet with Micha’s slick.
Micha hated how good it felt. His hips wanted to rock into Stefan’s hand, to chase the sensation. Stefan didn’t hurry, just stroked him slowly and firmly. Micha’s face burned and sweat trickled down his neck. Surely he must reek of sex. He expected to see heads turning his way, looks of disgust, but the other diners were resolutely ignoring him.
He could feel an orgasm building in him, and he dug his fingers into the tablecloth, willing himself not to give in to the feeling. Not like this, not in front of everyone, not from Stefan. But Stefan’s hand was unceasing, and before he could stop it his orgasm rolled over him. He swallowed a moan as he spurted into Stefan’s hand, shame bringing tears to his eyes.
Stefan nonchalantly removed his hand from Micha’s pants and wiped it off on Micha’s leg. He hadn’t once looked at him.
Micha couldn’t stand it anymore. He shoved back from the table and stood up. There was a wet patch on his crotch and a smear of come on his knee and he knew everyone in the hall could smell it on him. He needed to get out of here, now.
“Excuse me,” Stefan said to the duke next to him. “I think my mate’s heat is becoming too much for him. Enjoy the rest of the feast.” He placed his hand on the small of Micha’s back and guided him out of the hall.
Once they were in relative privacy, Stefan pulled Micha close and kissed him. The kiss was harsh and bruising. He bit Micha’s lip, and Micha tasted salty blood flood his mouth.
Stefan licked the blood from Micha’s lip. “Finally,” he breathed. “Finally, you’re mine. I’ve waited so long for you, Micha. I thought about you every day. Thought about you under me, thought about filling you up, thought about making you scream.” He kissed Micha again, hard enough that their teeth clicked together.
“I could fuck you right here,” Stefan whispered. “Fuck you up against this wall, and anybody who walks by would see you writhing on my knot. Would you like that? Everyone to know that you’re mine?”
“No!” Micha tried to pull away, but Stefan held him tight, his fingers digging into Micha’s arms. “Please, Stefan, let’s, let’s go somewhere else. Somewhere private. Please.” Micha was starting to believe that he couldn’t stop Stefan from hurting him, but the idea of anyone else seeing him so weak was intolerable.
“Whatever you want,” Stefan said, smiling like he was humoring Micha. But he continued to pull Micha down the hallway, until they reached the king’s rooms. Micha had never spent much time in there, when his father was alive, but Stefan seemed right at home. He slammed the door closed behind them and threw the bolt, then shoved Micha against the wall and kissed him again. He grabbed Micha’s ass through his pants and ground his hips against Micha’s. Micha could feel Stefan’s cock in his pants, hard and huge, and he groaned into Stefan’s mouth. Heat was clouding his mind. He knew that he didn’t want this, that it was terror that was making his heart thump so loudly, but his cock was starting to harden again and his hole throbbed with a need to be filled.
Micha squeaked as Stefan lifted him off his feet. He clung to Stefan’s shoulders as Stefan carried him through the apartment to the bedroom. The bed was enormous, huge enough for an orgy, and Stefan tipped Micha onto it. He ran his hands up under Micha’s shirt and pulled at the buttons, sending them popping off in all directions, as he kissed and sucked and nipped at a spot just under Micha’s jaw. “Gonna mark you all up,” he whispered. “Everyone will know that you’re mine. They won’t be able to stop thinking about you under me every time they see my marks all over you.”
He finally succeeded in ripping Micha’s shirt open and shoving it off his shoulders. “All wrapped up like a present for me,” Stefan said fondly. He bent down again and took one of Micha’s nipples in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and sucking on it until it was stiff and swollen and sore before turning his attention to the other one.
Micha didn’t know what to do. His heat-crazed body wanted to be touched. His cock and his hole throbbed. And yet he couldn’t escape Stefan’s bruising mouth, the way his hands pinned down Micha’s hips and dug into his thighs. Stefan bit down on Micha’s nipple, hard enough to draw blood, and Micha shrieked.
“I love making you scream,” Stefan said. “You always had the prettiest screams. Always got me so hard, even when you were just a tiny little thing.” He soothed the abused nipple with his tongue, lapping up the blood, and then moved downward, scraping his teeth over Micha’s ribs and pressing kisses to his belly as he pulled Micha’s pants off.
“You’re going to look so good carrying my babies,” Stefan continued. He stroked a palm over Micha’s flat stomach and then came down to fondle his cock. “I’ll keep you so full. Every time you give birth, I’ll fuck another one into you. Even when I’m not there with you, you’ll feel my baby inside you and think about me. Everyone who sees your big round belly will know how you took my knot.”
“Stefan, please,” Micha said. Stefan rubbed two fingers against Micha’s sopping wet hole, and Micha keened. And then Stefan bent down and put his tongue on Micha’s hole.
It was amazing and awful all at once. Stefan licked Micha’s hole, lapped up the slick that was dripping out like Micha’s ass was a sticky dessert, and it felt good, Micha’s nerves were singing. And yet it wasn’t enough, he needed more, he needed an alpha cock even as he tried to push away.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Stefan asked.
“Stop,” Micha said. He felt like he was being pulled in ten different directions, like he was about to fall to pieces. “I don’t want it, please.”
Stefan pushed two fingers into Micha’s hole and oh, that was what he needed, that was what his body craved, but it still wasn’t enough. Micha clenched down on the fingers, trying to force them out or pull them further in, he wasn’t sure any more. Stefan kissed his neck and began sucking another hickey there as Micha writhed on his fingers.
“You’re so tight. I knew you would be. That first rut, I wanted you. Do you remember that? You were so small, and all I could think was how tight you’d be on my cock. I wasn’t even sure if I could make it fit, but I didn’t care. You screamed so much, and I wanted to come with your screams in my ears, with your blood wetting my cock, with you squeezing so tight on my knot. I didn’t get to have you then, but I have you now. Will you scream for me, Micha? Will you bleed for me?”
“Stefan,” Micha moaned.
Stefan tangled his fingers in Micha’s hair and pulled hard. Micha yelped. “I know you want my cock,” he said. “Beg me for it.”
“No.”
A slap rocked Micha’s head back. Pain exploded behind his eyes, and Micha gasped. Stefan yanked on Micha’s hair again. “Don’t be like this,” he said. “Be good and beg me to fuck you.”
“I won’t!” He couldn’t. Stefan could do anything he wanted to Micha, but he couldn’t make Micha want him.
Stefan wrapped his hand around Micha’s throat and squeezed. Micha tried to gasp for air, but there was nothing but Stefan’s fingers digging into his neck and the burn in his lungs. Micha tore at Stefan’s hand, but Stefan was as immovable as a statue, squeezing the life from Micha. Black spots crowded at the corners of Micha’s vision, and Micha had the horrible realization that Stefan might actually kill him. And another realization, somehow worse, that Stefan might not stop at that, and that in the morning the servants would find his bruised body dripping with come and blood, ruined and defiled.
Tears streamed down Micha’s face as he made his lips mouth the word “please.” Stefan let up on Micha’s throat and Micha took a great gasp of air, immediately expelled as a sob. For a moment he was crying too hard to speak, unable to catch his breath. Stefan waited patiently for Micha to pull himself together.
“Please,” Micha said. A fresh wave of tears poured from his eyes. “Please, f-fuck me, Stefan. I wa-wa-want your knot. Please.”
Stefan licked the tear tracks up the side of Micha’s face. “Good boy,” he said. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He pulled away to quickly shed his clothes, and Micha curled in on himself, knees pulled up to his chest as if that could protect him. But in a moment Stefan was back, dragging Micha to the center of the enormous bed and spreading him out. His touch was hot on Micha’s sweat-drenched skin. Micha was crying too hard to see now, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t want to see the look on Stefan’s face.
Something huge, much bigger than a finger, rubbed up against the crack of Micha’s ass. “You’re so wet,” Stefan said. “Just dripping for my cock, aren’t you. Don’t worry, I’m going to fill you up.” And then he was pressing against Micha’s hole, and Micha clenched hard, trying to keep him out, but Stefan forced his way inside. Micha’s whole body was pain, bruises and bites where Stefan had marked him, but this was a whole new kind of pain, massive and all-consuming. Stefan’s cock was huge, and it stretched Micha wider and wider. It felt like it was tearing Micha in half. Perhaps this was what would kill him, battered to death from the inside out by his brother’s cock. Stefan gave a sharp thrust and Micha screamed, so Stefan did it again.
“Please,” Micha sobbed. “Please, you’re hurting me, make it stop, I can’t stand it.”
“You can,” Stefan said. “This is what you were made for. Made to take my cock. It hurts so good, doesn’t it?” He gripped Micha’s hips and began to fuck him, slowly at first and then harder and faster. Each thrust drove the breath from Micha’s lungs and spread the horrible pain further up, until his entire lower half felt like it was on fire.
But something else horrible was happening too. The awful, all-consuming ache, the need to be filled, was finally satisfied. Even as Micha begged for the agony to end, a part of him didn’t want to lose this, this feeling of being filled, the bone-deep sense of rightness that came from taking an alpha’s cock. Little sparks of pleasure bubbled up inside the pain, making Micha gasp. His cock was hard and leaking on his belly, and he wanted to touch it, to stroke himself until he came. Stefan was right. This was what Micha was made for, where he was meant to be. He hated himself for it.
The agonizing burning pain was half pleasure now, and each of Stefan’s thrusts seemed to catch on a spot inside Micha that made his toes curl. Micha was drowning in sensation, pain and pleasure so twisted up that he couldn’t tell which was which, the thick heavy scent of alpha and sex crushing him, Stefan’s touch making Micha’s skin crawl while at the same time driving him wild with desire.
Stefan’s smooth thrusts turned to stutters as his knot began to swell, catching on the rim of Micha’s hole, and Micha was sure he couldn’t stretch any further, couldn’t take any more of this. And then a sharp bolt of pain raced up from his hole, a horrible tearing feeling, and Micha screamed again, smelling blood under the sex.
“Yes,” Stefan panted. “Bleed for me, Micha. Scream. I love it, I need it, I’m so close…” Each time he pulled his knot out, Micha could feel his hole tearing a little more, and he might have screamed again but he was no longer sure. Stefan’s knot was pressing on that sensitive spot inside him, and Micha felt like he was dangling from the edge of a cliff, and then Stefan’s knot hit him just right and Micha fell, sobbing with his ragged throat, spurting come all over his belly, his every nerve on fire. He couldn’t help clenching down on Stefan’s knot and everything became more, and Stefan yelled, “Yes, yes!” and Micha could feel thick, hot come filling him up, coating his insides, burning as it leaked out his torn hole.
Everything settled. Micha took huge, ragged gulps of air. His whole body was a throbbing ache, as if he’d been beaten.
Stefan lay down on the bed, pulling Micha with him until Micha was cradled in his arms. Every tiny movement jostled the knot in Micha’s hole and sent another stab of pain through his fried nerves, and he was acutely aware that it wouldn’t take much to rip the knot of him entirely.
Stefan petted Micha’s hair and kissed him gently. One of his hands dropped down to stroke Micha’s belly, and Micha realized that Stefan’s enormous cock made a bulge there, that Stefan was stroking himself through Micha’s flesh. It made Micha want to be sick.
Stefan dipped his hand lower to circle around Micha’s abused hole, and it came up slicked red with blood. Looking Micha in the eye, Stefan licked his fingers clean.
“Can’t wait to watch you squeeze my spawn out of your cunt,” Stefan said, his voice deep and rough with sated exhaustion. “Fuck another one into you while you’re still covered in blood. Micha, my Micha, I’ll never let you be empty again.” He kissed Micha again, gentle and sweet, on the lips, and then closed his eyes and dropped into a deep sleep.
With nowhere to go, no way to escape, it didn’t take Micha long to cry himself to sleep as well.