There were more important things to think about or maybe I couldn’t deal with that. I asked a minor question instead.

“The uh... thing is still in... you know, my butt.”

James tilted his head. “Yes, it’s stretching you out. Volardi males use every orifice. Lest you think it’s not necessary?”

He tapped the screen, and I saw a dark-haired male who wouldn’t look out of place on a football field. Like all Alphas, he had flecks over his shoulders and chest. He was bare-chested, with purple eyes and a similar colored stripe over his hair. His eyes were narrowed, and it looked like there was an ocean behind him. His expression was serious or maybe the purple eyes just gave that look. I’d say he looked like a bodybuilder but that was a disservice to the man and his musculature. Down my gaze went and my eyes widened as I saw his thick and long manhood. It was a cock alright and a manly one too. I suppose all dicks are, but someone got an extra serving.

It should have filled me with fear. I suppose it did but now, all I could do was clench down below as I imagined it in me, even if it shamed me to do so.

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Chapter Ten

MATROS

“What an attractive face,” said my Oma as he stood next to my throne. His face twisted into a sly smile. “He’s got an innocent look.”

He wasn’t bad looking. Quite the opposite. His brown hair was longer than my short black cut. The skin was lighter, and I wondered if their sun was weaker. His face was angular but not in an unpleasant way.

My Oma is correct. Those are young eyes.

He let out a wondering murmur. “It won’t last. I had a face like that one… well until your fathers got their hands on me.”

My eyebrows rose. “Not something I want to think about.”

His head tilted against mine. “Don’t be a prude my son. If it wasn’t for your First Father’s eye and nose, you wouldn’t be here.” His voice lowered into Omega subservience. “You’ll understand when the scent hits you.”

“There are other things beyond scent.”

“True but this helps with babies.” He smiled softly. “He’s got kind eyes.” He turned toward me and his hand went over his heart. “Do you know what makes me the proudest of all my son?”

He didn’t need me to ask so he continued. “You would never take those eyes away. Not really. He will change with you, but the kindness will stay.” His smile was wide but vanished quickly. “I was lucky to be with your Fathers. They were kind to me – more than I dared hope. I’ve seen many of my childhood friends at the hands of cruel mates. They lost the glow in their eyes.” The crackle of the force field pressed into my bare shoulder. “You would never do that.”

The thought of him looking after the new generation would fill him with joy. However, I’m a king and couldn’t indulge in procreation – at least right now.