SHOW ME YOUR HOLE

EVREN

Everything happened too fast and too chaotic. Before Evren could even feel embarrassment for what he had said or get a single thought in, he’d been hauled onto the bed and shifted into a position that had him on his hands and knees.

It felt like a fever dream, and Evren could’ve sworn he was still dreaming if not for the sparks of electricity that zinged through his body when the Lycan King’s hand wrapped around his exposed waist.

And now he was being asked to do what? His brain couldn’t compute what the Lycan Crown was asking him to do, not with how he was trembling and his mind fraying from fear.

But one thing Evren was certain of was the fact that he couldn’t deny the Lycan Crown of anything. He had one purpose here in the palace, and it was to fulfil the King’s sexual needs. He was brought here as a sex tribute, and maybe the last three weeks had started to make him question that, but that was no longer the case. Not when the king was standing a foot away from him and demanding Evren to…

He swallowed, unsettled and unsure of how to even begin.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Omega, show me.”

Evren fumbled; keeping the king waiting could get him punished. He fell in a heap, his face smashing against the softness of the mattress as he tried moving both hands at once.

The Alpha King wanted him to touch himself, but Evren didn’t know whether to use his right hand or left hand? Reach back and just shove his fingers in? He’d never taken the liberty of self-pleasure back in StoneRidge.

He couldn’t, not when there was the risk of his scent leaking everywhere or an unexpected heat. He couldn’t risk drawing that kind of attention to him; besides, he didn’t have the luxury of thinking about things like pleasuring himself when he was always hungry, slept in the kitchen storage and always had to worry about not getting his beat.

He had priorities back in StoneRidge, and none of those had to do with sex or pleasure. And now, Evren's heart was pounding with an uneven rhythm because if this was a test, then the king would know Evren was useless, and Evren didn’t want to be useless.

Being useless wasn’t something he could afford, not when it could cost him this comfort he had now and the three meals a day he got without any labour. The least he could do was make himself useful to the king.

“What are you waiting for? Are you refusing your King?"

Evren shook his head frantically… “No, no… I…”

“Speak plainly, omega, are you ashamed?”

He shook his head again. It wasn’t about shame, even though he felt self-conscious and yes, he was ashamed, embarrassed, but that was a price to pay if it meant pleasing the king, if it meant not losing this comfort.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I don’t know how. I’ve never… I don’t know what to do,” he confessed in a weak voice.

The Lycan King’s breath hitched as he processed what the Omega had just told him. That couldn’t be… Lachlan thought to himself.

“You’ve never touched yourself, Omega, is that what you’re saying?”

Evren nodded rapidly.

Lachlan wanted to ask how that was even remotely possible.

“How old are you, Omega?”

“I am twenty years old, Your Majesty.”

“Your name?”

“Evren. Evren Kai Stormborn, Your Majesty.”

Lachlan knew all these were questions he should’ve asked the first time around, but he had barely remembered to breathe through that rut haze.

“Was I your first, Little Bloom?” Lachlan couldn’t help the possessiveness that bled through his voice as he asked that question.

For some odd, selfish reason, he wanted the answer to be yes. And his chest rumbled with a deep growl as Evren nodded to his question.

“Good,” Lachlan growled, a sense of satisfaction spreading through his nerves as he moved from where he was to stand directly behind the omega. “I will teach you,” The Lycan King declared, a sense of depravity settling in his bones as the thought of being able to corrupt Evren.

The Lycan King was depraved and ruthless, but even he didn’t know how much joy it would bring him to know that this omega before him did not know about sex before he was brought to the King.

Lachlan relished the thought, and his cock grew even harder as he imagined all the depraved, perverted things he could teach Evren.

“First, Omega, let’s not have you fumbling and falling on your face again. So I’m going to teach you how best to present to your Alpha King, are you listening?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Evren breathed.

“On your hands and knees again, Omega,” Lachlan commanded, and Evren quickly shifted into position. “Easy, Little Bloom, steady, make sure your knees are firm on the mattress. Are they?” King Lachlan asked as Evren shifted and adjusted his position, the sound of sheets rumpling and the bed creaking filling the room.

“Yes, they are, Your Majesty.”

Lachlan nodded. “Good, now, you’re going to gently lower your front onto the mattress. Can you do that without falling, Omega?”

“I can. I will, Your Majesty.” Evren began lowering his front half.

“Move your hands out of the way, slowly, like that. Only your chest, Omega. Your stomach cannot be flat against the mattress. You want to be perfect for your Alpha, Little Bloom; I know you can be. Good. Your arms flat on the mattress on both sides, chest flat… There, right there, just like that, Omega. You learn so well, don’t you, Little Bloom.” Lachlan praised, and Evren preened, his pale skin heating up and his cheeks tinged with a shade of rosy red as the Lycan King’s praises had his insides feeling queasy.

Nobody has ever praised Evren before, not like this, not since his mother passed away, and Evren wasn’t sure how to take it, given that this praise was coming from the Alpha who owned him and only wanted his body for his own sexual pleasure.

Still, despite himself, it felt good to be praised.

“Now, spread your thighs, Little Bloom.” Evren did as told, and Lachlan groaned behind him. “Wider, Omega.” Evren did.

The Lycan king hummed. “Move your hands, both arms, and I want you to reach behind and spread your cheeks for me. I want to see your hole. Show your King, your peachy pink hole, Omega. I want to see how much slick you’re leaking for your Alpha. Spread your cheeks and show me your perfect hole, Little Bloom.”

Lachlan all but growled the command, palming his cock as Evren responded with a low whimper