Cursed Bond: Claimed By The Monstrous Alpha Prince [BL]
Chapter 30: Helping Out

Chapter 30: 30: Helping Out

Sloan

I remained in the same position in the room, having no idea of what I was actually gonna do next. I wasn’t going to fuck him, that was completely out of the question. I ignored the way my beast instantly got displeased at that, he was such a goner over Lilac and wished we could fuck lilac tonight so he could finally get a taste of the boy. But, we weren’t doing any of that tonight.

Tonight is only to help lilac get relief so he’d stop feeling pain and won’t end up hurting himself. That was it.

As I approached the bed, I had to admit to myself that I cared about this boy. Probably more than was logical. I don’t know a freaking thing about him aside from the fact that my beast didn’t tear him into pieces that night he was thrown into my cage, and then his name. That was all that I knew about him. Yet, this pressing urge to protect him, to make him feel better and to stop him from feeling hurt, was so thick and intense within me that it made my chest pound harder as I climbed into the bed.

The boy was still writhing around. His eyes were still closed, but it was like he could sense that I was close without seeing me, because he instantly gravitated into my direction, arching off the bed and tugging at his clothes.

"Hurts." He whimpered as he trembled and something squeezed at the middle of my chest, filling me up with the urge to help him, to make everything better for him.

Gods, I was so fucked.

When I reached for him this time, he let out a small sound while pushing into my touch like it brought him a little relief. I massaged his cheek and brushed his soft hair out of his face, feeling winded all over a sudden as I took in the sheer beauty of his face.

He was so fucking pretty.

He let out another whimper, which reminded me of the task at hand: to bring him relief.

I ignored his shirt because I was already going crazy as it is. I didn’t need to see his bare chest and all that expanse of skin. However, I knew I had to take off his pants, and I really wished I wouldn’t have to because he’s currently incoherent. _{free\we\bnov(e)(l).com}

Everyone might believe that I was a monster, but if someone wasn’t willing and literally begging for me to fuck them, I completely refrained from laying a finger on them.

However, in this situation, there was no other choice. I’d have to undress him, but that was all I’d be doing. I wasn’t gonna be touching him. To help him out, I’ve decided that I’d help him help himself— if that made any sense.

I tugged his pants and underwear off, and at once, the smell of slick grew ten folds at once, temporarily rendering me breathless. I panted through my mouth because breathing in the scent of slick was starting to mess with my head too much. I’ve never smelt anything like it before, it was so heady and so distracting.

He was hard. I already expected that since he was clearly aroused, but that still managed to make my brain short circuit.

His cock was as pretty and delicate as the rest of him.

I reminded myself admiring him was the last thing I should be doing right now as I gently spread his trembling legs.

Fuck.

What a sight.

His hole was so... pretty, and so wet.

He was really leaking slick, drip after drip, the clear liquid sliding down his legs and over my sheets as he trembled and whimpered, arching off the bed and whispering a breathless plea.

"Hurts." He cried out softly again and I reached up to press down on his lower stomach because I had a feeling that would bring him a little relief. His lashes fluttered and he let out a moan that cracked around the edges as he leaked out more slick while his spread out legs weakly trembled. I didn’t even know if that brought him relief or worsened things for him.

I let my eyes move over every inch of his body.

Would I be able to help him out tonight? Or should I have accepted the doctor’s suggestion to send someone up who’d come fuck him to bring him relief? But I knew if I had agreed, I’d end up murdering the person tonight.

I reached for the boy’s trembling hand and tugged it between his legs, dragging it over his pretty cock. At once, he whimpered and trembled, his pretty cock leaking precum almost immediately.

This should help bring him relief, right? Without me having to directly touch him.

I pressed his small hand harder on his cock, rubbing it up and down the slender length and a moan bubbled past his slackened lips as he trembled beneath me, liquid pooling at the tip of his cock even more.

I let out a ragged breath and had to close my eyes for a moment. This was affecting me more than I expected. Hunger was at the back of my mind, right behind my worry for him. The hunger was so strong, the urge to claim, to bite, to hold down and taste, to lick and suck...

I literally want to eat him up... and eat him out.

Fucking hell.

I needed to get this over with fast, then I’d take a cold shower. After he gets an orgasm, he should be fine, right? Since that counts as relief.

I increased the movements of his hand, dragging it up and down, without stopping this time so I could build up his orgasm and bring him relief. Choked whimpers and whines kept falling past his lips as he trembled and shuddered as I worked his own hand over his leaking pretty cock.

When he finally came, it was such a delicious sight, and I wanted to lick everything up, but I had to remind myself to have some self control.

As he panted in the bed, I let out a relieved sigh. That was finally over.

However, as I was about to climb off the bed, a small hand grabbed my wrist, rooting me in place. When I glanced back at Lilac, he looked even more aroused than he previously was. His eyes were a little open this time, his eyes hazy as he uttered a single word.

"E- empty..."