Rick couldn't wait any longer. As soon as he heard the words leave Morty's mouth he lost all control. He pushed the boy back on the bed and crushed their lips together. He tasted so damn good, but he smelled even better. Rick mouthed his way down Morty's jaw. Morty instinctively tilted his head to give the alpha more access and he whimpered loudly when the man's nose brushed against the sensitive skin there. The omegas scent was intoxicating. He smelled like lemon and rosemary and fresh baked bread and it was almost too good. Rick growled under his breath and then pressed his lips to the boys. He mewled softly and kissed Rick back, tentatively wrapping his arms around the man's neck and pulling him closer. Rick loved it. The void that had consumed his life for years was being filled in the process of one night.
His wolf was nearly purring in pleasure and for once he was able to give it what it wanted. He wanted nothing more than to take Morty and knot him in that moment but he couldn't. In order for their bond to be complete, he would need to knot him during his heat as well as leave a bonding mark. Morty whimpered when he pulled away and looked into his eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly. Rick wanted to growl in frustration.
"I can't make you mine yet…" he answered softly and Morty's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't even thought about the fact that they were going to be mated. The idea excited him more than anything and he felt a bit of slick leak down his thighs. Rick immediately scented the air and then growled before diving back down to kiss him once again. He wanted to tear all the clothing off the boy and mark him over and over again. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Rick closed his eyes tightly before slowly pulling away from Morty. He sat up and looked towards the door. Morty was to star struck to react at first but slowly he sat up and fixed his disheveled hair. "What is it?" Rick called with a light growl.
The door creaked open and his squire stepped in, bowing respectfully. "My lord..." Rick glared at him and growled out, "What do they want?" Morty quirked an eyebrow at him. They? As if Rick was reading his mind, he turned to him and explained, "My advisive council." Oh. Morty nodded and looked away shamefully. If he didn't even know that the king had an advisive council then how would he be able to rule with him someday. His squire cleared his throat and began to speak once again. "They are very pleased that you have found your mate but as the law dictates, you are not to be alone with him until his first heat." He said shakily, not meeting Rick's eyes. Rick growled and stood making his way toward the squire.
The man began to tremble. "I-I'm sorry my lord-." He began but suddenly, Morty stood and made his way over to Rick. He stepped up behind him and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. The wolf inside him instantly quieted. Morty looked up into his blue eyes and smiled gently. "It's okay alpha. He is just doing what is expected of him." He whispered calmly and part of Rick wanted to fight but he found it slowly losing out to the look in the boy's eyes. Morty stood up on his tippy toes and pressed a gentle kiss to the man's lips. Rick's eyes fluttered shut and he drank every bit of it up like a man in a desert finding water.
Morty slowly pulled away and looked over at the squire who had been starring in shock. The man quickly regained his demeanor and cleared his throat. "Please come with me my lord." He said and Morty realized he was talking to him this time. He nodded deftly and gave Rick one last look before following the small man out.
The wolf inside Rick was screaming at him to follow his mate but he knew it would only lead to trouble so he turned away from the door and paced back to his bed.
Morty followed the small man as they walked through the castle. The halls were dimly lit and Morty had to guess that it was late into the night. Now that he was away from his alpha, he was able to think more clearly and his concern for his family grew. They finally came to a stop in front of a large set of double doors. "Your quarters, my lord." He said with a bow and swung the door open to reveal a lavish room. The walls were painted a soft lavender color. A giant queen-sized bed sat to the side of the room and Morty noted that it looked a lot like the kings. A small vanity was set up in the corner and a door to the left revealed a small washroom with a bear claw tub and a marble sink to wash up in. "Oh dear, this is far to extravagant for me sir." Morty said and turned to the squire. The man looked like he was tempted to laugh. "Of course, not my lord. You are the Kings mate." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Please make yourself at home. Your hand maids will be up in a minute to help you dress." He said and Morty shook his head. "I can dress myself sir. Thank you. I-I would like to know what has become of my family?" he asked. They had been on his mind nonstop since he left Rick's side. "Oh, don't worry. They have been alerted of your location and were escorted back to their village." He explained and the stress of his concern for them slowly melted away.
"Thank you, sir." He said and the man looked slightly shocked. He blushed and bowed respectfully before turning away and closing the door behind him. For the first time in his life, Morty was alone. It felt strange. His body was still exhausted from the week he had spent preparing for the ball and he collapsed back onto his bed, not bothering to undress. As he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling he was overcome with a stifling sense of loneliness. He turned and hugged a pillow to his chest breathing it in. It was stupid to think it may smell like Rick but he wanted it to. He reached out through his bond and brushed up against his mate's mind, seeking some comfort. He was elated when he felt Rick reach back to caress him. With the feeling of Rick's presence curled around his own, he slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.
