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Lucerys may look innocent, the perfect picture of an omega with his mother’s looks and those pretty doe eyes that made you want to fall at his feet.
But Aemond knew better.
Regardless how sweet those plush lips smiled and those cheeks flushed an alluring pink, underneath it all was a demon sent to torment Aemond Targaryen personally.
Even laying dormant, a dragon was still a dragon, and lucerys Velaryon proved just how thick it runs through him the day he slashed his uncle’s eye out those many moons ago.
He proves it again tonight by baiting Aemond into doing something, laughing openly in his face at the roasted pig being placed in front of him and happily eating off the fork that baela presented to him, all while making eye contact with a single lilac eye..
Punish me, alpha. Brown eyes glittered in the candlelight. Remind me who I belong to.
The little demon.
He wanted him to bend over the table and feed him his cock till he cried.
The alpha growled before abruptly standing up and stalking to where Luke was.
Neither paid any mind to the tension and silence that has the other occupants at the table hostage.
They hold their breath as Aemond extends a hand out to the omega. Hunger and desire shining in that single eye.
“Nephew, give me the pleasure of a dance with you?”
Luke with ease finishes his wine before turning in his seat with all the grace a prince of his standing should have.
“The pleasure would be all mine uncle.” Luke purrs before sliding a smaller hand into his.
They take their positions on the floor, bowing slightly before starting, time stood still as they waited for the music to start once more.
Luke playfully raises an eyebrow when they make eye contact.
Aemond's hand finds it’s away to a slight waist while the other grasp’s Luke’s other.
Luke places one hand on his shoulder, dangerously close to his mating gland.
“You've been playing with fire all night, nephew, if you’re not careful you’ll get burned.” Aemond warns, he leans in closer and turns them so their family don’t see the words on his lips.
Lucerys laughs and shifts his hand so it plays with the fine hairs at the base of his neck and lets his smell of lavender and lemon slowly unfurl to cloud aemond senses.
The alpha has to fight not to react.
“The blood of the dragon runs through my veins. Mirrī bāneves doesn’t sȳngagon issa alpha.”
(A little heat doesn’t scare me alpha.)
They were so close, all they had were eyes for each other.
The rest of their family faded to the background.
“ Ao don’t gīmigon skoros ao issi asking issa syt omega, istin nyke emagon ao, konīr would sagon daor tolie else syt either hen īlva.”
( You don’t know what you are asking me for omega. Once I have you, there would be no other for either of us.)
Lucerys snarled.
“Nyke gīmigon skoros nyke jaelagon uncle. Se nyke gīmigon skoros ao jaelagon hae sȳrī. Gūrogon issa, mazverdagon issa aōhon issa zaldrīzes, nyke gīmigon ao issi surely armed nektogon rȳ issa families guard se lua issa forever. Wed issa se breed issa!”
( I know what I want uncle. And I know what you want as well. Take me, make me yours my dragon. I know you are surely armed, cut through my family's guards and keep me forever. Wed me and breed me!)
His brave, reckless boy.
He wants to keep him forever.
One hand creeps up until it grabs a handful of curls and pulls till a creamy but most importantly unmarked neck is on display, his fangs ache with the urge to claim .
Luke bares his neck willingly with a daring smirk on his lips.
“Do it, make me yours.”
Aemond smirks down at the treasure in his arms, he doesn’t see the way Daemon rises with dark sister in his hands, jace only a step in front.
Luke stumbled back with a shocked gasp as his ripped from Aemond’s arms into his brother’s who growled a warning to their uncle.
“ What the fuck do you think your doing?”
Aemond raised his hands mockingly in surrender. The music had stopped as everyone watched with baited breaths.
“ I’m not sure what you mean nephew, we were merely dancing.”
Hazel eyes narrowed and jacerys marched up to the other man until they were face to face, their mothers trying to pull them back before it came to blows.
Lucerys watched it all with the tiniest of smiles,Brown eyes glittering in amusement.
“ You stay the fuck away from Luke, heed my warning or else. “
Aemond leaned in close, eye still focused on lucerys.
“ Or else what? You’ll hurt me little jace? I'd like to see you try.”
Jacerys' lunge was only stopped by Daemon stepping in between them both, his hands roughly pushing them apart.
“ Break it up!” Daemon sneered.
He patted Jace on the shoulder. “Go back to your mother jacerys, let me handle this.”
The brunette hesitated before deferring to their stepfather and making his way to where their mother was fussing over luke.
Daemon turned hardened purple eyes onto his nephew.
“ And you, if I catch you touching my son again, we’ll see how good your swordsmanship is without your arms. Do you hear me?”
Aemond's mouth was a thin line, but he didn’t say anything back, a confirmation if any for daemon who made his way over to his family to press a kiss to brown curls and gathered his family to leave the feast.
Even as his mother and sister fussed over him, he never took his eye off of Luke, who only looked back once to mouth over his shoulder:
Come get me.
Gods show him mercy, Lucerys Velaryon would be the death of him.