He hid his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. Was he shaking? “I want you to fuck me again. I prepped.”
In a flash of clarity, I saw us from the outside. With every kiss, we were sealing our fate. Lothair had been right this morning. Maybe if we put some distance between us now, we could still stop it. Maybe the fresh, fragile bond would fade. One day, after many years, I’d find an omega who’d make me burn like Lothair did.
I rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. Panting, Lothair looked up at me, his violet eyes tender and pleading.
But I didn’t have the slightest intention of rejecting him. Why should I? Just because somewhere in the back of my head sat a preconceived idea about how my life would play out? I hadn’t even been looking. It wasn’t something I’d desired or even thought of. I’d just assumed.
I pressed my lips against his, and Lothair opened hismouth, sucking on my tongue. He spread his legs and bucked. A small whine escaped him.
Kneading his ass cheek, I grazed his hole with my fingertips.
“I want you on your back, taking it like a good boy.”
He grinned, his tongue peeking out.
I didn’t have to think about this at all. Manhandling Lothair into position, smearing his hole with lube, pushing onto his thighs to fold him into a parcel—it all felt so natural, as if I’d done this many times before.
My mate.
I pushed my cock into him.
“Fuck, Terry. God, you own me, baby. Like that.”
Fucking hell.
It was so different from any sex I’d had before. Lothair was big and powerful, and dominating him, pushing into him, made me feel invincible. He was the first alpha I’d been with, and the clench of his body, the scorching heat, and the decadent friction couldn’t compare to the squishy warmth of an omega’s soft hole. I had to work my cock in, push, and fight the resistance. The reward came in the form of the most delicious tightness. His body fuckingmilkedme.
Lothair scrunched up his face, whimpering softly. He let me do this. He gave himself to me completely. His huge, ridged cock lay on his stomach, throbbing, drooling wetness onto his belly button, his round balls drawn up.
He scooped up some of his precum with his fingertip and smeared my lips with it.
I saw red.
Snarling, I began ramming my dick into his body, the lube squelching, our skin slapping together. Lothair grabbed his knees, holding himself folded in half for me,letting me take and take and take… He gave out these high-pitched little yelps.
His thorns burst out of his head and shoulders, and his pupils transformed.
With the dragon’s eyes, he stared up at me.
“We’ll do this every day,” I managed through gritted teeth. “This big bad alpha is my little fuckhole now.”
“Uh-huh. Yours. Aaah. Augh. Terry!”
I wrapped my hand around his erection and massaged the ridges. Lothair went nuclear under me. He started babbling nonsense about getting wet for me and taking my knot. When I saw his cum jet out of his slit and splatter all over his chest, I lost it.
I ground against him, sheathing myself as deep as I could, and came and came. I felt the orgasm in my knot, and for a split second, I imagined it growing inside Lothair.
I collapsed on top of his body, my dick in him to the hilt, and we kissed. He fed me his cum, making me lick it from his fingertips. When I softened and pulled out, he winced.
“You okay?”
He stretched his legs, and the corner of his mouth curved up.
“Sore from a good dicking. It’s lovely. You should try it.”
Laughing, I plopped down next to him and gathered him into my arms. I traced the thorns on his shoulder with my fingers and brushed kisses onto his sweaty forehead.
“You could have been killed today.”
