He looked down at me, a peacefulness to his face that I rarely saw. One thing about Ivan I always admired was his controlwhen it came to me. He could go rogue in any other setting, but he always handled me with care. Even in his rut. It was… impressive. It made me want him, love him even more.
I placed a hand to his cheek, the skin cold and smooth, and he moved his head to kiss my palm. When he looked back at me, his eyes were glowing even brighter, like stars, ensnaring me. “I’m sorry love, but I’m going to wreck you now.”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to laugh, but all it did was make me wet, and I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I needed him now.
His nostrils flared, scenting me, and I felt his hardness twitch against my hip. He kissed me then, his cool lips pressing into mine, forcing them open with his tongue, and I eagerly accepted it. I gave him my breath as I tasted him, inhaled him. Taking all I could snatch from him.
He pulled back inches from my mouth, and I stifled a pout. “Wrap your legs around me,” he stated, a bass to his voice that almost made my body spasm.
I did what he ordered without thinking, my body seemingly moving as if it were being pulled by invisible strings. I felt the hardness of him, slick from his own precum, against my stomach, and everything in me wanted to sink down on him. “Did you just use your alpha voice on me?”
An alpha command could control an omega and, if used ethically, could be a source to soothe us and help us, much like the alpha purr. For more sinister purposes, it could be used to take advantage of us. I had no concern of that with Ivan, and I was getting more turned on by his dominance in the moment.
He considered me, a mild concern wrinkling his brow. “Is that okay?”
I nodded. “Do it again.”
He grinned. “Hold tight to me.” He tightened his hold on my lower back and then reclined so that we were horizontal. He then gripped my hips. “Ride me, Sunshine.”
Once again, my body moved on its own, and I grabbed the length of him. Pressing a steady hand on his chest, I lifted my hips so that I hovered over the tip of his ridged cock and sunk down on him. I pressed my lips together as I felt him, thick, inside me, the ridges a nonstop brushing of nerves. He fluttered his eyes closed, his mouth parting slightly, releasing a slow curse as I began to rock on top of him. I’d never seen him look so exposed in his hybrid form. He could hurt me with his teeth and his nails and his ice, and yet he handled me with care. He was so beautiful in that moment that he took my breath away. I was overwhelmed in every sense by him. The sight of him, his scent, his taste, his touch.
I paused and pulled the straps of my night gown, pushing it to my waist before grinding on top of him again. The feel of his knot brushing against my clit, curled my toes with the climbing release. I moved faster, tossing my head back. A slickness wiped against the tips of my breasts, and I cried out at the feel of his tongue on me, igniting me.
“You’re so wet. Fuck. I love it. Come for me, omega,” he demanded, his voice tight.
That was all I needed, and I flooded for him. My body shaking so hard from the climax, I worried I would tip over and fall. The worry was only minor, he had me. His grip was possessive and a tinge painful from the pressure, but I liked it. And then he came, thrusting his hips up rapidly and forcing his knot into me. I screamed at the sudden invasion but not from pain. The fullness excited me, brushing against already sensitive nerves, and I met his orgasm as he released his heat inside of me. His wings outstretched fully, rigid. He sang a string of curse words in a barely audible tone, his back arched, narrow pupiled eyes staring up at the sky, unfocused. I watched, through my own enamored gaze, as he floated beneath me in the throes of his release.
I continued to move slowly down the length of him, meeting his own unhurried grinds, my gaze rising to the clear, blue sky, barely noticing the blur of birds and clouds above me. I didn’t care that we were in the air, naked, having sex. We were barely covered by trees. To anyone who passed by and looked up to see us, well they were welcome to the free show. Nothing else mattered in the moment to me but us and our connection, for as long as we had it.
“Look at me, Lisa,” he demanded.
I lowered my eyes to lock gazes with him. The intensity of those bight eyes grabbed my heart and squeezed. There was no denying the love there. The pure desire just for me. He wouldn’t forget me. He couldn’t. This connection was too strong. Our reconnection meant something. I had to believe it was more powerful than our enemies. Tears flooded my eyes, and I held in a sob, overcome with emotions.
He gave me a gentle smile. “Beautiful.”
Then the tears won the battle, sliding down my cheeks as I fully let go. Our bodies crashed together, sharing another explosive moment.
I fell into his hard, cool, chest, willing my racing heart to slow. I wanted more of him, and I could feel he did too. His rut was far from over. He ran a comforting hand up and down my back, kissing the top of my head. “I’m not done with you, love.”
I chuckled, wiping at my tears. “Good, keep it that way.”
After his knot deflated, he lowered us to the ground. He then gently put me down before grabbing me by the nape of my neck and laying another air-depleting kiss on my lips. “I fucking love you.”
Before I could respond, he then took a step back and pushed my night gown down so that I stood fully naked. He gazed at me through heavy-lidded dragon eyes and gripped himself, slowly stroking his slippery cock. He looked so different than what Iwas used to seeing in that hybrid form. The blue shimmering scaly skin, tail, and horns. He was not him but also him. It was both confusing and alluring. Slick dripped from my already-soaked center and down my inner thighs as I waited for his next command.
“Turn around,” he stated in his alpha voice.
I stepped out of the nightgown at my ankles, turned, and faced the base of the tree I was perched in earlier.
“Place your hands on the tree.”
Obeying him once again, I waited patiently. And then I felt him enter me. My fingers curled into the tree bark, steadying myself as he pushed into me, my legs shaking at the impact.
“Good girl. I love the way you feel,” he said before slipping his hand between my thighs and finding my clit. His voice was primal, and excitement grew in the pit of my stomach for all that he would give.
He used my slick to rub against my sensitive numb. Fire burned inside me, building for another climax. “How are your legs doing?”
I bared my teeth. “I’m not gentle, Ivy. You promised to wreck me.”
