“You want me out of this little ole thing?” he asked, his lips red and puffy from how hard we kissed.
“Yeah,” I nodded, feeling more and more like an idiot with each word that didn’t come out of my mouth.
“Get down on your knees and take it off with your teeth,” he said, stepping back and pointing to the floor.
My sire would’ve died to see me drop to my knees there on the carpet in my good clothes tailored just for the day. I savored how much he’d hate it and crawled the few inches that separated me from my mate. I tried to kiss his belly, but he pushed my head away.
“Take them off with your teeth,” he said again.
Was this his kink? Was this a test? Was this merely Medwin’s way of keeping the upper hand? It didn’t matter. I wanted him out of the thong and under me and would do whatever he asked. Hell, he could have Roster’s head on a shinyplatter if that’s what he really wanted before I claimed him as mine.
My dragon roared inside his inner sanctum. He wanted more. He wanted to reach out to the dragon that dwelled within our mate, but he couldn’t do that until we exchanged the claiming vows. How long would we have to wait? I shook away the doubt and took the left side of Medwin’s shiny blue thong in my teeth and edged it down his thigh. Then repeated the same thing on the other side. I tugged and pulled until it fell down over his knees and calves and hit the floor. Then I glanced up at him hopefully. His eyes were full of hunger and need – both of which I was willing to do something about, if he’d only let me.
“Never trust an alpha who won’t suck a dick,” Medwin said. “That’s the advice all the omega magazines are giving us. Do you think that’s good advice, alpha? Do you think that’s what divides the pigs from the real alphas?”
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure there was a correct answer. Instead, I leaned forward and nuzzled his hard, throbbing cock. A few specks of glitter still clung to it from his thong. Nuzzling him, I scent marked him as mine. I’d wait for the claiming vows. I’d earn them. I didn’t even mind. Maybe I didn’t deserve Medwin yet. I’d been so bloody blind until today. I didn’t mind waiting, but I’d never allow anyone else to touch him again. I’d fucking kill them.
Medwin’s long-nailed fingers danced through my hair, teasing and scratching my scalp as I rubbed my cheek against his hard cock. His fingers trailed down my face, taking hold of it, as he gazed down into my eyes. His hips arched forward and I opened my mouth and licked a drop of precum off his tip. A shudder passed through the beautiful man, clinging to my face,and something inside me was at peace. Something that had always been angry and ready to fight. Something always seeking a good time and an adrenaline rush shut up for the first bloody time in my life. He was my peace of mind, and I would do anything to spend the rest of my days by his side. Maybe he was a sign from my ancestors after all. Maybe Frost and Juda themselves sent him to me tonight.
Once he knew I understood the assignment, his fingers trailed back up to my hair and played with it again. Inside my pants, my dick throbbed, but it could wait because if Medwin wanted head, that’s what he’d get. He’d get whatever he wanted no matter how hard I had to fight for it.
*** Notes from Medwin: There are a lot of stories that have gone around about how Clarence and I met. Some of them we spread around ourselves but the one that is most commonly and truthfully told was our public meeting. That story will come in later chapters. We’ve had years to tell all the tales we wanted because no one really knew the truth and even those who were there never really knew everything that happened. Coming clean isn’t easy and I feel my reputation as protective carrier who enjoys hosting family events is at jeopardy, depending on how much of this you’ve read. Not that omegas can’t be sexually empowered assassins and host family get-togethers but a man wants some privacy at this stage of his life.
Chapter 2
Medwin Smokescale
Moonscale London Under the Reign of Roster and Ferrick Moonscale
The future leader of the biggest Earthside dragon flight was licking the head of my dick and sucking off the precum that had formed there since he took off my thong with his teeth. If that wasn’t power, I didn’t know what was. Inside his inner sanctum, my dragon let out a long mechanical-sounding purr, and I let some of the tension out of my shoulders. If Clarence was going to try any funny business, surely, he’d have tried it by now.
As soon as his scent hit my nose, down on the busy street, I shut all my links tight. Sure, those in my little friend group knew I was taking Clarence Moonscale home with me, but they didn’t know why. They didn’t need to know until everything was set into motion. They probably thought I planned to kill him and that was just as well. Things were complicated before. Assassinating the leader of a dragon flight for taking from the bodies of his own dragons was complicated enough. We planned to off the whole lot and let the dice fall where they would because if a society fell down when you killed off a rapist maybe the society didn’t deserve to exist. Now, it didn’t have to fall. Clarence didn’t smell like Roster and his cronies. There was a scent that clung to their scales and skin after they molested somebody. It was as if they warned away omegas or maybe our nose just picked up some secret clues. Maybe I could take thisnaïve dragon licking up and down my shaft like a starving man and turn him into a leader worthy of the Moonscale Dragon Flight. Maybe that was our chosen mission this time around. Hell, maybe it was assigned to us. No one knew how things worked in between lifetimes.
I already loved Clarence Moonscale for better or worse. Everything inside me called out for more and more of him but there was a limit to how much I could give him tonight for both of our safeties. I’d have to be the strong one. I’d have to draw the lines and defend them. Our lives and the lives of our future children depended on it. The whole flight depended on what we did together and the timing of how everything unfolded. I wouldn’t let them down. I wouldn’t allow Clarence to falter either. He was more than an heir now. He was my true-mate, and I’d hold him to the same level of honor I held myself to. If you lead without honor, you lead everyone straight to the Pit and when I finally faced Frost and Juda and all the ancestors – I didn’t need pomp and ceremony, but I didn’t want to see disappointment in their eyes. When I remembered the whole of who I was I didn’t want to curse the name I bore in this lifetime. If we let ourselves down, how will we sleep with ourselves when all we are now turns to dust and we have only our own soul for company?
Slowly my thoughts faded away. I hated letting my guard down. Usually, I never did. Not during hookups. Not while I was alone. To let your guard down was to perish from stupidity. Only, I trusted Clarence. I trusted him at the very least to fight by my side if we were attacked while he was on his knees, sucking me deeper and deeper into his throat. Frost above me! This man could suck a dick! I prayed to all my horny ancestors that every magazine was right and an alpha who could suck a dick was a worthy mate.
I thrust my hips slowly, rubbing over his nimble, giving tongue, and met his gaze. He had beautiful deep eyes that I could’ve fallen into over and over again. His big hands had rubbed up and down my thighs before traveling over my hips to grip my ass. I couldn’t be mad. A few minutes ago, I’d told him I wanted his face buried between my cheeks. His hands were warm and softer than I expected. I rested mine on the back of his neck and let go of the last of my guard as everything inside me shuddered. My dick trembled against his tongue, and I tossed my head back. I swallowed down the draconic roar that threatened to tear from my throat. Sure, the walls were supposed to be soundproofed but the world didn’t need to know their future leader was on his knees servicing his mate. Some things were no one’s business. Head was one of those things. If it’s not your genitals and you’re not the one sucking on someone else’s, it really was an occasion to mind your own Frost-damned business.
I thrust faster into Clarence’s warm, welcoming mouth. This dragon was mine. My guy. My alpha. Mine. Clarence Moonscale was mine and I’d see him overthrow his parents and lead these dragons into a destiny none of them ever imagined. Then he’d come home to me every night. We’d make love, build nests, and have tons of hatchlings running around when the time was right.
“Mine. Mine! Mine! MINE!”my dragon purred over and over again into my thoughts as Clarence sucked the pleasure out of me. With a mighty tremble, my warm, sticky pleasure spilled all over his eager tongue and he drank it down. Clarence Moonscale was mine.
***Notes from Clarence: Had I known exactly who his friends were that night the yearning of the next few years might’ve been avoided all together. I had a lotmore to say here but Medwin insists that we do this in a linear fashion. So, if you’re on tenterhooks about who he was aligned with, don’t blame me.
***Notes from Medwin: My friends were not important to what happened in the apartment that night. They were busy with other things and everyone reading this will find out what that was soon. We’re lucky they agreed to be mentioned at all. They too want Ferrick Moonscale’s reign to end for good and forever.
Chapter 3
Clarence Moonscale
Moonscale London Under the Reign of Roster and Ferrick Moonscale
Without saying a word, Medwin led me to his bedroom. The lights came on as soon as he opened the door, revealing a tidy bedroom with a big bed. The headboard towered over the mattress, filled with snacks, drinks, and books as if he spent a lot of time in here. I imagined him spread out naked on the bed, sipping a wine cooler and reading old poetry. In my vision, his hand pumped over his thick cock, seeking out his pleasure as the words washed over his soul.
Turning to me, Medwin unbuttoned my shirt. He took his time as if he feared messing up the ceremonial garb.
“He didn’t think about that when he had us on our knees, did he?”my dragon chuckled into my thoughts.
