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He looks at me through his lashes with burning eyes. “Don’t worry, Omega. Alpha’s strong enough to fuck his knot into you. I told you I won’t be gentle when the time comes, and you won’t want me to, either. Dragons’ blood, the things you were saying to me just now.It hurts but I like it. I thought Omegas only felt that way during their first heat.”
I smile and stroke my fingers over his muscular stomach. “I started off being a very poor Omega, but I want to be the very best Omega for you from now on.”
He leans down and kisses me. “You’re always the best Omega. I should take you to my bed. Or I could stay right here and give you a moment’s rest and then fuck another inch of my cock and even more cum into you.” Zabriel’s eyes gleam wickedly.
We’re both covered in dust and my slick and his seed. Everything feels deliciously messy, and it’s wonderful.
The shadows around Zabriel are growing brighter. Crackling fills the air.
Zabriel seizes the backs of my thighs and presses them up against my chest. I cry out in pleasure at this new angle. The heaviness of him as he rests his weight on his hands is forcing my thighs wider. His cock deeper.
As soon as he thrusts again, his breathing picks up. His eyes are locked on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of me. My slick and his cum gout up around his shaft and trickle over my ass. There’s so much it forms a warm, wet flood.
With a determined expression and his fingertips bruising the backs of my thighs, Zabriel mutters, “That’s my good Omega. Alpha is going to fuck himself a little deeper…”
There’s an ominous crack, but Zabriel doesn’t notice.
I glance up at the ceiling. While we’ve been lost in each other, the fire has spread and it’s rapidly engulfing the building.
I gasp and clutch his shoulders. “Zabriel, the fire.”
“It won’t hurt you. I told you, I am the—”
There’s another crack, louder this time. The roof splits open and a river of sparks cascades toward us. Panic shoots through me and I scream.
Zabriel throws himself over me, curling me into a ball beneath his chest and wrapping his arms around my head to protect me from the falling embers. I can’t see what’s happening, but I hear Zabriel gasp as something thuds against his back. The scent of burning and my Alpha in pain fills my nose. I can’t do anything or see anything. I’m helpless as I cower beneath his broad chest.
Zabriel might be the fire, but he’s not invincible.
With a roar, Zabriel scoops me into his arms and, still curled protectively around me, leaps to his feet and runs. I can’t breathe. Smoke and panic sting my eyes.
We burst from the burning building into the night air and I drag deep, panicked breaths into my lungs. “Are you all right?”
“Scourge is coming,” is all Zabriel says, still running in the darkness. Still carrying me despite his injuries.
He leaps off the precipice and into the abyss.
I open my mouth to scream.
There’s a rushing sound and a jolt, and I realize we’ve landed on Scourge’s back and the dragon is racing toward the ground. Scourge lands in a canyon between the sheer walls of the bluff, and I can just make out Zabriel in the moonlight as he painfully carries me to the ground. Scourge makes a panicked grunting sound.
When we’re standing next to Scourge, Zabriel hunts my naked body for burns before pulling my dress over my head. He must have scooped it up off the ground along with me. “Did any spark catch you? I’m so sorry,sha’len. I shouldn’t have let that happen. You’re afraid of fire.”
I was afraid of fire. In the arms of the Flame King, I’m not afraid of anything except losing him. I reach up and touch his face. “Don’t worry about me. Let me see if you’re hurt.”
I step behind him and see that there are blisters covering his back. Angry red blisters. Even more alarming, there are charred black blisters. His flesh seems burned down to the bone, and my eyes fill with panicked tears. I’ve seen a child die after tripping into a basin of scalding water. Zabriel is much stronger than a child, but these are the kind of burns that can kill a grown man. He could go into shock at any moment.
“Zabriel, don’t move, you’re hurt.”
“I’m fine,” he insists, turning to face me, and the movement makes him wince. The pain is so bad that his eyelashes flutter and he has to press his hand against Scourge to steady himself.
Then he falls to his knees and sways.
I give a cry of shock and peer around in the darkness. Where even are we? “Don’t move. I’ll get help. TheHratha’lenwill know how to help you.”
“There’s no need,” Zabriel gasps. Despite his assurances, his face contorts in pain and sweat covers his brow. “You shouldn’t be alone in the dark. Wait—”
“Stay here. Don’t move.”
