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When I informed Stesha that an Alpha shouldn’t lose his temper so easily over two little Omegas, he ground his teeth together so hard that I thought they were going to shatter in his mouth.
“That doesn’t mean I’ll stand idly by while your beast of a dragon is cruel to her. I know what that feels like.”
“Of course you wouldn’t,” I say softly and stoke Isavelle’s cheek. Then a wicked smile curves my lips. “But what if Esmeral doesn’t need saving from Scourge? What if she’s playing a game with him, one they both like?”
Isavelle gazes in surprise at me, and then at the dragons. “Don’t be silly. The whole flare has been snapping at Esmeral for days and now even Scourge is joining in.”
There’s so much she doesn’t understand about my kind.Ourkind. Doesn’t she sense it yet? Doesn’t she feel what’s happening?
I put both my hands on my mate’s shoulders and turn her to face Scourge and Esmeral. Isavelle gasps slightly at the sensation of my hands touching her bare flesh.
“Esmeral isn’t afraid of Scourge. Esmeral went to Scourge,” I murmur in her ear.
She still seems confused. “For protection?”
“That’s part of what he’ll give her, but it’s not what she craves the most. She wants his attention. She’s hoping he’ll show signs that he’s interested in her.”
“So why is he being so threatening?”
“He’s showing her he’s an Alpha,” I say softly, stroking a finger down her neck. “He’s testing her daring. Her courage. It’s fascinating to him how such a tiny little thing like her is baring her neck to his teeth.”
Isavelle relaxes against me as I speak in a deep, slow voice, and her words are a little breathy as she asks, “Shouldn’t he test one of the bigger, more experienced females?”
“Why would he, when she’s the one he wants?”
My mate is gazing at the dragons, but she flexes her neck to one side, unconsciously inviting the stroke of my fingers. Her eyelashes flutter a little as I run my fingers over her scent gland. I can feel that it’s a little swollen. It will probably start to ache soon and a false heat will begin. Desire and longing shoot through me at the thought, and I feel my knot thicken. Finally, I’ll be able to make Isavelle mine.
“Are you sure he’s not bullying her?” Isavelle whispers.
“It’s bonding behavior. They’re flirting.” I lean down and press my nose to the side of her throat. Her scent is growing richer, and my knot pulses in response. I’m going to be hard nonstop while Isavelle’s in a false heat. I move my hands from her shoulders, wrap them around her waist, and pull her against me. Isavelle’s eyelashes flutter in response to my touch and she covers my hands with her own. Watching our dragons engage in a mating ritual is making us both want each other even more.
“I didn’t know dragons flirted with each other. Are you sure they’re a good match? Esmeral looks so tiny compared to him.”
I glance down at my mate, who barely comes up to my chest. Omegas are always small compared to their Alphas. Alphas worry the same thing, that they’ll bite or scratch or fuck too hard, but Omegas are tougher than they look. When she’s in her true heat, I hope Isavelle will beg me to be rough with her.
“Esmeral may be small, but she’s determined to get what she wants, and it seems she wants Scourge.” The sweet, chirrupy little dragon is destined for my mate, and she’s destined for my dragon as well. It doesn’t always happen this way between mates who are Alpha and Omega, but it’s a wonderful sign that our union will be stronger if our dragons are mated too.
Scourge opens his jaws and clamps them around the back of Esmeral’s neck, and Isavelle inhales sharply as if she can feel his teeth. My dragines ache in my mouth. Isavelle’s tender flesh is so fragrant, and I crave to get my teeth in her. I want it so badly I can barely see straight.
But not yet. I don’t want to push Isavelle too fast, and I don’t have to. Soon she’ll be begging me for everything. I can smell it on her.
Despite how fearsome Scourge is, the little turquoise dragon isn’t afraid of the monster looming over her. She risked being torn to pieces by the larger females for daring to approach the king at the center of the flare, but that wasn’t going to stop her.
She wants him.
Sheneedshim.
Scourge runs his snout up Esmeral’s neck. I do the same to Isavelle, and she moans in response. What Alpha can resist his Omega? Isavelle’s eyes have grown heavy lidded. I wonder if slick is pooling between her thighs. If she’s aching between her thighs. She’s so relaxed in my arms that if I let her go, I think she’d fall down.
Nilak reaches out her long neck and snaps at the smaller dragon, probably irritated that a low-ranked dragon has moved past her and approached the center of the flare.
Scourge spreads his wings, opens his jaw, and roars at the Alpha female. Nilak screws her eyes up, and a moment later turns away and starts aggressively grooming one of the Betas. She seems to be covering up her embarrassment at not being allowed to push an Omega back into line.
When I glance down at Isavelle, there’s a satisfied smile on her lips.
I stroke my fingers through her hair and even more of her heavenly scent is released, and for a moment, I close my eyes and savor her. Scourge keeps his wings unfurled to shelter his mate, settles on the ground, and half closes his eyes. Esmeral stretches her elongated body against his and rests her snout on his foreleg. A moment later she closes her eyes and falls into a doze.
Scourge’s mate trusts him already to let down her guard with him. Envy stabs me through my chest as I gaze at the dragons. If Isavelle had been born in my time, to Maledinni parents and surrounded by Alphas and Betas, would she feel safe enough to embrace her Omega nature?
