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“I misspoke. ‘Gallivanting’ would be more appropriate. The omega he was after abandoned his station and fled to England, from what I heard, where he found employment with one of the English Drakes. Hugh set off without a clue to his whereabouts and his antics near started a war.”
“Oh, dear.”
It was clearer by the second why Kian was being called to England, and it made Perry wonder if Sargon, who’d been absent for the last week with important matters pertaining to the council, was currently abroad as well.
“But what’s done is done, and with him home, there’s no more risk. The omega was recovered and brought back to Aurora, too. Apparently, he’s pregnant with Hugh’s child.”
The news of Finch’s pregnancy warmed Perry, and he smiled. “I thought so.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “An omega thing, you said?”
“Mm.” Perry kissed along Sebastian’s jaw. “Quite.”
“You know too much, Peregrine.” Sebastian turned his head to meet Perry’s lips and kissed him deeply. Beneath him, Perry felt Sebastian’s cock harden. “What am I to do with you?”
“Love me,” Perry urged. “It’s all I ask.”
“Always and forever, in this lifetime and the next.”
Sebastian proved his vow that night one rolling thrust of his hips at a time, and Perry, swept up in the pleasure of it all, knew that Sebastian would always be true to his word.
18
Peregrine
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For three days, Peregrine waited for his heat to return, sure that there had to be some mistake. It was natural for an omega’s heat to wax and wane throughout their cycle, and while his previous heats had only offered brief moments of clarity—long enough to eat or drink or otherwise care for his essential needs—Fenja, from his cloister, routinely broke from her heat for up to a day before succumbing to it again. It stood to reason the same could happen to him.
But wait as he might, his heat never returned.
On the night of the fourth day—the seventh of his heat—Peregrine stood on his toes to peer into his bedchamber’s large looking glass, intending to examine his face. Was he glowing, or was it a trick of the candlelight?
It was impossible to tell.
“Peregrine,” his lord Sebastian beckoned from their bed. “Come.”
Peregrine spared himself one last glance, then broke away from the looking glass to approach the bedside, where Sebastian was lying naked in wait. The dragon was truly a study in anatomy, with his large and perfectly sculpted muscles, broad frame, and staggering height. It seemed impossible that someone as small and dainty as Peregrine would be able to successfully breed with such an impressive individual, but…
Perhaps he had.
Perhaps he really was with egg.
“Come,” Sebastian repeated. He smoothed a hand down his thigh, indicating where Peregrine should sit. Peregrine climbed onto the bed, then atop his dragon. By now he was familiar with Sebastian’s wants and needs and didn’t waste any time before taking the dragon’s cock in hand and lowering himself onto it.
As Peregrine sank onto his lord, Sebastian grunted with pleasure.
“Yes.” Sebastian gripped his hips and held him steady, then began to thrust up into him. Pleasure speared through Peregrine, and with a cry he squirmed and writhed as Sebastian claimed his body.
He was big.
Too big.
But perfect.
It shouldn’t have been possible that a thing like that could fit inside of him, but it was, and Sebastian bred him often to remind him of it.
When the pleasure became too much to bear and Peregrine was reduced to mindlessness, Sebastian rolled them over and screwed him into the mattress until Peregrine came and clenched around his dragon’s cock as if to forbid it from ever leaving. The increased tightness spurred Sebastian on, and he bucked wildly until his knot swelled and locked them both in place.
