Page 19 of The Dragon's Omega

Liquid gold coursed my veins. Cramps fading, suddenly there was all the space in the world for heat and desire and want instead. Still, I couldn’t help myself; I snorted right in his face. Perfection. What perfection?

“That was so cheesy.”

“But true.” He smirked and plucked at my lower lip. “I enjoy the sound of your laugh, the sunlight in your smile.” Vidar then took another deep breath, nostrils wide, scenting me deeply. “I have no intention of taming my mate.” His dark gaze drifted down my torso, stopping where the slick was thickest. “A submissive mate has no place beside a dragon.”

I took a shaky breath, eyes burning with tears. Vidar caught the first drop on his thumb before it trickled down my cheek.

“Now,” he rasped, “let me worship you, Lianna.” One hand plummeted to my bodice and tugged, jerking me forward and wrenching a groan from the fabric. “Let me worship as you deserve to be worshipped…”

CHAPTER 7

Vidar

And, oh, how I would worship.

Fiercely. Softly. Possessively.

With wild abandon and gentle focus.

I would worship in all the ways my omega deserved, with reverence and love and awe. With honor. With every bone in my body, every cell in my blood, every drop of magic I possessed. Lianna would never go another day questioning her worth. She would walk this realm—and the others—knowing she was untouchable.

That I would burn cities, raze kingdoms, and scorch the stars if anyone harmed so much as a hair on her precious head.

A head that seemed full of noise. Lianna pursed her lips for a moment, then glanced down in a flutter of frantic blinking. “Vidar?—”

I cut her off, tutting, and guided her bodice lower. “You’re in heat.” My cock ached to sate the need burning inside her, hard as titan bone and jabbing into her at random like I had absolutely no control over its movements. And I didn’t. It wanted her. My pheromones pumped harder when I finally slipped her dress over her bare breasts. A shock, yes, to suddenly see her, but the structure in the material must have kept them supported all this time.

Now, they dropped under their own heft, and I paused to admire them. Perfect. Full and weighty, they were crowned with dark nipples pebbled tight.

“I’ve never had a heat like this before,” Lianna admitted. Her shivers made the delicate flesh tremble for me, and I battled the urge to take one of those exquisite nipples in my mouth. “It’s… intense. It spikes and falls, then it shoots back up and?—”

“A mating heat.” I rumbled appreciatively as I inched her dress lower, taking in her stomach, the delicate swell over her lower abdomen. And then I spotted it.

Ink. Permanent ink, in fact, creeping just above the waistband of her black panties.

“We call it a flash heat.” My omega snapped her arms to her sides, hardly subtle in the way she covered my newest find with her forearms. “It’s for w-when we find our scent match. I’ve… never had it before.”

“I should hope not.” I flashed a crooked grin as I tugged her dress lower, exposing matching tattoos on either side of her hips. The design trailed down to her legs, still hidden beneath all this torn purple fabric. Lianna inhaled sharply, tensing as I nudged her panties up and down for a better look.

Flowers inked in a luscious, rich black. Crisp lines. Excellent shading. She had a whole garden of masterpieces hidden away, wildflowers abound. Head tilted, cock anchored on her hip, I traced a leaf on the opposite side.

“Rose hips.” My grin sharpened. “On your hip. Delightful.”

She rolled her eyes, her smile shy now.

“Sit back, Lianna.”

“Wait—”

“All the way.” I ignored her muted protests, because she needn’t be shy or embarrassed with me. Every freckle, every dimple, every stretchmark—a work of art. Nature was full of what others called flaws. True perfection was manufactured. It had no soul. My hoards were graced with only the most imperfect treasures, and I cherished the dips and rolls of her body, her curves, her marks. They were what made her perfect in my eyes.

With a steady hand, I gently guided my omega by the waist until she was back on her ass, then eased the dark satiny fabric down her legs. It was already ruined, so I wasn’t careful with it like I was with her, suddenly desperate to explore the rest of her ink.

A serpent wove around her thigh, its fanged mouth open to her hipbone, its tail trailing off at the side of her left knee. A snake in the garden, then, shrouded with dark florals and starlight, a crescent moon and?—

“Is that…?” I looked closer, purposefully ignoring the thick, glistening feast smeared on her inner thighs—if only to put her at ease. Let her know I wasn’t more rut than brain, more cock than heart. “Is that a shrike?”

Lianna nodded slowly, and my grin turned feral. I wrenched her dress all the way down her legs, snared by the bird dominating her outer right thigh. While I said nothing, my delighted dragon’s roar rippled around the caverns and made the torches dance, magic almost as thick as our mingling scents.

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