Page 20 of The Dragon's Omega

“A carnivorous bird,” I mused, smirking as I flung her dress aside. “You are full of surprises, and I want them all. All the secrets, little shrike.”

Her blush bloomed from her cheeks to her chest. “A lot of alphas I talked to said they hate tattoos on omegas.”

I scoffed as I caressed her delicate ankles, the tops of her feet, hungrily eyeing the slope of her calves to her knees. “Why?”

“They say it’s like someone else marked her before they could.”

“Absurd.” I sat back and snorted, needing a moment to process the stupidity. Then, shaking my head, I bowed to kiss her ankles, a peck for each. “If an alpha is so intimidated by ink, as though it were a bond bite, he isn’t an alpha.”

Honestly, what the fuck was wrong with these modern boys? Where were the alphas who valued strength, tenacity, and fire in their omegas?

Lianna hummed in agreement, then squealed and flinched when I nipped gently at her inner calf. I soothed the promise of a sharper, more binding bite with a rumble, lips to her heated flesh, then trailed an open-mouthed kiss up, up, up.

With her trembling thighs parted, I got a face-full of her slick’s scent, a violent blast of sandalwood and vanilla and violets that made my heart so painfully full. Her inner thighs were coated in her desire. It practically glittered in the torchlight, goddess-touched, utterly divine.

Still, I let it be. Smoothing my hand under her knee, along her outer thigh, grinning as her back arched in response, I quickly hooked a finger under the side of her soaked black panties.

“What say we dispense with these?”

She peered down, gaze hooded, full lips parted, and nodded frantically. I met her enthusiasm with a rough tug, tearing through the material. Lianna jumped, but again, she proved that my strength, my savagery, wasn’t enough to send her running.

A true dragon’s mate.

I shredded the other side with ease, and she lifted her hips to help me remove the offending garment. It soon joined her dress, abandoned, forgotten.

Her core was glorious. Neatly trimmed black hair met full, engorged lips and a swollen clit begging for my attention. An appreciative grumble made her clench, more slick weeping from her center. My vision tunneled. My heart hammered. This omega had no idea how fucking torturous it was not to push up and spear her. Claim her to the hilt. Rut her senseless and knot her so deep that we would be trapped together for days.

A lesser alpha would break at the sight of my Lianna like this, drenched with slick, nipples stiff peaks that rose and fell in a desperate, breathless staccato.

I took my time. She was in a chaotic heat, new and unnerving, one that needed relief before desire warped to pain. We could have a quick, hard fuck and knot any time we wanted. Here, now, she deserved to be tended to, spoiled and pampered and pleasured.

Settled back between her splayed legs, I kissed my way up again, and when I finally reached the shoreline of her slick at her knees, I licked. And groaned. And licked faster, taken with the heady taste of her need. Better than fae wine. Better than elven ciders. Better than the apples in Idunn’s orchard. Her slick was paradise. My fingers sunk into her hips as I yanked her closer, growling, licking, swallowing, enamored with the way more nirvana wept from her core.

Lianna watched me for a time, her lower lip caught between her teeth, then eventually settled back on her elbows and let her head hang. She whined, arching, needy for more than a thorough cleaning of her thighs, but we dragons were a greedy bunch. A whiff of perfection was never enough.

Still, smothered in her slick, beard soaked, nose full, I couldn’t help noticing that she was on the ground—which couldn’t feel good for a nymph that was all soft curves. Cobblestone wasn’t her friend, surely.

I devoured faster, a glutton for my omega’s slick, making my way to the crest of her thighs like a conqueror.

Before I could claim what I really craved, what she needed, I pushed up and loomed over her. An insistent growl had her eyes snapping open, and our gazes collided like this was the first time, the last time.

“Tell me to stop and I will, omega.” Unlike some of my designation, magical or mundane, I rarely barked. If you couldn’t succeed in this world without exerting the most brutish form of alpha dominance, what kind of alpha were you? This, however, I said with a firmness that verged on a command. She needed to know I was serious, that she wasn’t just a sheath for my cock when we inevitably surrendered to the bond. “Even in the height of the storm, say my name, tell me to stop. Tell me you mean it when I ask if you’re sure. I will do as you command.”

Her eyebrows twitched up, a few skeptical blinks suggesting she thought she had heard me wrong. Lianna nodded hurriedly, however, when I gave her a meaningful look and pressed her as only an alpha could.

Consent given, I settled onto my stomach, propped just enough that this fucking hard-on of pure steel didn’t stab into my gut. Guiding her legs over my shoulders, I arranged us like I was about to tuck in for the feast of a lifetime—only to roll at the last second. Lianna shrieked and flailed as I swapped our positions, putting me on my back and her where she belonged: straddling my face.

“Vidar—”

“We’ll move to a bed,” I muttered, gazing at her lovely pussy, then licking away a fresh dribble of slick. “After.”

Her protests vanished when I dragged my tongue over her slit. Sublime. With her legs folded, calves on my shoulders, feet flat on my chest, Lianna let out a strangled mewl as I delved between her swollen lips, and once I was sure she wasn’t going anywhere, I thumbed her clit with my right hand, stroking the bundle of sensitive nerves. My licks were languid, teasing, because all my focus went into the hunt. Her moans were indication enough of what worked and what didn’t, until?—

“Like that.” Lianna keened and bucked against me. “B-back and forth. Side to side. N-no circling—swipe like—oh.”

Fuck. Me. Besotted with the way she demanded what she liked, what she needed, I wholeheartedly obliged. As I slid my thumb across her clit, back and forth, varying the pace to fine-tune my technique, I feasted properly. Breath was scarce, but I could go without if it meant drowning in her slick.

“O-oh, yes.” She shivered, her knees pressing into the sides of my head. “Like that. Like that.”

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