Page 23 of The Dragon's Omega

I chased. I wanted more. My tongue darted into his mouth, flicking at his. Next came a calculated retreat, followed by the snap of my teeth at his lip that had us both grinning, mine bold and teasing, his crooked and wild.

Hot hands explored my body, their touch firm, possessive, and I reciprocated in kind, mapping the peaks and valleys of his masculinity in a trembling conquest. Even though he had been nose-deep in my pussy more than once already, this was more intimate, more exposing somehow.

I might have started this, but Vidar took the lead in steering us onward. His passion eased from my lips to my jaw, my ear, my throat. As he scent-marked my neck, nuzzling, kissing, making sure any alpha would know I was his, I rubbed both hands between my thighs. As fire flamed in my cheeks, I covered my hands in slick, the best natural lube on the market, and went for his cock.

It had been very present through all five of my orgasms, but Vidar had never pushed it on me. He never steered my head down or forced me to grab and pump. He had been all about me, but I actually enjoyed pleasuring my sexual partners. His gruff groan when I took his shaft in both slick-covered hands sent a thrill crackling through me—and I wanted more.

“I feel like I’ve been monopolizing the pleasure here?—”

“You think—” Vidar growled, shuddering as I stroked him from head to base, to the start of a blooming knot, and then back again. If it was possible, his cock swelled more at the attention, and he stiffly retreated, abandoning my throat to loom over me. “You think I take no pleasure in you?”

With an innocent flutter of my lashes, I pinned my lower lip between my teeth and continued stroking him. He broke the charade, however, when he grabbed my chin, capturing my face in his palm and squeezing. I flinched, rhythm below ruined, and tumbled deep into his dark, intense gaze.

“Feasting on you, devouring your moans and squeals and cries, savoring every gush of desire,” Vidar whispered heatedly, our noses nudging and my lips buzzing as he closed in, “is not a selfless act, I promise.” His grip on my jaw loosened, and he plucked my lower lip from between my teeth with his thumb. “It’s really rather greedy on my behalf, sating my wants.”

A shiver cut down my spine, and I gulped, pressing into his palm as I pushed closer. “Then let me be greedy too.”

Before he could stop me, I slid off the mattress to my knees. Me and that massive cock, we briefly saw eye to eye until I patted the bed. The first time, Vidar didn’t move, still as stone as I settled between his legs. It took me pointing to where I wanted him and insistently clearing my throat to finally break the alpha, and even then, he moved slow as molasses. Once that perfect ass touched down, I crawled between his knees and nudged them wider, desperate to feel small and safe again, protected under his wing.

Or, more like, under that dick. Seriously, cities could use this thing as a sun dial. It was thick and swollen, with a velvety head flushed crimson from the strain. He wasn’t at a full knot yet—not that I had ever seen one in person, only in omega-centric erotic cinema—but my mouth watered and my core clenched pleasantly at the sight of one blooming.

All for me.

Honestly, he was a god for lasting this long.

And I rewarded him by throwing my all into what I hoped felt like a reward. Hands and mouth wasn’t something I trotted out for many guys, but Vidar deserved that and more. I stroked him with both hands, smearing my slick around, all the way down to his balls. The head of his cock was just as smooth and supple as it looked, and he snarled when I slipped it between my lips. The first swirl of my tongue had his hips jerking. The next made him buck, driving deeper into my mouth.

When I was the star of the show, it was all moans and whines, cries and keens. Vidar, however, was primal. He was pure alpha in the way he growled and hissed, how he throttled the blanket, twisted it so it groaned and tore.

“Fuck, Lianna.” My name whispered from the shadows, deep and gruff, an eerie echo that layered his voice and his dragon roar. Goosebumps broke out all over in response, and I worked harder, pumping him, bathing that velvety head with my tongue.

I never fooled around with alphas for fun. I had never felt inclined to before Vidar.

But there was a strange power in controlling him, snaring him in my thrall—on my knees, vulnerable, forever at his mercy no matter how pretty his words.

It was thrilling. Empowering. It wasn’t dominance. It wasn’t even real control, I guess.

It was… trust.

Trust that I had given him before with my body, my heart, my needs—returned in kind.

And, apparently, trust made me slick. A lot. I moaned at the sound of Vidar breathing me in, devouring the fragrant plume suddenly dominating the space. Just as I got a few thick inches of him in my mouth, however, he snaked an arm around me and dragged me off the ground. Threw me on the bed. Snarled as he twisted around and prowled after me.

I landed on my side, bouncing a little, and stayed there, a little horny deer in the headlights of a ravenous dragon. As he approached, I angled my hips ever so slightly, offering my alpha a sumptuous view that made him curse and growl under his breath. He dragged his nose along my calf, up my outer thigh, over my hip, all the while rasping sweet nothings in a language that I didn’t understand but resonated in my marrow.

A gasp tore from my lips when he nudged that thick head into my pussy from behind. My vision tunneled, everything dark and desperate as I wriggled onto my belly, arched my lower back, and pried my slick-stained legs apart. Vidar braced above me, a hand on either side, easing in an inch at a time. Every bit of ground gained was met with a rasp or a hiss, his harsh, choked groans only making me dance around the intrusion, my inner walls all aquiver like the butterflies in my stomach. Another gush of slick seasoned the air, though his girth kept most of it inside now, and next came a wave of such visceral want that wildfire burned across my whole body.

Whining, I fisted the blanket and buried my face in it, muffling a scream-squeal when he finally sheathed himself to the hilt.

Fuck. So—full. Never been so full in my whole life. Dildos and dilators were just sad imitations of the real thing, and I’d never go back. I needed him now. I needed a hot, heavy alpha body bearing down on me, his pheromones wrapping us tight in a cocoon of amber, cypress, and bonfire smoke. My perfume, my slick, had gotten us this far, and now it was like the alpha face of our shared coin was telling me, “Let go. I’ve got it from here.”

His presence intensified as Vidar lowered onto his forearms, precariously balanced so his heft didn’t crush me—even if a twisted, needy part of my omega soul wanted to be smothered. He pumped slow and steady at first, dragging his cock out to the last inch, then working it back in. My slick all but sucked him home, my walls stretching, the pulse in my clit sharper, hungrier, every time his knot nudged my ass.

I had gotten so used to this rhythm, to the blissful surrender of his size, his body, that when he snapped his hips, my eyes rolled back and I cried out in surprise—in delight.

“Tell me to slow?—”

“Harder,” I begged. Make me yours.

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