Page 24 of The Dragon's Omega

He responded with a snarl and closed his hands over mine, pinning them to the bed. No more long, slow strokes. No, Vidar gave me what I needed: harder. His thrusts were shorter, more vicious. I forced my head up, gasping for air between the curtains of his hair, fighting just to hang on as he ravished me.

“Alpha!”

“Omega.” He growled it in my ear, and never had my designation sounded more like a prayer. “My omega. My goddess.” Vidar ground down, driving my clit into the bed and milking a strangled whimper from me. “You will want for nothing, do you understand? Nothing.”

Relief splintered the hazy inferno of pleasure and desire. As tears full of everything but sadness pricked my eyes, I turned my head to the side with a whine and Vidar answered with a hungry kiss. He conquered my lips as he did my body: brutally, savagely, all dragon, all fire.

And I let him. I took it, him, every last bit of ferocity until I was about to pass out. Only then did I break the kiss and grit my teeth, loving the force of his thrusts, the weight of his body. He speared me hard and fast and rough, pounding home every time.

Until, on the brink of an orgasm that would shatter my whole worldview, he stopped.

“Wait—” I wailed into the blankets as he eased out of me. The bed dipped deeply with his every move, until he was just gone.

“Here.” His first bark had me shooting onto my knees, heart in my throat, pussy dripping with need. I found my alpha at the head of the bed, his back to the wall and surrounded by so many squishy pillows it made the omega in me sing. “Now.”

If another alpha barked at me, I would have been forced to comply, yes, but, like Dewey fucking Synn, I’d hate him for it. I would flip him off in my head, in my heart, going through the motions like a robot. For Vidar, for the darkness in his gaze, the rasp in his voice, the tremble in the hand offered to me—I moved. Body weak and battered and deliciously alive, I crawled to him. It was a trek, a chore, and bruises were already starting to form all over, but I’d wear them like a badge of honor tomorrow.

Eyes locked, I scampered along his side and straddled him. It felt like climbing onto a horse, saddle and all. He was just so big, my alpha. But I sank onto his cock like it was made for me, and I for him. My hands clenched into the muscle of his shoulders as I worked my way down, slick weeping between us. Then, when I met his lap, I wrapped both arms around his neck and crashed into a kiss that took my breath away.

He came at me with all the fire of our last kiss—but also the passion of our first. The intimacy made me clench and flutter around him, pebbled nipples brushing his chest as he hugged me closer.

“I was worried for a second there,” I mumbled against his lips, which kicked into a handsome smirk.

“Apologies, omega.” Vidar eased me back by my hips, pressing me against the fully formed knot that I was desperate to take. Hunter green twinkled like starlight in the storm of his eyes, and he slipped a hand between us. “I promised that you would want for nothing. I meant it.”

“You—ah!” I jumped when he thumbed my clit, his pace, his rhythm, his pressure just right from the first stroke. Squealing, I twisted my hands into his hair behind his neck and closed my eyes, leaning into the swirling pleasure climbing higher and higher.

This climax went off with a bang, a symphony of fizzing, whizzing fireworks in my belly that had me keening and gasping. If my tugging and yanking at his hair bothered him, Vidar kept it to himself. When our foreheads met, he was all focus and intensity, all passion and monster.

All greed.

He said that it wasn’t selfless, pleasuring me, and when his gaze snared mine, I finally realized he meant it. As his cock pulsed inside me, thick and hard and powerful, I felt his whole being swell with pride, with greed, milking the pleasurable aftershocks for as long as I could stand it.

Until it felt like torture. Moaning weakly, I grabbed at his wrist and pulled, but I couldn’t move him. Vidar indulged me as any good alpha should, full of rumbles and murmured praise as he cupped my breast instead. Glancing down, I spotted his knot. It made my mouth water, sure, but that thing was… intimidating.

I definitely hadn’t woken up this morning mentally prepared to take my first knot—or meet a dragon. Shit happens, but for the first time in years, it happened for a good reason.

The perfect reason.

“Have you ever been knotted before?”

My gaze leaped to his. If I thought less of Vidar, I would have needled him a little, poked and prodded to see if he was secretly the misogynistic alpha many were under the handsome surface. Instead, I met his husky question with honesty.

“No.” I shrugged one shoulder, ever so slowly rocking back and forth. “Only silicone knots for me so far.”

He tensed beneath me. “You poor thing.”

Laughing, I swatted his burly tattooed chest. “Like it’s so great, huh? Is my life incomplete without an alpha’s knot?”

“Hardly.” His crooked grin made my tummy all squirmy again. Of all his expressions, that one was my body’s favorite. “My life has been incomplete…” Vidar sighed, stroking his knuckles down my arm, making me shiver. “My omega has never taken my knot, never drawn pleasure from it. That is my loss.”

I nibbled my lower lip through a smile, then smoothed my hand up his chest, his throat. Plucking at his lower lip once, twice, just as he’d done with me, I nudged his nose with mine. “You’re sweet, Vidar.”

“Not often.” He snapped playfully at my thumb, rumbling at my yelp. “And only for you, Lianna. Only for my mate.”

Mate. I stole another kiss, wanting to swallow the way he growled that word. Mate. Mine. Goddess. He had no problem saying what he meant, what he felt. No games. No push and pull to make my head spin. Vidar kissed me back with the intensity of the sun, and he tasted like earnestness and forever.

Trapped in each other’s thrall, we slowly worked ourselves up again, climbing that hill together. As I cradled his face, tugged at his hair, his beard, Vidar rocked and rolled my hips, lifted and lowered me on his cock. Occasionally he thumbed my clit, lazy and unhurried in the way he stroked me now, and no number of bratty whines could sway him. He devoured every noise I made, every sigh, every smile, so attentive to me it hurt.

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