Page 25 of The Dragon's Omega

But I wasn’t the only one hurting.

“Lianna, I need…” He made a choked sound as I ground down on his knot. “I can’t?—”

I took a deep breath, then willed all my muscles to relax on the exhale.

And his knot eased into me—barely. Vidar snarled, then hooked his arm around my waist and snapped his hips, edging in a little deeper. He kissed me through it, though we were distracted this time, him focused on not going too hard too fast, me stroking my clit like I did at home during my heats with toys.

Again, they didn’t live up to the real thing.

His knot was firmer than any stupid toy, hot and present. When we finally worked it into my pussy, I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and squealed a sob.

“Omega—”

“Too much,” I gasped, “and not enough.”

More. Tears blurred his beastly face when he brought me back to him. He cupped my cheek as they fell, and we both let them this time. As I sucked down frantic breaths, the scars in my soul, the hole in my heart, suddenly came to light. Knotted, cherished, locked, I saw what I’d been missing all this time.

Not a knot.

Him. Vidar. My alpha. My fated mate. My scent match. A connection with him—going without since I awakened…

I was only half living until him. Just surviving one day to the next, never satisfied, never fulfilled.

“You”—Vidar finally brushed my tears away with his thumbs—“are everything, Lianna.” He stole a quick kiss, his knot and my inner muscles locking our bodies together. “I have lived in a blind daze until tonight?—”

Gasping, I kissed him harder, desperate for a closeness that was more than skin-deep. He felt it too. Mine.

Breathless, sore from riding a monster but unable to stop now, I held him tight and buried my face in his neck again. Vidar did the same, nuzzling at my scent gland there, where alphas marked their omegas, bonded them for life. We moved slower now, gentle and sweet, riding the waves as one. I always thought knots were more for an alpha’s pleasure than his omega’s, but his swollen bulge stroked my inner walls like nothing ever had.

And when I came, when the world shattered and the cosmos drowned in pleasure and slick, Vidar finally broke. Climaxing around a knot was a tighter, sharper sensation, and it forced him to follow immediately after. Squeezing the air from my lungs, the alpha thrust and stiffened, choked my name, and spilled himself inside me. His cock pulsed with every spurt, and?—

“Fuck.” I groaned and shoved my face in deeper.

“What?” Dazed, high on his own release, Vidar still managed to gently pull me back to him. He looked scrumptious all flushed and pleasure-addled, sweaty like me, both of us slippery with slick. “Omega, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I stroked his beard, his cheek, the worried set of his lips. “Nothing at all.”

Besides the fact that the rumors were true: taking an alpha’s seed was like that first drink of cold water in the morning. You know, the one you really felt sliding all the way down. I wasn’t exactly in pain anymore from the heat, the severe cramps gone, but his trapped semen seemed to soothe whatever was left. Like a pain reliever had finally kicked in, my core softened.

“Are you sure?” he rasped as I nuzzled under his chin.

“Promise.”

To drive the point home, I let out a heady, sighing moan that I usually kept to myself as he rubbed my back.

“Good.” Vidar’s sweetness extended to my arm, my shoulder, down to my hips where he traced my tattoos. He kept at it for a while, lulling my body into pure bliss. My alpha brushed away the last vestiges of this flash heat with ease as we nuzzled together, locked in place until his knot deflated. However, when those drifting fingers made their way to my chin, he tipped my head back and looked deep into my eyes.

“More?”

I blinked sleepily back at him. “No.” I grinned at his crooked smile, my heart full just for me, not my family, not my friends—me—for what seemed like the first time ever. “No more. Enough.”

More than enough… for now.

CHAPTER 9

Lianna

I had been a shit sleeper since I was a kid.

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