Page 5 of The Dragon's Omega

Heat looped around my waist at the next spicy gust of cypress and amber, thick and palpable. An unseen hand delved lower, cupping me, and it felt so goddamn real that my clit hummed with pleasure. A shiver trickled down my back, followed by a stronger plume of my scent.

“So, he’s injured,” I forced out, attempting to sound nonchalant in the face of everything. To drive the point home, show them that I wasn’t rattled despite being surrounded by three hulking alphas, I looked each in the eye as I said, “Why haven’t you guys, I don’t know, pulled out whatever the hunters got him with? Did they take his treasure?”

“His hoard’s a secret, even to us,” Dewey muttered bitterly. “Nothing’s local as far as we know, so they got jack shit. I think they maybe stole a scale? Dunno, but he won’t let anyone near the injury, and he can’t pull whatever it is out himself, so, yeah, it’s his own damn fault. Dad says he can sit and spin until he stops being so stubborn.”

I sucked in my cheeks and bit down. Alphas didn’t exactly have the most tender approach, especially with other alphas. Maybe Vidar just needed a kinder hand. Cocking my head, I scanned his massive frame, noting the way the light danced off all that gold, highlighting the nuances in shade and sheen.

“Maybe he just needs—” I gasped and stumbled back. Just as I was studying his face, the one eye facing us snapped open. It widened, the slitted pupil rounding to an obsidian sun. Suddenly I was falling, drowning in pools of gold and fire, in lust and want, an inferno unlike any other.

“Smell her, boys?” Dewey jerked me toward him as my perfume spiraled into panicked, delighted overdrive. “Told you she got off on danger.”

“Is this what you like, baby?” Thad chimed in, closing in on my left.

“Is it because we take such good care of him, just like we would our omega?” Dewey rasped in my ear, ducking down to where I had clipped my hair back on the right, leaving my neck all too exposed. “Or is it because we own a dragon?” I flinched when his teeth scraped my earlobe. “Either way, Synn alphas are always in control.”

My scent exploded, frantic and desperate. Two halves of my omega heart fought for control: there was perfume to soothe the circling predators, sweet and calming violet, but then there was the call to an alpha, my alpha, to rescue me. Vanilla. Take me. Cardamom. Call me. Sandalwood. Claim me.

Inside was a war zone, but outside, I was trapped in place, rooted, frozen. A desperate little whine tore loose when a heavy hand clamped down on the back of my neck. My stomach twisted again, disgusted, and my pelvis spasmed with a vicious heat cramp.

While I felt Dewey, Chad, and Thad, scented them, suffered the unrelenting pressure of their interest, all I could see was him. Gold. The dramatic rise and fall of his body with his deeper, sharper breaths. The twitch of his tail and the flutter of his wings.

“L-let go for a second,” I choked, only to yelp when someone pinched my hip and nosed at my throat.

“Fuck.” Chad’s tongue dragged down my neck and across my shoulder.

“She smells so good,” Thad rumbled.

“Baby,” Chad nipped my arm, “you’re like a cloud of violets.”

“Good to know she’s actually an omega,” Dewey grumbled, his hold on my wrist going from tight to punishing. “She hasn’t perfumed once.”

“But it was worth the wait.”

“S-stop,” I begged, whining, wilting, as Dewey wrenched my arm around to nose and lick at my inner wrist. “You’re h-hurting me.”

He was gone. Pupils blown, slacks tented with the same desire grinding against my ass from someone else, Dewey bit hard enough at the veiny underside of my wrist that I wailed. No. I didn’t want his bite. I didn’t want any of their disgusting mouths on me.

Another merciless cramp rocked my core, followed by a flood of need that had slick drenching my panties. As soon as that heady scent hit the air, the trio pushed in harder, grabbing, groping, ripping my dress up and slobbering all over every bit of exposed skin they could reach.

A fourth set of pheromones entered the fray, smothering the citrus and seashore smog. The rich scent of bonfire wove around me like a serpent, slithering between my legs, coiling around my hips, but when I frantically looked down, there was nothing there. Another pathetic whine slipped past my lips. Another desperate surge of slick painted my inner thighs. What I wouldn’t give for the snake to be real, to be hungry—to bite all these rough hands clean off.

“Guys,” I whimpered, twisting and bucking, my legs turning to jelly. No matter which way I squirmed, there was an alpha waiting. “Stop.”

“You just aren’t used to alphas taking care of you, little omega.” Dewey bared his teeth, then pressed a long, leisurely open-mouthed kiss along my inner forearm, toward the bite that hadn’t broken skin but was already starting to bruise. When I whined and misted them with another whoosh of terrified, too sweet violet perfume, he straightened with a snarl and barked, “Stand still.”

My body responded instantly. Alpha barks could stop any omega dead in their tracks. There was no disobeying a bark. It had almost the same effect on betas, despite how dull their biological drives were by comparison, but honestly, a furious, shouting alpha was just plain scary. Out went the fawn, shot in the heart. This time, I froze, every instinct in me determined to obey.

But I was still me. I wasn’t gone, even if I couldn’t move. Tears streaked my cheeks. Fear howled in my chest. My lips trembled and my teeth chattered, and I let out a strained sob when two hands hitched up my dress, followed by the sounds of zippers whizzing down.

“If you didn’t want us,” Chad hissed as he bunched my dress in his fist, “you wouldn’t be going into a fucking flash heat, omega.”

“You’re crying with need,” Thad insisted. “Didn’t you go to an academy?”

“She knows.” Dewey chuckled gruffly. “She just gets off on danger. Is this a non-con situation, omega? Because we can play if that’s your game. I can write it into the bond contract?—”

“Get off!” My shriek came from the very depths of my soul. Alpha-bark chokehold broken, I slammed my heel onto Thad’s foot, and he responded with a snarl and a brutal hand in my hair, yanking my head backward. The trio pressed in, forcing me onto the gravel.

“Put her on her knees,” Dewey snapped, fussing with his belt in the corner of my eye as rock and dirt bit into my palms, my shins. “I bet she needs a good rutting at some point in her?—”

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