Page 10 of The Gold Dragon Prince
Before he could finish, I threw myself at him. I had never felt a heat come on so strongly in my life, and I never would have dreamed of doing something about it. Thanks to my father’s hatred of omegas and cruelty toward them, I’d only ever had excruciating, empty heats. Not only did I know this heat wouldn’t be empty, I had my fated mate right there, in my arms.
I was only vaguely aware of jumping against Gildur and having him instantly catch me and support my backside so that I could grab his head and pull him close for a kiss. I’d never kissed anyone before, but I knew exactly how I wanted our mouths to be together. I opened my mouth to him, thrusting my tongue against his and sinking it deepinto the warm wetness of his mouth. My glasses were knocked askew.
That wasn’t enough, though. With a whimper that I would probably remember with embarrassment, I tugged at Gildur’s tunic while trying to plaster my body as tightly against his as I could. I was suddenly wild, ferociously needy. I wanted my alpha. My fated mate was the only one who could douse the sudden inferno within me.
Gildur laughed even as he kissed me back. “Alright, alright, my love,” he purred, backing me toward one of the empty tables. “I hear your mating call, and believe me, I am primed to respond in whatever way you need me.”
“It’s my heat,” I panted, my mind telling me to be calm and rational about the simple bodily function but my body and heart screaming to meld with Gildur as deeply as possible with all haste. “It isn’t supposed to happen for weeks still.”
“Heats and ruts do not wait when fated mates meet,” Gildur said, a darker note to his voice.
I pulled back enough to gaze into his eyes, then gasped at the dark fire I saw there. “Rut?” I asked.
Gildur hummed, low and deep. “Can’t you feel it?” he asked, stroking my body and tugging at my clothes, pulling my shirt out of my trousers. “The time has come for us to mate, my darling.”
“But we’re in a library,” I panted, tugging at his clothes as well. “It’s happening so suddenly. We barely know each other.”
“We will get to know each other,” Gildur said, losing patience with the buttons of the jacket I wore over my tunic and pulling at it so hard they popped.
I gasped at the violent gesture, then moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as Gildur slipped his hands undermy shirt and up the bare skin of my torso. His touch felt so amazing that I was afraid I’d leak slick all the way through my silken dancing trousers. My cock responded as well, straining against the front of my trousers so hard that when Gildur reached a hand down to tear through the front placket, it burst loose, dripping precum.
“My delicious omega,” Gildur growled, stroking and caressing me. “Let me worship your body. Let me give you pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt before.”
I made some sort of vocalization, but it didn’t form into words. I didn’t know what I would have said in any case. The pleasure of Gildur’s touch was amazing and it scattered my mind entirely.
“Yes, my darling,” Gildur purred, tugging my shirt up and somehow, probably magically, peeling it right off my body and leaving my torso bare without me having to lift my body off the table. “Cry for me. Sigh for me. Let me know how desperately you want me.”
A part of me wanted to deny Gildur what he wanted just to be difficult. He was wily and deserved to be teased as much as he teased me. But I could only do what he asked of me, moaning my pleasure as he yanked my trousers down, again magically removing them and my boots from my body with very little movement or effort on my part.
“Perfection,” Gildur sighed, leaning over me and tracing his hands along the full length of my body. “You are everything I have ever craved. I could devour you just like this, as if you were the finest delicacy in all of the worlds.”
I wanted so badly to banter with him, but the only thing that came out of my mouth were desperate, pleasured cries as he kissed his way from my lips, down my neck, across my chest, paying special attention to my nipples as he went, and then down my belly to my cock. I cried outeven louder as he drew my cock into his mouth, sliding his tongue along its length and swallowing as my body burst with pleasure.
I’d always thought mating with an alpha was supposed to be the other way around. Omegas serviced alphas. We were little more than breeding stock to them, holes for them to put their cocks in and wombs for them to fill with their seed. Instead, Gildur treated my body with attention and passion, bringing me to orgasm in his mouth, then pushing me farther onto the table so he could part my thighs, exposing my hole.
“My favorite treat,” he hummed, then sent me a wicked look before lowering himself to the level of my hole.
I cried out loud enough to shatter the delicate lamp on the table as Gildur closed his mouth around one of my small, omega balls, sucking for a moment as his hand slid up my thigh. Again, my mind rebelled, telling me that I should be doing the same to him. I wanted to do the same to him. I wanted to feast on his balls and suck his dragon cock to see how deeply I could swallow him. I wanted him to fill my insides with his cum and ease the intense, hot ache within me that needed to be filled by him and him alone.
All of those needs dissolved in fiery pleasure as he slipped his mouth lower, licking at the slick that poured from me, before thrusting his tongue through the tight muscles of my hole. I bucked and started to come again as he moaned, as if drinking the finest wine a magical castle could provide. My body convulsed with bliss, but the disconcerting feeling that something was missing, that I should be on my hands and knees, offering myself to him, had me crying instead of screaming in ecstasy.
“I need…I need,” I panted, unsure what I needed.
“I know, my darling,” Gildur said. “Let me give you what you need.”
He stepped back to tear through his clothes, leaving me spread and dripping on my back. I felt wicked and exposed. My body was spread open and alight with heat for anyone to see and any alpha to take. Ancient instinct roared within me to call out for an alpha to fuck me until my body was humming with joy, but not just any alpha.
I wanted my mate. I needed my alpha,myalpha, to claim me and mate me and fill me with his child. My body would explode if I didn’t have him lodged and pumping in me immediately.
“Fuck me, Gildur!” I gasped, my voice rough with desperation. “I need it! I need you to breed me, now!”
“Yes, my love,” Gildur said, acquiescent and demanding at the same time. “I know what you want and need.”
A quick moment of fear filled me as Gildur grasped my hips and jerked me toward the edge of the table. I could feel slick pouring from my hole, which fluttered and gaped with urgency. It wasn’t urgent for long. With a guttural cry, Gildur guided his cock to my hole then pushed in, deep and firm.
I cried out at the unexpected pain. Mating was supposed to feel good, I was certain. It did feel good, and as soon as my body’s surprise at being taken subsided, as soon as Guldur began to move in me with increasingly feral energy, all pain was forgotten as ecstasy took over.
“My omega,” Gildur growled as his grip on my hips tightened and his thrusts turned harsher. “You are mine. I want you. You will submit to me and be mine forever.” He leaned forward and closed his mouth over the top of my shoulder where it met my neck and bit down hard.
