Page 15 of The Diamond Dragon Prince
At least, at any other time he would have been a natural leader. As the two of us hurried back into the town to see to the other groups of defenders, he had to stop more than once to breathe through the ache I knew kept filling him. It was a fiery, hollow ache, one that demanded to be filled. The way Leo kept looking at me was all the proof I needed that he knew precisely what he needed to fill it.
“You can’t fight this fight, my love,” I told him when the pains of his first heat wave nearly brought him to his knees. “You’ve done everything you can. It’s time to take care of you now.”
“No,” Leo said, shaking his head and trying to force himself to walk on. “I refuse to be a weak omega at the mercy of my body. I am a leader, a fighter. My people need me.”
“You have already done so much for them,” I told him, attempting to reach for him and pull him into my arms.
Leo dodged away from me, and I was reasonably certain why. His heat was coming on fast and hard, and if our skin touched, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from giving in to his natural needs.
“I have to fight,” he growled through clenched teeth.
“No, my love,” I said, striding over to where he’d gone in his attempt to get away from me and grasping his face in my hands. “You need to breed.”
Leo made a frustrated sound of anguish. Then he threw himself at me, wrapping his whole body around mine in a way that forced me to lift him off his feet.
“Damn you,” he gasped and panted, kissing me as if he would devour my tongue and jerking his hips to rub his hard cock against my body. “Damn this body of mine.”
“It’s alright, love,” I told him, flicking my wrist to open a door to the magical world beside us. “I’ve got you. We’ll take care of this together.”
As the first shouts of battle sounded behind us, I stepped with Leo through the door.
Chapter
Five
Leo
Icould handle pain. Despite what my father and nearly every other alpha I’d encountered believed, omegas weren’t fainting violets who burst into tears when they so much as stubbed a toe. Omegas, by nature, could manage extraordinary amounts of pain when called on to do so. I’d been through more empty heats by far than I’d had an alpha for. I would rather suffer through the agony of an empty heat than be given away like a prize to some lascivious old alpha who paid my father a fortune.
I would have rather toughed it out and dealt with the blinding, hungry pain that gripped my insides while helping the people of the village of Berk defend against my father’s mercenary army than be whisked off into whatever realm of pleasure and softness Diamant had in store for me.
“No!” I shouted, struggling in his arms and reaching for the portal he’d created between the two worlds, like I couldfight my way back into my father’s world. “No, I don’t want this! My people need me. I have to be with them!”
Even as I shouted that, another wave of heat and pain and need nearly doubled me over.
“You don’t have a choice, my sweet,” Diamant said, his voice somehow lower and darker.
“Don’t call me that,” I insisted, twisting and writhing to get out of his embrace as he carried me away from the doorway and…down a dimly lit hall?
I gasped and stopped struggling long enough to assess my surroundings. Diamant had opened a door from the village straight into what appeared to be a great manor house. The hallway he pulled me down was wide and comfortable, with landscape paintings on the walls and several doorways into parlors and sitting rooms that would have my father’s courtiers drooling over their opulence. The floor we walked across was marble, but it appeared to have streaks of diamond spreading through the base stone.
“Where are we?” I asked, beginning my struggle again as we neared a wide, curving staircase. “Where have you taken me?”
“I’ve brought you home, my love,” Diamant said, shifting his hold on me as if he would take my hand and lead me upstairs. “I’ve brought you to my lair, where you belong, for your heat.”
“No!” I shouted, wrenching away from him. “This cannot happen. My people need me. I need to fight, to defend the village and save them, not?—”
My strong words were cut short by a wave of desperation so sharp that it buckled my knees completely. I sank to the marble floor, relieved by its coldness. So much so that I tipped back to sit on the cool stone, hoping my quiveringhole would get the message and stop its heat-addled nonsense.
Instead, I was mortified by the sensation of slick pouring out of me and soaking not only my trousers, but the floor under me as well. It was undignified, but worse than that, it seemed to prove the worst of everything my father and his ilk had ever said about omegas. We were weak, libidinous, empty-headed fools who were only good for having our holes stuffed and our wombs expanded with children.
“Love, you cannot fight your nature,” Diamant said in a voice that was both soothing and thick with desire.
When I glanced up at him, incredulous at being accused of everything I didn’t want to be, I gasped at the shape of his eyes. They had gone from ordinary ice blue to slit like a dragon’s eyes. His pale skin was flushed with rut, and when I let my gaze drop a little, I could see his thick cock straining hard against the front of his trousers.
Without thinking, I lunged for him. A cry of longing and defeat left my lungs as I buried my face against his groin, clawing at his trousers as if I could rip through them to reach his cock and draw it into my mouth. I needed to suck and swallow him more than I needed air. I needed to feel his cum hit the back of my throat and slide into my belly, easing the need that pounded through me.
“I know, sweetheart,” Diamant growled, stroking my hair then reaching down to scoop me up under my arms. “I feel it, too. It’s never been this strong.”
