Page 26 of Our Haunted Omegas
The night before we left was the first time I even saw Ambry naked. We’d been so caught up in the practical aspects of leaving for our matingmoon and ensuring Odie was alright that we hadn’t done much more than share a few stolen kisses. I worried about him too, but Ambry seemed to bounce back quicker than his friend.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Ambry whispered in my ear, leaning over the back of the sofa. “It’s small but do you want to join me?”
I almost shouted my affirmative answer but thought better of it. Odie and Cobalt were napping in the bedroom, and I didn’t want to wake them up. Instead, I clambered over the side of the sofa and let him take my hand and tug me down the corridor. He was right. The bathroom was almost too small for both of us to stand in at the same time but still I pressed him up against the closed door weighed down with robes and other various cloth objects hung up and kissed him hard. His tongue met mine between our mouths and I forgot to worry about the rest of the world for a bit.
I kissed him like he was my oxygen because in some ways he was. The Raven’s Perch and everything else seemed like a million years ago. How had I ever done anything without him by my side? How had I lived all these years without knowing him and survived them? Now when he wasn’t in the same room as me every nerve in my body stood up, aching and looking for him. So, I kissed him like I might die without him.
I slid my hands up and down his sides as he held onto my face. His soft fingers played through my five o’clock shadow until little scales popped up from his teasing. Then he playedwith them, exploring their texture. We undressed each other bit by bit, laying clothes wherever we found a bare spot where we wouldn’t trip over them. Once we were naked, Ambry squeezed by me to turn on the shower. My breath caught in my chest as he crossed the tiny room in a few steps. He was beautiful lean muscles and light downy hair. He moved with the smooth, graceful motions of the predator who dwelled within him. I stepped closer as we waited for the water to heat up.
“Sorry. It takes forever,” he said and bit his plump bottom lip.
“I don’t mind,” I said, wrapping my arms around him from behind.
His skin was warm against mine and my half-hard cock answered the call, standing up against his back. He leaned against me, wiggling around and teasing me with his flesh rubbing all over mine before breaking free of my hug and stepping into the water. I stepped in behind him and when he slid the door shut neither of us had enough room to fully spin around as the warm water rained down on us.
“Cozy,” I grinned and kissed him before he had the chance to apologize for the lack of space again. I’d have lived in a shoebox with him if that was the only place he was happy. Inside me, my dragon’s fire burnt brighter with each twist and twirl of our tongues sliding from my mouth to his and back again. It would’ve been so easy to push him up against the shower wall and place my claiming bite on his shoulder. His scent clung to the water droplets in the air, making it impossible to ignore. He smelled warm, sweet, and like home. Phantom fur tickled me as his wolf reached out to say hello.
As true-mates we’d chosen each other in the Other World – that place between life and death, between ethereal and solid, between slightly-magical and all magic – before this lifetime or perhaps before another. It didn’t matter when but onlythat we had chosen each other for every lifetime that came after. The swollen glands on our shoulders were filled up with clear, magical fluid that we’d exchange when we were ready to fulfill the claiming vows. That would transfer just enough of our memories and personalities across the soul barrier that we wouldn’t feel crazy for loving each other so fucking much and that was the word for it. I wouldn’t say it aloud yet. Even I had my limits on the mushy stuff. I’d take a bullet for him and talk his friend down from whatever metaphorical ledge he was on but I love you wasn’t coming out of my mouth just yet. Whatever piece of me that knew him in between lives urged me forward but some things were better when you took your time. Kissing, sex, and courtship all fell under that umbrella. Even more so when you were going to spend the rest of your life with someone.
Ambry slid his hands up my face and through my hair. I leaned down, making it easier for him to do so, and deepened the kiss. Feeling brave from the sheer proximity to him, I ran my hands up and down his bare sides again and this time I didn’t stop there as he leaned in against me. I let them trail down over the slight curve of his hips and around to the meat of his ass cheeks. He moaned into my mouth as my fingers kneaded into him.
“This isn’t going to sound romantic at all,” he said, pulling away from me to meet my gaze.
“Romance is in the eye of the beholder.”
“I can’t think straight.”
“Same,” I nodded and leaned in for another kiss, but he swerved away leaving me a little disappointed.
“I need you,” he whispered. “I can’t think well when you’re close and it’s hard to think at all about anything except you when you’re not around. I’ve been slick and hard since we met unless Odie or I are having a panic attack or my dad’s around. Seriously, any other time I’ve been slick, hard, or both and…”
“I’ll take care of that,” I said and spun him to face the shower wall.
He let out a wolfy whimper and I smirked. I couldn’t help myself. He was beautiful and smelled delicious. The needy sounds coming from deep within his belly only made me want him more. I kissed up and down the back of his neck, pushing his hair out of my way as I went. Ambry pushed his butt back against me, squirming and wiggling around until he found my hard cock. Then he ground back against it, trapping my stiff muscle between my body and his. I growled under my breath fighting to keep control as the scaled beast within me urged me to bite him.
“One little bite on that pretty left shoulder of his and all this brain fog evaporates. One little chomp and he’s ours forever.”
I pushed my dragon’s words away. He wasn’t wrong. One bite would change everything, but I wasn’t a cave-dragon. I wasn’t about to bite him and start a magical vow that he hadn’t asked for. Needing to cum shouldn’t rob anyone of their freedom to choose. If it did, me and both of my brothers were in deep shit.
I licked down his damp spine, reveling in the way his muscles flexed, and his hips arched back, begging for more. Ambry’s scent was all I smelled. It consumed my thoughts, driving me ever downward. I cupped his cheeks massaging them as he ground against my hands, silently pleading for more. Reaching behind himself, he ran his fingers through my hair and urged me forward. He smelled too good to resist but I still had to tease him a bit, didn’t I? Still had to lick the slick from his thighs that had mingled with the warm water cascading down from the shower head. He was sweet like vanilla on my tongue. His slick was thick and slid smoothly over his skin. I slid my hands to his hips to hold him in place and bend him forward as much as the cramped shower space would allow.
“Please, Indigo,” the words rolled off his lips and landed squarely on my dick.
I growled and pushed down my dragon’s longing to sink his teeth into Ambry’s shoulder. We had to be patient. Oh-so-fucking patient. This was forever. Biting now or later didn’t change that but I wanted to be someone worthy of my mate’s trust. I kissed his ass cheeks, dragging my hungry mouth across his damp flesh before gripping his hips and sliding my tongue home for a real taste of him. He gasped, fingers raking over the shower wall, looking for something to grasp onto and finding only wet metal. He’d begged and now he was getting exactly what he asked for.
I reached around and took hold of his cock in my hand. The surrounding skin was smooth and hairless. I stroked him slowly, reveling in the slightest upward turn of his body. His hand found mine, squeezing my fingers tighter around him as he ground back against my face and tongue. I lapped his sweet, slick arousal as I played with him. Soon his breaths came in little needy pants as his balls drew up close to his body and his hand grew even tighter around mine. My name spilled over his lips again and I stroked faster, desperate to milk every ounce of pleasure out of my mate. He howled, clamping a hand over his own mouth to try to kill the sound. Still, it echoed around the shower stall, the bathroom, and from my brief flash of Cobalt’s confusion the whole apartment. Hopefully not any further but now wasn’t the time for me to stop and ask those questions. His dick shook in my hand and his breaths were coming out in pants and whimpers as his weight shifted from one foot to the other in his struggle to stay upright through the pleasure. I pressed my free hand against the small of his back to steady him but didn’t slow down. His scent exploded with relief before his dick shot out its warm, sticky streams proving that we didn’t need much space to have fun. He leaned against the shower wall trembling and I rubbed over his thighs and hips, satisfied that his scent was the most relaxed that I’d ever smelled it.
“Still should’ve claimed him,”my dragon chimed off in my thoughts but I ignored him in favor of nuzzling against the small of his back. Most dragons didn’t nuzzle naturally but I grew up surrounded by wolves and other furry shifters. I was rock hard but that could wait until we were somewhere more comfortable. We had forever after all and Ambry smelled so damn, delightfully sleepy after I made him cum.
Chapter Eleven
Odell
Long car rides reminded me of the war. Any time I was expected to sit still for more than an hour my thoughts turned back to the bomb shelter or the long dark nights where we all pretended to sleep but feared that those without magic would try to burn the world down. My family wasn’t even all that magical. I could do a few basic spells like turn the lights on and off and a scrying spell for lost objects but those were so common these days I barely counted them as actual magic.
The extended cab truck was green on the outside and blue on the inside as if someone couldn’t agree on a color scheme for the vehicle. Still, it was nice to be ‘squished’ in the backseat with Ambry. Cobalt drove so I refrained from rubbing all over his chest and shoulders like Ambry did on Indigo.
We hadn’t really talked about what happened in the kitchen the morning of the festival. If Cobalt was angry, he hadn’t said anything and he didn’t smell mad. As much as I hated to admit it, he smelled nearly as anxious as I did, even if he was one thousand percent better at masking it than I was. So, instead of groping on him, I concentrated on not thinking about the war. Only, the quickest way to bring anything to the forefront of your mind is to try to ignore it.
