Page 99 of The Forbidden Dragon King
Omegas can be possessive too. I hate that my Alpha has suffered for so many years and become touch starved to the point of turning feral.
Yet my inner Omega purrs that my lips are the first to have conquered his.
He’ll learn pleasure under my hand.
Is this the real way to tame a dragon? Daire and I should have thought of this earlier.
“Then it will be a first for both of us,” I reply, meeting his vulnerability with my own. “We can figure out what we like together.”
Aurelius draws back to study me. “Are you certain…?”
“Fuck me right now, or I’ll steal back all the shit that you took from me to line your nest.”
Aurelius flushes, looking shocked, before he grabs both sides of my tunic and tears it away from my body in a single powerful move.
I gasp.
Fuck, that was hot. It’s going in thelikecolumn.
My nipples pebble, exposed to the cool air and then Aurelius’ breath.
“Touch a Shadow Dragon’s nest without his permission,” Aurelius says coldly, in between licks across my nipples, “and expect to be spanked until your backside is cherry red.”
Yes, please.
“You promise?” I squirm, wetter than I was before.
Aurelius’ eyes flash. “You’re playing a dangerous game with an Alpha dragon.”
“Always. But then, this dragon is mine.”
“Keep your hands there.” Unexpectedly, Aurelius lets go of my wrists. When I don’t move them, his expression softens. “Good Omega.”
Good Omega.
The phrase lights up something in me. It vibrates and buzzes, dropping me into a warm, fuzzy place.
No one calls megood Omega.
In the Moon Court, they preferredworthless Omega bitch.
Butgood Omega…?
Of course, Aurelius is pheromone drunk right now. Probably deluded. Fifty-fifty on whether he’s hiding a mystery about our bond that could end the realms.
But my inner Omega doesn’t care about any of that.
I purr because what Omega doesn’t have a praise kink?
Aurelius picks up the pitcher that contains the wine, which smells of rich plums and cinnamon. He holds it over my bared body like an offering.
When I nod, he pours the cool wine that he bought as a courting gift over me. It spills out like waves of blood over his desk, staining the court papers red and dripping onto the marble.
I gasp at both the indulgent sensation of being bathed in wine and at the way that shadows instantly swirl out from Aurelius’ spread wings, darkening the room to night.
I stare up at his glowing eyes in awe.
Sometimes, I allow myself to forget who I am tricking, nesting with, and kissing.
