Page 12 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon's Fire
Brock nips my bottom lip hard enough to have me gasping and he uses that as the perfect opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth. My chest rumbles with a growl that vibrates between us as his taste overwhelms me. If this is how good his tongue tastes, I can’t stop wondering how good his slick or his cum will taste. Fuck, I want to find out.
All of the blood in my head moves south until my cock is full and hard, trapped within the confines of my jeans. Brock’s bright raspberry scent invades my nose and my entire body lights up with it. I invited him for an actual sleepover, just the two of us sleeping next to each other, but now I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to do more than that. I want to see him naked. I want to mark his skin. I want to fuck him until we’re tied together with my knot plugging him full of my cum.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, pulling away from the kiss in order to suck in a sharp breath, too overwhelmed with my own imagination. “Fuck, Brock.”
“Is that what you want, big boy? You wanna fuck me?” Brock asks, his voice light and teasing. Does he have any idea how far gone I am? Does he have a single clue how fucking turned on I am or the way my instincts are shouting inside my head for me to mount him and bite him and make him mine? Jesus Christ, I feel like I’m on the brink of going into a full blown rut.
“Brock,” I breathe out, embarrassed by the way my voice comes out so breathy and slurring. All we’ve done is kiss but I already feel like I could come in my jeans at the slightest pressure against my erection.
“Gods, you’re so desperate for it,” Brock whispers, his eyes wide with wonder. “If I asked you to get on your knees for me, would you? Would you do what I wanted knowing it made me happy, Aiden?”
Against my permission, a whimper flies from my chest. I’m powerless to do anything but nod my head and stare down at Brock with wide, pleading eyes. I’m completely wrapped around his finger and if I’m honest, there’s no other place I’d want to be. My instincts want me to take care of him, want to cover him in my cum, want me to make him come until he’ll never be able to even think about another alpha.
I take a step back, running my fingers through my hair. I tug on the strands until pain lances through my scalp, trying to get myself under control. Fuck. What the fuck is going on? Why do I feel so out of control?
“Oh,” Brock breathes out. “Oh, sweetheart. You smell different. Are you going into a rut?”
“Fuck,” I hiss out, turning my back to Brock. This is so embarrassing. This has never happened before. I can’t believe being around Brock has thrown me into a rut!
“Hey,” he says softly. “It’s okay. Everything is okay, Aiden. This can be really stressful if you try to fight it.”
“I know that. You should go, Brock. I don’t want to do anything that we can’t take back. I don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”
There’s a long moment of silence between us where I find myself holding my breath. I’m expecting him to walk past me straight through the front door. Instead, I feel him step up behind me.
My breath catches in my throat as his arms wrap around my middle and his forehead presses against the middle of my back. My heart is pounding a tattoo against the inside of my ribs. My brain is growing more and more foggy as the seconds tick by.
“If you truly want me to leave, I will,” he says softly, his nose brushing against my shoulder blade as he breathes me in. “Or, I can stay here and take care of you.”
“I couldn’t ask that of you. We only just met.”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering. I don’t want to overstep but we literally just talked about cosmic connections,” he says with a chuckle that makes my knees weak. “I find myself wanting to take care of you. Your scent is sending off sexy alpha in rut vibes yet my own instincts are telling me to take care of you instead of making me overwhelmed with lustful thoughts. Sure, I still want to fuck you raw until you can’t smell which of us is which, but I also want to wrap you in a blanket and let you cover me in bites. Take that however you like. Personally, I think that means maybe our puzzle pieces fit together even better than we thought.”
Another whimper leaves me. Gods, that speech was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard and yes, I know that’s my rut talking. At the same time, it was incredibly romantic and leaves not only my body but also my heartachingfor Brock.
I want everything he’s offering. I want him to help me through my rut. I want him to take care of me. I’ve never allowed someone to take care of me, not since becoming pack alpha.
“Please,” I manage to get out and ignore just how fucking desperate I sound. Now that I’m allowing my instincts to take over, now that I feel safe enough to let myself go, all of these emotions come pouring out of me all at once. “Brock,please.”
“I’ve got you, alpha. Let me take care of you.”
Brock’s hands tighten against the front of my shirt but I pull his fingers away in order to turn around in his arms. Leaning down, I bury my face against his throat, breathing him in. My mouth pants hotly against his skin , trying desperately to allow my inner alpha to have a moment of just breathing in Brock’s amazingly addictive scent.
It doesn’t take long before breathing him isn’t enough. My open mouth latches onto the side of his throat, nipping and sucking hard, determined to leave a purple bruise on his skin. I’m expecting protest or to be pushed away but instead, Brockmoans. His free hand grips the back of my hair, pushing me against his throat, silently begging me to keep going.
I’m going to come in my pants from how turned on that makes me.
“Fuck, Aiden. That’s it. Be a good alpha and leave your mark.”
My brain is rewiring itself. I didn’t even know I was into praise like this but maybe it’s the fact that it’sBrockpraising me? Maybe that cosmic connection he mentioned is rewiring the two of us so our interests slot together. I want to be good. I want to be good for Brock.
I work just a little bit harder to leave a mark on his throat before finally pulling back. A rumble sounds between us as pride wells up inside of me. Oh, that is going to be there for at least a couple days. The world will know what we did. Everyone who goes to The Feisty Latte will know I left my mark on Brock’s skin.
Possessiveness that I’ve never experienced before wells up inside of me.Mine, mine, mineplays on repeat inside my brain, my alpha instincts chanting it until it’s all I can think about. I want Brock to be mine. I want everyone to know he’s mine. I want everyone to hear him scream in pleasure as I knot him. I want everyone to know how good I can make him feel.
My mouth lavishes open-mouth kisses along Brock’s jaw until I finally find his mouth again. This time, it’s me who pushes my tongue between his lips. I fuck his mouth with my tongue, feeling behind his teeth, pushing in as far as I can. I want to taste him. I want his very scent on my breath. I want all of him that he’s willing to give me.
“Aiden,” Brock gasps out, pushing me back. “Should we move to the bedroom? Or do you need me to take the edge off, alpha?”
