Page 28 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon's Fire
“Yes. I’m all yours,” he says back, looking up at me with glassy eyes. Gods, he’s so perfect. “I need you.”
“Bite me first. Then I’ll take care of you.”
I hold the back of Brock’s neck and he leans up, burying his face against my throat. His teeth rest against my skin and my entire body breaks out with goosebumps. When he bites down, I can feel our connection snap into place. He’s my mate. Brock is my omega. It hurts when he breaks the skin but at the same time, it feels so fucking good.
One of us whimpers and I’m not sure which it is.
“Please,” Brock says as soon as he pulls away from my throat. “Alpha, please. Need you.”
“Flip over for me,” I say, wanting to knot him from behind so it’ll be easy to lie down while we wait for it to deflate.
Brock quickly moves to his hands and knees, arching his back for me so prettily. I run my hands over his ass and down his thighs, just admiring him for a moment.
“If you don’t get your dick in my ass within the next five seconds, Aiden, I swear to every god out there I’ll never forgive you!” Brock’s voice cuts off with a strangled moan as I slide the tip of my cock into his soaking ass.
“Yes, yes, yes. Keep going. Please, Aiden.”
I grab Brock’s hips, holding on so tight I’m sure there will be bruises, and I slowly feed him my cock. I let him have it, inch by inch until he’s practically shaking beneath me. He’s making the prettiest noises which only serve to turn me on even more.
“You take me so well,” I murmur, using my thumbs to pull his cheeks apart, giving myself the perfect view of his hole stretching around my dick. “So perfect.”
Brock reaches back, slapping my hip. “Stop praising me and actually fuck me. Don’t make me regret letting you bite me!”
I chuckle as I start to thoroughly fuck my mate. I fuck him so hard he has to hold his hands against the headboard to keep himself from moving with my hard thrusts. He can’t be sassy if I fuck him well enough. I want him to feel me tomorrow when he tries to sit down.
“Yes,” Brock cries out, pushing back against me with every thrust. The sound of our hips slapping is obscene in the otherwise quiet room. “Yes, alpha. Fuck, just like that. Fuck me! Knot me!”
“Gods,” I hiss out, pleasure racing down my spine. I would almost be embarrassed by how quickly I feel my pleasure building, but it sounds like Brock is right there with me. “You feel so good. You’re gonna make me come, Brock.”
“Yes. Fucking need it, alpha. Give it to me!”
My knot tingles at the base of my cock as it begins to fill with blood. It knocks against his rim and widens Brock’s hole even further, filling him up until he’s whining and moaning. I watch as my mate reaches beneath himself, tugging on his own cock as I fuck him.
“Right there. Just like that. Fuck, alpha!”
Brock cries out as he comes, his ass becoming impossibly tighter around my knot. He feels so hot and wet and tight, it steals my breath right from my lungs. I wrap my arms around his middle and let my chest drop against his back, fucking into him with short, quick bursts.
My knot grows until I’m shoving it in one last time, locking the two of us together as it fully expands. I nose at the mark I left on Brock’s neck. Just smelling the fresh blood is enough for my orgasm to wash over me. I come inside of him, filling him up just the way he was begging for.
My hips swivel, letting my knot tug on his rim just slightly, prolonging both of our pleasures before carefully moving us to our sides. Brock’s body is a line of relaxed muscles in front of me as I nuzzle the back of his head.
“Gods,” I breathe out. “That was amazing. You’re amazing, Brock.”
“I know,” he says right away with a giggle. “I love you, Aiden.”
“I love you too.” Just then, Brock’s body tenses and he hisses out a curse. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Oh yeah. Totally fine. Just a cramp.”
I run my hand up and down his side, trying to help him relax. I breathe him in, realizing with a start that his scent has changed, the tones of it turning darker than usual.
“Breathe. It’s okay.”
“Fuck, Aiden. I know what’s happening and this is the most embarrassing timing possible.”
“What’s going on?”
Brock looks over his shoulder as best as he can while we’re locked together. “The egg is ready.”
