Page 106 of The Dragon Warlord
Because apparently, I’m not just a virgin, but a blushing one. How can I want something so much and want to hide from it at the same time?
Tristan growled, which was dragon instinct. We’re animal first and human second, except in Tristan’s case, he’s an Elf too, which adds another element of creature to him. “All right,” he’d said. “But you’d better get up now or my cock is going in you.”
“If I thought you actually meant that I would stay.” I knew he didn’t.
He smacked my arse. “Go.”
I went and enjoyed the pleasant sensation of his palm print left on my arse cheek. I’d returned with breakfast; we ate together and then he had to leave.
He’s been gone for an hour—a meeting with my father—and I’m making his bed … but I can’t help picturing him fucking me in it.
Distracting.Is this my lot now? One blowjob and suddenly my hormones are unstoppable? He’s probably still with Father. Maybe I should practice? That might help my shyness. I do a cursory check of the door, which is meaningless and should be the sign I need to tell me this is a bad idea. I can sense Tristan coming. I don’t need to check the door. I’m stalling.
Just fucking do it, Riv.
I don’t want to be a virgin my whole life if I get to sleep in Tristan’s bed. Speaking of his bed, did he really mean it when he said I’d be in it permanently? What does that mean?
You’re stalling again, River Kanes.
Fuck. Yeah, I am. I lie down on the neatly made bed. Slick is already running fresh from my arse. It’s a good thing he’s not here or it might take all his Warlord’s strength not to act on instinct with that much of my scent floating around.
Drakon. Maybe I should open the doors? Light some scented oils?
Let the room get heavy with my scent …
Stalling again. When I tell Tristan I overthink when I’m alone too, maybe he’ll feel better about his ability to give a blowjob.
I take a breath, cancel out all thoughts and shove my hand down my trousers. I gather some slick and rub it over my hardened member.Fuckthat’s good. I’m surrounded by Tristan’s scent, which spikes my arousal further. More slick leaks down my leg. Gods.
My brain conjures a vision and I’m distracted no more; my thoughts focused with precision onthatday. The one that changed my life forever.
Father had us standing in line, his children who were not yet mated. I’d dressed in my finest—like that makes a difference—and did my best not to quiver before he’d even entered the room.
I thought for sure someone like the dragon Warlord would choose Keldrid. Even in terms of scent, I figured that strength would be translated through his scent. Keldrid is also the most handsome of us.
When the dragon Warlord walked in, his sapphire eyes snapped to mine and no one else existed.
He walked straight up to me and sunk his teeth into my neck. I was shocked to death when I felt the teeth. I thought he was going to smell me as I’d experienced in the past. But fuck did it turn me on to be claimed like that. The sight of him already aroused me, and I was leaking slick into my pants.
I stroke my cock, furiously.Drakon, how I was consumed by his fire … His scent was the strongest I’d ever smelled, and I suspect that had something to do with that he’d recently shifted and that he was mine.
An alpha might choose, but an omega falls.
I fell for Tristan madly and deeply. I may have only had moments, but I knew how I felt. Tristan should know that by now, a bite only gives the potential for control. Bites don’t turn dragons—or Elves—into mindless honey squash.
No matter how the bond is formed, if an alpha’s omega is in distress, the alpha is set off.
I stroke my cock faster as I recall the feral way he protected me while I struggled. I lay on this very bed, writhing in pain as the dragon magic seeped into me, sewing within me. There is little you can do to soothe the pain of the bonding bite. It has to run its course. That doesn’t mean the alpha won’t go crazy.
When I’d scream, he’d wrap his naked body around mine. It wasn’t sexually inspired, but I could feel his thick cock pressing into my backside and, Drakon, I wanted him. I’d never wanted anyone, but I wanted him. Even as delirious as I was. Most alphas can’t hold back, and they wouldn’t need to. It’s understood that sex is one of the many things that can happen before entering a mating bond.
I knew this. I craved it.
Tristan didn’t and even at his most feral, he was a fucking gentleman. Annoying! I wanted him to take me savagely.
That’s what I picture now—how I would have liked that moment to go. Once the pain died off and it was only a background nuisance, he’d snarl and ram his cock deep inside me all at once. I would burn in a new way. He’d hold me down …
“Stay, Omega,” he’d say, and then fuck me into oblivion.
