Page 126 of The Dragon Warlord
Leif offers a weak smile. “Yes, Warlord.”
“As you were,” he says to the rest of the warriors who stopped to watch. Then he’s on me. “What happened, Omega?”
Damn it. His expression is fierce and emotions swirl around him, all laden with suspicion. “We should go to your war room, Alpha.”
“Ugh. That means it’s bad. Gods fucking damn it. If just one day could be disaster-free that would be great, but noooOoooh. Not for this guy. All right, lead the way,honeycake.” He says honeycake in Elvish because it sounds sweeter.
I don’t want to dampen his sweetness with this. Sure, in my fantasies, telling Tristan that Leif was flirting with me sounds hot, but his murder won’t be.
Tristan leaves General Sharpe in charge, and we walk through the portal that leads to his war room. “Lay it on me.”
“The ice dragon, well, he didn’t mean to, but he …” I force the words out, repeating what he said.
Tristan blinks. “Say that again? I don’t think I heard you right.”
“Please don’t make me say it again. I told him it was inappropriate. He apologized and then the thing happened with his head.”
His eyes darken and the scent coming off him says this could go in a few directions: fucking, biting, hoarding. Those urges are bombarding him all at once.
Then he grips under my chin using one hand. The violence in the air is palpable as he bares his dragon teeth. “But you’re mine. Everyone here knows you’re mine.”
I don’t respond, opting to hold deathly still. Danger and fear rip through me like lightning and go straight to my cock.
"Maybe you want that? Would you like an alpha that kept you chained to his bed for his personal use?"
"O-Only if it were you, Alpha."
"I don’t know, the ice dragon is pretty and he’s a pure alpha.”
“You’re my perfect alpha, Alpha.”
“Damn right I am. Come.” He doesn’t wait for me to follow, dragging me by the neck back through the portal. “On your knees, Omega.”
Tristan is at his most feral and he’s not holding back. My alpha has incredible self-control, but he’s letting it all out. This must be it. It’s going to happen. I want this, but nerves wrack through my body anyway. He calls for his warriors’ attention. He calls for the ice dragon to be brought out from the healer’s tent.
I drop to my knees before my alpha and bow my head, wanting to show as much deference as I can.
“Oh shite,” Leif says, figuring I must have told Tristan. “I’m sorry, Warlord. It was a mistake.”
Tristan turns fiery eyes on the blue and white-haired dragon. “Nevertheless, you’ll be punished, Leif. Bend the knee.”
Leif bows on one knee with a fist to the ground instead of head lowered toward a forearm on the thigh as is appropriate for the dragon lord.
This is serious. I shouldn’t be leaking as much as I am but tell that to my hormones. I can’t wait for the Warlord to plunge himself inside me in front of all these people, which is the only way this ends. They know I’m his, sure, but this way they’ll have an image of it forever burned into their minds. I know it’s been that way for me when I’ve seen an alpha take their omega.
It’s romantic savagery at its finest.
I’m still coming up with one hundred and one different ways that he might do this. Will he order me to strip naked? Maybe he’ll spank me first and mark up my skin? Maybe he’ll tie me to a tree for everyone to see and edge me all day long to prove how much control he has over my body. The possibilities are endless. I shouldn’t look, but I’m giddy with anticipation, so I peek an eye to see if maybe he’s got someone bringing a bench, or a chair, oh, or maybe a log to toss me over.
No one is coming with anything, but the Warlord is removing his jacket. He tosses it on the ground, open. A strong hit of his scent rises from it and I almost moan.
“Remove your jacket, Omega. Lay it on the ground.”
Um, oooookay. “Yes, Alpha.”
“I haven’t reminded you since I’ve returned about the number one rule of this army. Can someone tell Leif what that is?”
The tension across the crowd is tight. Not only do his warriors respect him, but they know his limits and to tread carefully when he’s reached them. Alpha and omega stuff gets tumultuous with any dragon, but for Tristan, it’s heightened. He’s a war dragon. Us war dragons tend to be more savage than the rest and dragons are already savage.
