Page 23 of The Dragon's Perfect Omega
And I couldn't say no to him.
9
Zim
The momentthe door to the hotel room closed behind us, Lowen's lips were on mine again, the way they had been in the park, as if he didn't want to give me one more moment to hesitate. But I wasn't hesitating. Whatever was drawing me toward this dragon was too strong for me to keep holding back. His tongue touched mine and I nearly whimpered in need. It was like something in my soul called out to him—and he responded. All the desires and urges and fantasies I kept locked away, his touch drew them out of their dank prison cell and to the forefront of my mind. I was out of control—and when Lowen's fingers ran into my hair and shivers raced down my spine, I didn't want it back.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath when Lowen's lips left my mouth for a second to kiss the line of my jaw.
He looked at me curiously. "Need me to stop?"
I almost had to laugh because that wasthe lastthing I needed him to do. "I might kill you if you stop." And I was only half-kidding. If he left me high and dry now, I would never forgive him. All the reasons I shouldn't be doing this were still screaming at me in the back of my mind, but they were muted by my need to have him—my need to have himright now. It was stronger than me.So much stronger.
Pin-pricks erupted all over my skin as Lowen's hand slid underneath my shirt. Shit, I wanted to feel that handeverywhere.
"I'd like it if you didn't kill me," Lowen murmured. "My band is finally going places and what's more important, I've foundyou."
I wasn't sure what exactly he meant by that—had he been looking for me?—but when his lips met mine again I found I didn't care too much. I'd never taken drugs, but based on what Derick told me about his experiences, kissing Lowen came pretty close. The world around us faded out of importance. Every sensation Lowen stirred in me was amplified. All my blood left my brain, leaving it with just enough power to focus on one single desire. I needed this dragon more than I'd ever needed anything. My cock was already fully hard, straining against the fabric of my pants. That was so weird. Every other time I'd had sex or made out, it took my cock a lot longer to take an interest in the action.
That's because every other time was with girls.
Being with Lowen was different. I liked the way the rough stubble around his mouth scraped my skin. I liked how he didn't smell of flowers and how powerful he was. He didn't manhandle me, but I could feel his strength in his grip on my hip all the same. I craved it. And for the first time, I wasn't wondering what that said about me. No, I simply enjoyed. I let my desire for the dragon in front of me consume me, and when Lowen's fingers found one of my nipples and started rubbing the sensitive nub, I moaned.
"Like that?" Lowen's voice was deep and low. His pupils blown. I wasn't doing anything to him, and yet he looked at me as if I was the sexiest creature in the known universe. And lucky for me, he didn't need a response to keep going, because I didn't have one. All of this was so far outside any plan I'd ever had. I didn't know how to act. All I could do was let my bodyreact. And react, it did.
The moment Lowen's hand abandoned my nipple to slip below the waist band of my pants, my cock twitched and my breath caught in my throat. I kept breathing in but I didn't feel like any of the oxygen made it to my brain. My mouth fell open, but I couldn't say anything before Lowen touched his lips to mine again. I gasped into the kiss, and then the dragon's hand slid deeper, wrapping itself around the hard bulge in my pants. My brain short-circuited and my whole body jerked, seeking more contact, more friction, moreanything. Lowen squeezed, and I broke. White spots danced in front of my vision as I exploded so hard and fast I didn't even know what was happening to me until I came back down and felt the wetness on the front of my pants.
Shit.
Had I just...?
God, that was embarrassing. What was I? Thirteen? "I'm sorry," I muttered, breathless, as Lowen withdrew. "That's never happened to me!"
Lowen only responded with a low chuckle that nearly had me ready to go all over again. "Let me guess, that wasn't part of your plan, was it?"
I glared at him. Was he trying to mock me?
Ignoring my scowl, Lowen leaned in close again to press his lips to my forehead, an oddly intimate gesture. Somehow, though, it didn't feel out of place. No, it feltright. Like the two of us were always meant to end up here, together, cherishing each other.
I took a deep breath, trying to shake myself out of this weird emotional state I was in. None of my reactions to Lowen made sense. None of what I wasdoingmade sense. Half of me never wanted to leave, half of me screamed to get out now while I still could. Before I could sink any deeper into whateverthiswas. "I should go."
To my surprise, the dragon didn't try to keep me. He stepped away easily, giving me my freedom. "I wish you could stay," he said with nothing but truth in his eyes. But even though he felt that way, he wasn't going to force me to stay, or even try to talk me into it.
He wanted me to make my own choice.
Unlike everyone else in my life.
"I can't stay tonight." Not while there was this chaos raging inside my head.
“I know. Just let me make you a present before you leave.”
“A present?” My ears perked. He’d bought a present for me? Why? What was I to him? We’d only met yesterday and we weren’t likely to meet again.
“Nothing big. Just a little something.” He got a small, carefully wrapped box out of the drawer of the bedside table. “You can open this when you’re home,” he said as he handed the gift to me.
“Thank you.”I guess.I turned the box over in my hands. What wasinthere?
Was it customary for dragons to exchange gifts after making out with someone? Not that what we’d done could really be called ‘making out’, considering how quickly I’d put an end to things. Just the thought painted my cheeks red, so I lowered my gaze to the floor.
