Page 34 of The Dragon's Perfect Omega
If.
I hated that I couldn't be certain about it. The more I thought it might not happen, the more I wanted it to. The more Ineededit to. It had been fourteen days since I'd last seen Lowen, and not one of those days had gone by without memories of him disturbing my thought process. Every day, I thought of his lips on mine. Of his fingers on my cock. Of his voice in my ear. The way it had soothed and ignited me all at the same time.
I was pulled out of my reverie when Timtom nudged my shoulder. "So who do you like best?" he asked. I glared at him from the corner of my eye. God, the guy was annoying. Why couldn't he leave me alone? Was he into me or something?
Wait, was he?
I took a closer look at Timtom. He was taller than me (most people were), with short-ish brown hair, brown eyes and a strong jaw. He wasn'tunattractive. Try as I might, though, I couldn't work up any interest in him. Because he wasn't Lowen. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Celebrity crushes aside, how could I have fallen so deeply so quickly for a guy I barely even knew? Now that I could finally admit to myself that I was into men, shouldn't I be playing the field a bit? Experiment?
You don't have to experiment because you already know what you want.
Before I could do anything about it, one of my favorite fantasies rose to the forefront of my mind, of being pinned down to the sheets and taken from behind. I'd entertained that particular fantasy far too often this past week, and the man pulling me against his body was always the same. My dragon.
"I like the drummer," I said with a small smile on my face that Timtom would never understand.
To my surprise, Timtom wasn't the only one who wanted to talk to me. Someone I didn't know—and who wasn't part of our group—tapped my shoulder from behind. "You're the guy who's with Lowen?" he asked with a grin on his face. I looked at the man in confusion. Something told me that he wasn't a dragon—too short and lithe—but he hadn't come here with us either. And how did he know about me and Lowen? "I'm sorry," he said with a sheepish smile. "I haven't introduced myself. I'm Roger. I'm with Zed." He nodded at the stage. "So I've heard a little bit about you."
My throat grew tight and I felt myself flush. What had he heard?
"No need to be so embarrassed!" he said. "I'm happy he's found someone. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I was just so curious to meet you."
"It's okay," I said quickly, because people around us were starting to stare.
"You're with the singer?" A girl in the row next to Roger spoke up with a dreamy look on her face. "What's that like?"
"Vastly overrated." Roger waved her off with an easy smile. He exuded so much confidence that I was almost a little jealous. But I remembered now that I'd read about him. He and Zed had been an item for a couple of years. They had a child together, well, two children now. Roger had recently given birth to a baby boy. Before I could stop myself, I was giving him a once-over. He was omega. My parents had made sure that I never met a lot of omegas.
On the surface, Roger really didn't look any different from any other guy. I couldn't tell whether his features were a bit softer than normal or that was just my internal bias talking.
"See anything interesting?" Roger asked.
I blushed furiously, feeling caught out. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I just, um... I've read about you."
"Yeah? You read gossip mags? What are they saying?"
"I don't read gossip mags, I only browse the internet."
Roger shot me a look that seemed to saysame thing, really.He probably had a point there.
"They're saying you and Zed are fated mates," I said, because I wanted to see what he thought of that. It was one thing for dragons to believe this, but for humans? There was no way Roger was buying into this, was there?
I was taken aback when his response indicated he did. "So what?" he said with a shrug. "They're only telling the truth." When he noticed the surprised expression on my face, he laughed. "You don't have to look like that. I didn't believe it at first either, but you'll figure things out soon enough."
Would I? Why was he so sure about that? And how could he speak about all of this so nonchalantly, like it was no big deal?
I wanted to ask so many more questions, but then the crowd around us started cheering and I turned to look at the stage. The show was starting.
For a second or two, my heart stopped dead in my chest when the band came on stage—and then it started beating again faster than ever before. My dragon was even more gorgeous than I remembered. He was wearing a muscle shirt that hugged the peaks and dips of his pecs and stomach in all the right ways and as he twirled the drumstick in his right hand, all I could think about was the way those fingers felt when they touched my skin.
Our winning tickets included a short meet and greet with the band after the show. A fact that made me both nervous and excited. At this point, even just being able to shake Lowen's hand again sounded fantastic. But at the same time, I didn't know how I was going to keep it together in front of everyone. How was I going to make my greeting look casual when the truth was that my body was starving for contact with his?
How was I going to react if a casual meet-up was all that Lowen wanted anymore?
That's not going to happen. Remember the way he looked at you? And the way he implied that you were soulmates?
But all of that seemed to have happened in a different lifetime, in the intimacy of a cramped hotel room rather than under the open sky, on the Island of Dragons, surrounded by fires and people celebrating the longest day of the year.
I felt so out of place.
