Chapter 8 Mating and Procreation of Dragons #2
The image showed an omega on all fours while an alpha penetrated him to the hilt.
The omega’s hard cock pointed diagonally forward.
Yes, the squirt of cum was there, and together with the omega’s facial expression, it made me wonder if the person who made these “medical” illustrations moonlighted as an erotic graphic novelist. In another picture underneath, the omega’s insides were depicted in detail, the layers of tissue colorized from dark red to soft pink.
The knot expanded downward, and the omega’s prostate was squashed by it.
The omega’s hole contracted tight around the alpha’s humungous dick, the womb open, the channel like a cup over the cockhead, clamped on those ridges.
Fascinated, I stared at the very center of the image, where white cum spurted out of the alpha’s slit and poured through the channel into the omega’s tiny womb.
Yep. I was fully hard and wet.
I smacked the book shut and drew in a few deep breaths.
Holy frigging insanity. I was stuck with the most attractive man I’d ever met, horny as hell, and this was what it all would lead to.
My body thrummed, nerves vibrating, when I put my shaking hand onto my lower belly. The scariest thing? My excitement.
I wanted it.
When I forgot about sense and logic, my body ached for that image to become my reality. How could I feel like this when I’d only first kissed Ernest last night?
This isn’t normal. It can’t be real. Impossible.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was halfway to the door. Except this time, I didn’t even manage to open it. I sat down on the floor next to it, in the very spot where we’d fucked last night, where he’d brought me complete ecstasy of body and mind.
Ernest’s office was silent, no sound coming from the half-open door. Then his typing resumed, and I exhaled.
It took me a long while to calm down. I listened to the quiet tapping of Ernest’s fingers on the keyboard of his laptop, the soft sound perfectly clear in the absolute quiet of the apartment.
All in all, the book helped. Knowing more helped. Was I ready to admit the possibility that I was a dragon’s mate? My hand drifted to my belly on its own. No, Lawrence. Don’t go there. You’ve just made it out of one freak-out. Don’t rush into another.
After a while, I scrambled up and put the book back onto the shelf, making a mental note to read more later. I needed some semblance of normalcy before I continued further down the rabbit hole.
Striding swiftly toward the study, I called out, “Ernest?”
“Yes, Lawrie?” came the immediate answer. He looked up and smiled like the sun—oh, those dimples. They were deadly.
“Can we do delivery for lunch?”
“Sure. What would you like?”
I didn’t give it any thought. “Sushi?”
“I know a great place just across the street. I’ll call them immediately.”
“Great.”
He closed the computer and stood, taking a step toward me. He approached me like I was a wild horse, and I felt a little sorry for him. So, I met him halfway. Fuck it. His arms enveloped me in a perfect hug, and I exhaled against his broad chest. Holding onto his waist, I closed my eyes.
“I’m feeling better. Thanks for giving me space.”
“Anytime.”
He kissed the top of my head.
It occurred to me to tilt my face up and kiss him. I wanted it, but I also knew where it would lead. I would get lost in him again, and I wasn’t ready to relinquish my independence yet.
I disentangled myself, walked to the kitchen, and turned on the coffee maker. Ernest followed me. I pulled out two cups and paused. I behaved like I was at home here. Huh.
“They have a new app, and they’re open already. I can order online. Ten or twelve pieces?”
“Twelve, thank you. Salmon and avocado nigiri, and uramaki, but no octopus and no tuna.”
“You got it.”
He typed and swiped while I made the coffee. Milk, no sugar.
Ernest accepted his cup and stared. Again.
The man was looking at me like I was a bowl of chocolate ice cream with extra sprinkles on top.
It was unnerving. This time, I decided to counterattack by staring right back.
The effect was unexpected, though. We peered at each other over the edges of our coffee cups, and I got lost in the blue-golden eyes, my heartbeat picking up and my belly fluttering.
I was stupidly, ridiculously attracted to him.
Because he’s your mate. You’re supposed to love him for the rest of your life, remember?
Ernest put the coffee cup aside and gently took mine. Then he cradled my face with both hands. Was he going to kiss me?
But no. He simply continued staring. He caressed the corners of my mouth with his thumbs while his eyes roamed my face.
“I’m sorry. I know I’ve turned your life upside down.” A slow blink and a soft smile. “But I’m so happy I finally found you. You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for you.”
I bit my lip. Kiss me, Ernest, c’mon. I want you to.
And then his phone beeped.
Ernest grabbed the device, and I picked up my coffee cup, hoping to gain some balance. My own emotions were giving me whiplash.
“It’s a notification from the restaurant. Lunch will be here in ten. I like this app. Clever interface, smooth interaction, easy and simple payment. Nice work.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You’re a little bit of a nerd, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Is that a problem?”
“Nah. It might come in handy when I need help with my computer.”
He laughed. “Thank you for the coffee.”
“It’s your coffee.”
“But you’ve made it for me.”
I shrugged. “I’ve been looking at your books. Hope that’s okay?”
He seemed to start at the change of topic. “Sure. Of course.”
“There’s one on the, um, bonding and mating.”
“Ah.” He swallowed and investigated his cup with interest. “Did you find it helpful?”
“Certain details are a little freaky, but it helps me to know things. I think I’ll read more in the afternoon.”
“The book is old, so some of the information can be outdated, but it’s still a good source. If you find something strange or if you wonder about anything, just ask.”
“I will.”
The food arrived after a mere ten minutes. My mouth watered looking at the perfect set of sushi on the table. I peered at Ernest’s plate and frowned. He had avocado nigiri and some maki, plus a bunch of green stuff that looked like various types of seaweed.
“You don’t like fish?”
He shrugged. “I’m a vegetarian.”
“What?” I spluttered. “You are a vegetarian. Really?”
“Yes.”
Was this man for real? “You’re a dragon.”
“So?”
I gestured toward him with my chopsticks. “Fangs, claws, mean yellow eyes. You know. A predator.”
Ernest frowned. “I have mean eyes?”
“Yes. I mean no.” Had I insulted him? He must know how scary he looked.
He tilted his head to the side and smiled softly. “I don’t hunt in my other form, Lawrie. I don’t eat in that form either. I don’t have to.”
“Where do you get energy, then?”
He leaned forward over the table, and I waited for his answer with my mouth parted. “It’s magic.” Then he winked, sat back, and dipped a nigiri into soy sauce.
“You’re joking.”
“Maybe I am joking a little,” he said conversationally.
“Seriously. How can you fly that monster with no fuel?”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “The truth is, we don’t really know how it works. Finding out would require examination by means we can’t afford.”
“Such as?”
“We’d have to put together biologists, zoologists, doctors, geneticists, and we would have to show these people actual dragons.
We do have some researchers among us who are working on these questions, but they are only a few and don’t have access to the best facilities.
We’ve managed to hide our existence from humanity for several thousands of years. We’d like to keep it that way.”
“You’ve shown your existence to me.”
He lifted his eyes from his plate and met mine. “Why do you think I did that?” His question was quiet, his voice gentle.
Because we’re connected, and I’m a part of this secret now. It’s my secret too. “Because you knew I’d never tell anyone.”
He smiled.
I dug into my lunch, my mind spinning. Of course, the dragons didn’t want people to know. People were horrible. They’d consider them a threat, put them in labs, or want to use them as weapons. We’d all seen the movies, right?
“I still think it’s weird you’re a vegetarian,” I muttered between mouthfuls.
Ernest only chuckled.
We ate in silence while I mulled over everything he’d said and everything I’d learned today.
The bits and pieces of information whirred and spiraled in my mind like a swarm of bees.
I was getting tired even though I hadn’t really done anything today.
Was it the emotional upheaval that made me physically drained? I’d need a nap after lunch.
“Do I really have mean eyes?” Ernest asked after a while.
“Your dragon looks scary as hell, Ernest.”
He seemed disappointed with my answer as he quickly looked down and poked at a slimy piece of seaweed. The slump of his shoulders tugged at my sore heart.
“But now when I think about it,” I began, recalling the sleek black skin and powerful muscles.
“Yes?” he prompted eagerly.
“You’re quite a hunk in dragon form.”
He laughed, shaking his head.
I did have a nap. I slept for four effing hours and was still a bit drowsy.
Was it the bonding that made me tired? The book didn’t say anything about tiredness.
Or maybe the past twenty-four hours had simply been a lot to take.
My phone beeped, making my head hurt a little.
I sat up on the sofa and fumbled for the device.
I had only 10 percent of battery left. Hopefully, Ernest had a charger I could borrow.
Josh: Where are you?