Chapter 3 How to Kill a Dragon
How to Kill a Dragon
Davidson
Stunned, I stared at the open door. The omega had looked terrified before he ran.
Don’t go after him. Let him leave.
But he’d just come on my tongue, yelling his lungs out.
He’d asked for a rough ride, stating his preferences like a seasoned kinkster, and then he kept taunting me like he wanted to be disciplined.
He was obviously harboring strong submissive desires under the thick layer of defiance. Making him beg could have been fun.
Had he changed his mind? He was allowed to.
Judging by the way he looked and how he’d acted downstairs, the omega changed his mind infuriatingly often.
He was one of those who thought a pretty face and a firm ass gave them a free pass in anything and everything.
To sum up, he was too much work for a meager reward.
But his fear? That had been real.
He’d stared at me like I’d been about to dismember him.
I wiped my mouth, the taste of him stuck in my beard. My stomach clenched.
Nobody had ever tasted like that. And he was running away from me.
The first whiff of his scent downstairs had me all but coming in my pants. His slick in my mouth when he came did it. Damn. I hadn’t come in my underwear in a good thirty years. My briefs were wet with fresh release, yet I was still so hard I could hammer nails with my dick.
Those lips with that little birthmark above.
All the winged monsters in hell, he had the most gorgeous full lips I’d ever seen.
Pouty, pink, with a beautiful little divot at the top, making them look vulnerable while violently erotic, and…
argh! To feel them around my dick… No. I didn’t allow blow jobs, for plenty of good reasons. What a shame.
The door began closing, probably a draft, and I stood there like a statue. I couldn’t go after him. Consent and all of that.
I closed my eyes and clenched my hands into fists. My cock pulsed, but I shut that down. He was just another of many. No difference. Pretty faces, tight holes, needy cries when you fuck them hard…and empty heads. If I could go without sex, I’d never touch another omega for the rest of my life.
Another fucking siren.
But something wasn’t right.
His cockiness and naked want, his fear, his scent… Something urged me to find him, and it wasn’t lust.
He’ll think I’m a stalker. And he’s not worth it.
I licked my lips. Sniffed my fingers. Don’t. Just don’t.
Breathing in deeper, I growled. The scent branded me on the inside.
I threw the door open so fast it banged into the wall.
“You stupid old fucker, what are you doing?” I muttered to myself as I hurried down the stairs and pushed through the crowd out onto the street. I looked around, searching for a familiar blond head.
There he was, at the end of the block. Wrapped in a gray coat, he rushed away, his nude boots clacking noisily.
What the hell are you doing, Davidson?
It was the dragon. The dragon was urging me to go after the omega. Which was all kinds of stupid and dangerous.
Nobody’s ever tasted or smelled like that.
I made myself stop in the middle of the street. The omega was speeding up toward the city center. I had to let him go. The dragon reared in my head, my temples prickled, and my spine itched.
I made a step forward and stopped again.
Who was this boy?
A high-maintenance brat. That was what he was. What the fuck had he done to me? His taste lingered in my mouth, and his scent still burned in my lungs.
Mate, the dragon hissed. Mate.
No. That couldn’t be.
Mate.
Bullshit! One didn’t just randomly find a mate at a kinky party.
Let. Him. Go.
And I would have had enough strength and self-control to turn around and go home. I would have messaged Seth to please, meet me tomorrow already and let me work him over in the sex room for the whole night. That should have been the end of this madness.
Except just then, a flashy black sedan stopped by the curb, and two alphas in dark suits stepped out. They strode swiftly in the same direction my omega was disappearing. My omega.
The hairs on my neck rose, my muscles tensing.
Acting on pure instinct, I took off after the men.
My omega looked over his shoulder, noticing the two alphas following him. He shot off like a rocket, running for his life. The alphas jogged after him, their body language disconcertingly relaxed, like they were sure their prey had nowhere to go.
What have I gotten myself into?
I sped up.
The omega swung to the left, his followers on his heels. Left again. Didn’t the boy know this part of the city? Apparently not.
I slowed down in front of the last corner, knowing what I’d find. The alley was a dead end. I peeked around the brick wall.
Fucking shit.
Those fuckers had guns. I, of course, didn’t have one.
Why would I? It wouldn’t help me anyway.
We would only end up in a shoot-out, and the omega would get hurt.
I plastered myself to the wall. Think. I couldn’t shift in the middle of the street, and even if I did, they could still shoot me.
Which they would. You’re holding a gun, and a dragon charges at you?
Whether you believe in dragons or not, you shoot.
You might not think you can kill it, but you sure fucking shoot.
I wasn’t keen on showing these guys how easy it was to kill a dragon when you happened to hit the right spot.
“You’re coming with us, Mr. Chase. The car will be here in a minute.” The voice sounded hoarse and squeaky. The man must have been a heavy smoker.
The omega gave out a harsh laugh. Mr. Chase. Good to know.
“No.”
“You’ll be comfortable. We have a private jet waiting for you at the airport.”
“You can’t just kidnap me.”
Could I wait for them to get in the car and take them out in the air on their way? But if they crashed or accidentally shot the omega… No.
“We’ll accompany you, so you’ll be safe on your way back home.”
“Tell Fabio my home is here, in Ardaine.”
Who was Fabio?
I looked up. A fire escape. What a cliché. I jumped, grabbing the railing of the balcony above me. Three stories to go. I paused on the last landing to listen.
“Mr. Chase, we don’t want to hurt you, but we do have a specific list of injuries that we’re allowed to inflict in case you’re unwilling to cooperate. We’ll wait for the car, and you’ll get in without a struggle.”
“What does Fabio think I’ll do? Just come back and play his houseboy for the rest of my life? Tell him to go fuck himself. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m afraid you don’t get any say in that.”
I climbed up onto the roof and hurried to the edge. There they were. My omega stood with his back to a dumpster, the two alphas in front of him with their handguns aimed at him.
He was crying. Two streaks of tears ran down his cheeks smeared with dark makeup. This was the first time I’d seen him unmasked, and my heart clenched at the sight. Even harried, he looked like something made from starlight. No wonder this Fabio was having a hard time giving him up.
I tore my jacket off and unbuckled the belt. My phone and keys were in the pockets, so I’d have to grab it later.
“We got him,” said one of the alphas into a hands-free set. “Yeah. Just follow my location.”
The car was coming. I had to be quick.
In the end, the dragon decided for me.
Mate, he whispered.
My spine popped, and the familiar fire soared through my muscles. My pants, shirt, and socks got shredded in the process. I briefly considered if the roof would hold my weight but decided to take my chances. It did hold for the couple of seconds I stood on it fully shifted.
I waved my wings, using my tail to push off the roof, then I hovered above the alley.
The men looked around, startled by the noises I was making, but none of them thought of glancing upward. One swing of my tail sent them both into the brick wall, guns clattering.
My omega stood frozen, gaping up at me. He was so pale.
Terrified.
Talons scraping down the walls, I came crashing into the narrow street. There was not enough room to land properly, and as I flapped my wings to slow down my fall, I sent plaster and dust all over the place.
I grabbed him as he was, wrapping my claws around him, and climbed up, bracing my hind legs against the opposite walls until I was high enough to spread my wings above the rooftops. Some bricks broke out and fell. One of the alphas groaned in pain on impact. Good.
Diving above the roof, I picked up my suit jacket with my hind claws. The boy screamed, the sound like a stab to my heart.
He probably thought he was worse off. Instead of two armed alphas, he was now being kidnapped by a mythical creature the size of a small Boeing.
What the fuck are you doing, Davidson?
Ardaine glittered around us as I flew through the night. Good thing people couldn’t see me in flight without sunlight, or I’d be all over the news tomorrow. Even so, I gave a wide berth to the two police helicopters I noticed above the cityscape.
The omega, Mr. Chase, was whimpering, shaking like a leaf. I tucked him to my chest to shield him from the wind. He’d be in shock.
But what else was I supposed to have done? Let them take him away from me? I’d just found him. I needed to get him home. Holding him tight, I pushed against the breeze, gathering speed.
Leaving the crowded city behind me, I landed on my property ten minutes later. The house was dark, all staff gone for the night. I put the omega on his feet, and he crumbled to his knees.
I had to shift before he took a better look at me. Closing my eyes, I went through the ordeal, the familiar snapping and whooshing sounds spreading through the still night air.
In a few seconds, I stood naked on my lawn, holding my suit jacket in my hand.
The omega glanced up at me, mouth open. He was shaking. The night was hot, and I hadn’t flown too high, so he shouldn’t be freezing. It must have been fear that made him tremble.