Chapter 5 Seriously?
Seriously?
Davidson
I woke up to an intense ache in my groin and a powerful scent burning through my nostrils. It permeated the sheets, and when I took a deep breath, the ache intensified.
Then I remembered. Leonard Chase, the most beautiful man I’d ever met, was in my bed. But that didn’t explain my strong physical reaction. I’d fucked him into next week—I should be sated and fast asleep and not worked up as if I’d edged myself for days.
I peeled my eyes open, finding his naked shoulder right in front of my nose.
Fuck. He smelled even better than last night, sweaty and used, covered with dry slick and old cum.
Filthy. Images from earlier flooded my sleepy brain, making my cock throb.
How his pretty mouth opened on a wail, his swollen, tearful eyes stared up at me, his reddened nipples, my handprints all over his pale ass, his pucker, raw and open, it glistened, and my dick drove inside, stretching it impossibly wide…
Front and center was the memory of his hot body hugging my dick root to tip, twitching and clenching with his orgasm, sucking my cum out of me.
Mate, the dragon insisted.
But I refused to accept that. Him? Leonard was the prototype for all the omegas I despised.
Gorgeous and fully aware of it, used to wielding his assets like a weapon, spoiled, rich, self-centered, and so bored he frequented sex parties with prostitutes.
I could very well imagine how he’d ended up in the mess he was in.
He dated all the wrong men, toying with them, cheating on them, and then he was surprised he found himself in a back alley with guns aimed at him.
No. He wasn’t my mate. I couldn’t start a family with such a man.
I was just frustrated, and he smelled good.
So good.
Anger mingled with arousal, making my heart pound. To hell with it. Mate or no mate, I wanted into that hole. I wrapped my arm around him and tugged him to me. Moaning, he rubbed his ass against my twitching erection. Even unconscious, he acted like a slut.
I dug my fingers into his inner thigh and spread his legs roughly. He jerked, giving out a quiet whimper.
The dragon snarled, aghast. Shocked by my own behavior, I loosened my grip.
I was angry, yes, but I didn’t want to hurt Leo.
I smoothed my hand over his skin in apology, and he reached between us, running his fingers along my erection. He was definitely awake now.
He twisted his torso and turned his head back so he could kiss my jaw, the gesture surprisingly tender. My heart picked up.
What a hypocrite I was.
I berated this boy for going to a party I myself went to, for acting horny, flirting with me, and taunting me when it was what I’d wanted. I had no idea what had brought him all the way into that alley. I had no right to judge him.
“I’m sorry…” I stopped mid-sentence. What was I apologizing for? My thoughts?
I couldn’t make sense of the mess in my head, but the physical need I felt toward Leo almost brought tears to my eyes.
He fisted my dick, just underneath the head, and I shuddered from the sensation. I’d think later. Now I had to fuck.
I dragged his questing hand away and locked his wrists above his head.
I could easily hold them both in one hand.
My muscles pulsed with strength, demanding an outlet.
I found his hole with my fingers, and he whined needily when I brushed his opening.
It was still wet, swollen, and sloppy. Fucked out.
The traces of our coupling, the marks I’d left on him, only made me desire him more.
“You want it again?”
“Yes. Go deep and come in me.”
No more words were needed, no preparation—he was open and loose.
Pulling his ass cheek to the side, I lined up and glided home.
His silky flesh molded itself around my cock, covering it with a layer of slippery liquid.
My cockhead felt incredibly sensitive, and the slick heat sliding against the tip sent currents of electricity through me.
Had anyone ever felt this good impaled on my dick?
Knowing why he was so dirty and wet, that I was plowing through the remnants of my own cum, turned my blood to lava.
I held him in place and fucked, chasing my orgasm, until I all but pounded into him.
Incubus that he was, he came wailing and sobbing, his ass squeezing me tight, drawing the cum out of me.
My orgasm raged through me in a series of explosions, making me roar and buck and maul Leo like a mindless animal.
It dissolved in tingles, and I clutched Leo to me, my hips pumping, my cockhead buried somewhere in the very center of his lithe body.
I liked the weak, pitiful sounds he made.
“Yeah, so deep. Love it deep,” he muttered. “For an old man, you’re a beast.” He chuckled sleepily.
I should cane his ass purple for that casual comment alone. Instead, I snapped my hips once more, and he yelped as if I’d stabbed him.
“Fuck, you’re huge. Hurts so good.”
“You like it when it hurts?”
“Mmm. Love it. Your big cock punched my womb. Made me come so hard.”
“Greedy cockslut. How about I wake you up in a few hours and do you again?”
“You can wreck my hole. Use me all night.”
“By morning, you won’t be able to walk.”
“Deal.”
I stayed in him, my dick softening ever so slowly, and he seemed to fall asleep within a minute.
Leo was a menace, but when I made him shut up and take it, he turned into a sweet little nympho.
Was he even aware of how many times he’d gasped “please” and “thank you” while I’d called him names and used him like a thing?
I liked that he became all pliant when he got enough dick, his voice losing its sarcastic edge.
I wondered how hard and often I’d have to do him if I wanted him to act nice all day long. It would be fun to try.
I stroked his skinny torso down to the gentle swell underneath his bellybutton.
And I froze.
What?
No.
With my palm on his lower belly, I felt the subtle cushion that most certainly had not been there last night.
I acted on autopilot, my mind blank.
I pulled out of him, and he rolled onto his back in his sleep, his arm covering his forehead.
His lips were parted in a subtle smile. He looked so content, as if he was having the most pleasant dream, and his inhumanly beautiful face seemed younger, almost innocent, without the smirk he wore like armor.
With my heart trying to beat its way out of my ribcage, I looked at his chest and gasped.
His pecs were swollen already, beautifully rounded, the perfect size to fill my palms. His nipples stuck out atop the soft mounds, cherry red, enlarged from the changes in his body.
And yes, his underbelly curved just enough to make it noticeable.
I bent over him and nuzzled next to his nipple, pulling in the scent.
I closed my eyes.
My mate.
After all those years, my mate was here, in my bed, sleeping peacefully while his chest filled with lover’s milk and his womb uncoiled to welcome my cum.
Of course, the dragon had been right. I was a fool to argue with my nature in the first place.
The most beautiful man in the world was my mate, and he was as broken as they come.
But I wasn’t whole either. And after how I’d treated some of the omegas I’d fucked, maybe I deserved this.
I kissed one sweet nub, hunger twisting my stomach. My body knew what to do—it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I opened my mouth and pulled one straining nipple in. After only a few gentle sucks, the taste poured onto my tongue.
Suddenly, I wasn’t all that angry anymore.
Leo didn’t even wake up, but he hummed from his dream.
Carefully, I suckled on his right pec, drawing in the magical liquid.
It muddled my mind, no doubt chasing the last scraps of my reason away, but I needed it.
I wanted to feel all the love my dragon held for this boy.
Mmm, how his flesh filled my mouth. The taste got more intense, trickling down my throat, and my groin ached anew.
Not caring anymore if I woke him up or not, I rolled us to the other side and sucked his left nipple. I wrapped my arms around him tightly in case he tried to escape me. But his hands dove into my hair, and he moaned ecstatically.
“What are you…” he mumbled, then groaned. “Fuck. That’s… Oh shit, yeah, don’t stop. Yesss.”
He wasn’t entirely awake, or he’d freak out for sure.
He was nursing me, and if he were fully conscious, he’d realize it wasn’t something human omegas could do unless they’d given birth.
But I kept him under the spell with firm pulls of my mouth, and the weak trickle of lover’s milk got stronger the longer I sucked.
“Davidson…” His fingers tightened in my hair. “You’ll make me come again.”
I skimmed my hand over his hip and dove into his crease. I shoved two fingers into his fucked-out hole and pumped, my cum frothing and squelching around them.
The orgasm made him keen, his body twitching and shivering, his hole fluttering around my fingers. His nipple squirted into my mouth, and I quickly latched on to the other one while he bowed with a second wave of pleasure.
I gorged myself on his flavor, and with every drop, my determination grew, chasing the anger away.
I have a mate. Finally, I’ve found him. And no matter how spoiled or obstinate he is, he’s going to love me.
Love. The idea lifted years of pain and bitterness from my shoulders.
This breathtaking man was going to love me.
“How did you do that?” he murmured, sounding dazed. Sleepy and confused, he hadn’t even noticed the flow of lover’s milk. To him it probably seemed like I’d sucked his nipples to orgasm.
I kissed the raw nubs and nuzzled his sternum. “Good?”
“Fucking amazing.”
“It’s still early. Sleep.”
“Can I just get some water?”
Sated, no doubt already affected by the bonding, he sounded gentle and sweet.
After wiping my hand on the sheet, I handed him the glass from the nightstand, and he drank eagerly. Then he plopped back on the pillows.
“I’m all mellow,” he slurred, his words barely understandable.
I lay down beside him while he wiggled into a comfortable position on his side. He sighed.
“Never knew my nipples could be so sensitive. That was epic.”
Boy, you have no idea what your body can do.
Soon, I would need to tell him and show him, but that could wait a few more hours. I held him, my mind buzzing like a swarm of bees, full of ifs and buts and suspicions. But I always circled back to the one thought shining through everything like a beacon.
I have a mate!
Leonard fell asleep easily, trusting and unaware he was bonding with a dragon.