Chapter 18 The Dragon’s Eyes
The Dragon’s Eyes
Leo
Wide awake, I watched my alpha sleep. He lay on his side, one arm thrown over my torso possessively, snoring a little.
In the near darkness, I could just distinguish his frowny eyebrows and prominent nose, the lines on his forehead and by his mouth, the contours of his short, thick beard.
My palm itched with the need to stroke it.
My Master.
It had been mere days, but I knew his face better than my own.
When I closed my eyes, I saw it on the insides of my eyelids.
I ran my hand over his forearm where it lay on my chest. My pecs were bloated again, full of what he called lover’s milk, and my nipples ached.
They were bigger now, drawn out from nursing him, and so sensitive that just a brush of fabric over my torso made me hyperaware of them.
Looking at Davidson’s slightly parted lips, I struggled not to move.
I didn’t want to wake him, but I was so turned on. Again. Or still.
I’d always had a high libido. I loved fucking.
I’d done it all, including orgies and club gang bangs, until that one night at Fabio’s had put a stop to that.
But never had I desired anyone as much as I desired Davidson Sullivan.
All the time, again and again, in whichever way he wanted me. All other men had ceased to exist.
He was gorgeous. Breathtakingly so. His stern face softened in his sleep, and I wanted to rain kisses all over his cheeks and nose and forehead.
To nuzzle his beard and kiss down his throat.
The next snore got a little louder, and his nose twitched.
So cute. His eyebrows drew together, and his eyelids fluttered.
Was he waking up? His arm tightened around me, drawing me closer, and he rubbed his face against my left pec.
A kiss. Another. Oh yes, please. He was awake. Or at least awake enough to touch me.
He trailed kisses over my pectoral until he found a nipple. Opening his mouth wide, he sucked it in, and I sighed with relief. The milk tingled through the tip, and sweet tendrils of pleasure spread through my chest.
I couldn’t hold my moans in. Davidson sucked forcefully, getting on his knees above me.
Straddling me, he grabbed my arms and put them above my head.
His heavy cock brushed my thigh. He gripped my wrists together with one hand and switched to the other nipple.
Holding me down, he took and took, emptying both sides.
With his other hand, he stroked my cock, until I was close to coming.
He must have felt it because he tugged on the piercing at the tip painfully enough to cut off my climax.
I wailed. My crease was wet with fresh slick, hole aching.
He let go of my nipple and rose above me, reaching for the lamp. Dim light flooded the room.
“Did you want to look at me?” he asked, smirking.
I was so aroused, so desperate, I could barely speak. I wriggled, but he kept me pinned to the bed with a firm hold on my wrists and sat on my legs.
“I felt you looking at me. What did you think about?”
“I…”
Genius that he was, he took the piercing in my cock between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on it again. Holy hell. The tug went straight into my abdomen. Not painful but not really pleasant either.
“Tell me, darling. What did you think about when you watched me sleep?”
“About how much I want you.”
He smiled and stroked my cock with his warm hand. “Do you know what woke me up?”
“No, Master.”
“The scent of fresh slick and lover’s milk. I could smell how horny you were.”
He tightened his grip on my dick, and I bit my tongue. I didn’t want to come like this, without anything inside me, but how he loomed over me, holding me immobile, pushed all my buttons.
I was trembling, trying to hold my climax at bay, when he let go.
I exhaled with relief. He put his knee between my thighs, spreading them, then he reached for his pillow and stuffed it under my ass.
I lifted my legs, and Davidson grinned, amused by my eagerness.
He let go of my wrists and gripped my legs under my knees, folding me in half.
The blunt pressure on my hole was familiar now.
Instinctively, I pushed to meet him, my rim widened, and his cockhead popped in.
Oh yes. So easy. It shouldn’t have been this easy, not with our size difference and the shape of him, but my body was changing for him just like he’d said.
My middle felt loose and relaxed, my pelvis and hips almost jellified, and my inner muscles gave way with no resistance at all.
He stared down at me as he slowly inched forward, filling me up, past the ridges, to the enlarged knot, and deeper still.
And my insides just swallowed him up. The play of emotion in his features…
His eyes looked fierce at first, almost angry, his eyebrows drawn together in a devious frown, but then they gentled, the lines on his forehead smoothed out, and his lips parted on a sigh.
“You’re stunning,” he murmured. I would have said the same thing. His lips turned up at the corners, and he pushed harder until he was nestled in me to the root.
I struggled to breathe, but then he slid slowly out, to the tip, and back in, knocking a joyous moan out of me.
He pumped his hips, slowly but with force, dragging his huge, ridged cock through the sensitive tissue in my hole, and my body exploded with a flurry of sparkles.
Nothing had ever felt like this. Never. Everything seemed perfect with Davidson.
From the size and weight of him in me, the depth and speed of his thrusts, the scent coming from his bare chest as he loomed above me to the hot grip of his hands on the back of my thighs.
My pleasure climbed steadily higher, my ass gushed slick, and my cock twitched on my abdomen.
“You know what’s most beautiful?”
I could only moan.
“I can see the orgasm in your face. Just a few more thrusts.” Oh God. The pressure. “That’s it. Your eyes when you try to keep them open. Just a little more. One, two, three. You’re going to come now.”
He was right. As soon as he said it, I cried out, throwing my head back. The sparkles became fireworks.
“So beautiful. My love. You’re so beautiful when you come. Leo. Darling.”
Oh, I loved it when he growled. Like a true monster. He put his weight on me and snapped his hips, deep, his cockhead pushing on the mouth to my womb, and my climax flared once more.
He found my lips, and I tried to kiss him while I still shivered with aftershocks.
After a while, he pulled out of me and lowered my legs. He brushed my hole with his thumb.
“Clench tight, omega.”
It wasn’t easy so soon after he’d stretched me.
“C’mon. You don’t want to make a mess of the sheets, do you?”
I did my best to obey. He tapped my closed hole and kissed the tip of my nose. Knee-walking on the mattress, he came to straddle my torso and cupped my nape.
“Clean me up.”
His voice was deep and firm, and the order went straight into my gut. I was breathing only because he’d allowed it.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I mouthed his cock. He held it around the root, and I licked and suckled, swallowing everything while he held my head.
“That’s enough.”
I gave the slit one last kiss, and Davidson smiled down at me.
“Good omega,” he said before turning the lamp off and plunging us into darkness.
I felt him move around, the mattress dipping. Then his big arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me to his chest, and I snuggled into his embrace. He placed one hand over my ass possessively and pushed a finger into me.
“Now sleep,” he ordered.
I grinned in the dark. As if he could order my brain to turn itself off. That would have been amazing if he could do that. Except it worked. I fell asleep within minutes.
I woke up to Davidson’s face right in front of mine. He smiled blissfully and ran a finger down my cheek. I was barely conscious, but his tender expression made me grin back.
“Morning, my little omega.”
He traced his hand over my chest, circling my nipples, then down my belly. He cupped it, and instantly, I knew we were both thinking the same thing.
I wanted it. With my soul, with every atom in my body. And in just a few days, it could be real. I’d be pregnant.
If I could snuff out the last niggles of doubt, I’d be floating on cloud nine.
Davidson circled my stomach with his hot palm.
“You can change your mind,” he said, apparently reading my mind. “I’ll never hold it against you.”
I shook my head and opened my mouth to reassure him, but he put a finger on my lips. “Shh. We have time.”
Then he slithered down my body and sucked my cock into his mouth.
He pushed his fingers into me, curling them upward, and I groaned with relief.
Within a minute, I spilled onto his tongue.
Straddling my head, he fucked my face, and after he came into my mouth, I thanked him for his cum like the good boy I was swiftly becoming.
He cuddled me to his broad chest and kissed my forehead.
“Love your mouth on my cock, my little fuckhole.”
“I’ll suck you anytime.”
“Anytime? Really?” He chuckled.
“Yes. I could put a pillow on the floor under your desk in the office and just stay there, sucking you every other hour and licking your balls in between.”
The sound of his laughter sent tingles down my spine. Rumbling, deep, and so joyous. I needed to try making him laugh more often. “I might actually ask you to do that one day. What a way to get through a chain of tedious meetings.”
“You only have to give an order, Master. I love kneeling for you. Whether it’s on all fours so you can fuck my ass, or to suck your dick, or to tie your shoelaces.”