Chapter 21 Heat #2
Falling to my knees, I latched on to his hole, and he wailed, his tail end lifting from the bed. I shoved my tongue inside, and Leo came instantly. His slick squirted into my mouth. Strawberries, roses, and a sex-crazed demon in heat.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Please!”
In two seconds, he was impaled to the hilt. My spine prickled, and my skin itched over my shoulder blades—as if my wings were about to burst out.
Leo’s body jerked with my hard thrusts, his nipples quivering and hands grappling at the headboard.
His groans together with the rhythm of wet slaps echoing through the bedroom sounded like the most glorious symphony.
Lover’s milk trickled down his ribs and to his armpits, all of him so open with the heat wave the precious liquid simply poured out.
Bracing my arms by his sides, I bent to lick it off him while my hips kept snapping forward on instinct. Deeper. Faster. Harder.
The taste of milk didn’t help my self-control. My temples stung, but I shut that down, grunting with the effort. Leo didn’t need to see a half-shifted beast during his first heat wave with me.
Squeezing my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, I fucked and fucked, listening to Leo’s orgasms as they came and went.
His hole gripped my cock, hot and greedy.
Only when his moans turned deep and monotone, did I let myself look at him again.
He stared up at me with his mouth open and darkened eyes glazed over.
His face and upper chest glowed pink, and he was covered with glistening droplets.
He kneaded his chest, and more clear milk bubbled up from his nipples.
“My Master,” he murmured, gaze pinned on me. “I’m yours, my Master.”
My self-control broke. My knot grew painfully fast as I clutched Leo’s hips to me.
He let out the most beautiful sound of pleasure, his lips stretching into a wide, mindless smile and his eyes rolling back. The knotting brought him another climax, long and powerful, and he shook with it, even as he was smiling dreamily.
My darling was satisfied.
He slumped under me and slowly reopened his eyes, gasping softly.
“Davidson.” He licked his lips on an exhale. “God, you’re… Oh, Davidson.”
An aftershock made him moan and blink rapidly before he met my gaze again.
“Your eyes,” he said, sounding awed. “You have the dragon’s eyes.”
What?
I swiftly checked my arms and down my torso, but I looked human.
“It’s okay,” Leo said, his tone soothing. “It’s beautiful. You’re so handsome.”
“I…”
In a flash of clarity, I glanced to the left at the closet door mirror.
Fucking hell.
I was perched on top of Leo, lodged inside him, his body tiny and fragile under my humungous form. A silver sheen covered my back and shoulders. The eyes staring at me from the mirror were definitely reptilian. Orange, with thin, oblong pupils.
I closed them and shook my head, checking the mirror again.
Yes, still there.
At least I didn’t half-shift, but damn, I had to get myself under control.
A warm palm caressed my cheek and gently turned my face. Leo was gazing up at me.
“So handsome,” he repeated. “It’s okay. I know it can happen. I don’t mind. I want to see you.”
Unafraid, beaming even, my mate traced my eyebrows with his fingertips. On a deep exhale, he tightened his inner muscles, hugging my knot. He sighed, and his lips curved up in a radiant smile.
“I love you.”
It was the first time he’d said it. His face lit up as if he heard himself whisper those words with the same surprised awe and excitement I felt.
“I love you, Davidson. All of you.”
Covering him with my body, I kissed him.
“I love you,” I murmured against his mouth. “I fucking own you.”
He grinned, then nipped at my lips. Opening his mouth, he let our tongues tangle.
For ages, we just kissed and rolled around, knotted together.
Pleasure ricocheted through our bodies, and Leo sounded like he could come again if I fucked him with the knot.
But we had six more days. I wouldn’t exhaust him this early into the heat.
The pressure in my knot let up slowly, and I pulled out of him.
Leo sighed, stretching his legs.
“Your eyes are human again.”
“Thank fuck.”
He frowned and propped himself up on his elbow. “I know about half-shifted sex. The brochure said there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s natural for dragons.”
“I didn’t want to scare you.”
He smirked and bit his lip. “I’m into monster-fucking, remember?”
Shaking my head, I laughed. “Be serious, omega.”
“I can be serious.” He lifted his chin, looking admirably alert considering I’d just fucked and knotted the hell out of him. “It means you’re going into a rut and can’t control your desire for me. It’d be mind-blowingly hot if you wanted me so much it made you half-shift. I want it to happen.”
Brushing my thumb over his stunning lips, I nuzzled his sweaty face. “I do want you so much. It took all my self-control not to let my wings burst out of my body.”
“Next time, don’t hold back,” he whispered.
“Next time, your womb might be low enough.”
“Uh-huh. And my dragon will breed me.”
He was beaming at the prospect. I grabbed his wrists and pushed him onto his back.
“Your milk is dripping out of you.”
“Will you help me?”
I latched on to his nipple with a playful growl, and Leo’s giggle turned into a moan.