Chapter 22 That Feeling #2
Davidson lowered himself, putting some of his weight on me. He made wild sounds, snarling, purring, and hissing, and oh, I loved that he was like this. That he bred me like this—me at my weakest and him at his strongest. It was the most perfect and natural thing in the world.
This is who I am. I am a dragon’s mate. This is my purpose and the key to my happiness.
He rocked us, moving deep inside me, his knot pulsating. Was he still coming? Because I was. Endlessly.
He smoothed a clawed hand over my belly and slipped his tongue into my mouth. It was thicker and much longer in this state, and I suckled on it. He thrust it into my throat and fucked me with it. He was claiming every inch of me, invading my body and soul in every way, and it was paradise.
Keeping me buzzing with tiny thrusts, he moved his lips to my ear.
“Mine,” he growled again.
He bit my neck, piercing the skin, and I groaned with another bolt of pleasure.
“I love you,” I managed. My voice seemed to be coming from afar.
“Yes, you do. You’ll love me forever.”
He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, and I keened. He began moving again, and it was way too much. I was bred already, full of cum, his cockhead lodged in the channel to my womb and his knot fully enlarged. I couldn’t take more.
Except of course I could.
Wild wails left my throat, my nipples squirted milk, and I spasmed and twitched like I was having a seizure. I came again. Even harder than before.
The rest became a blur. I felt like a puppet in his huge hands when he held me by my hips, fucking into me while hauling me onto his knot, almost lifting me from the mattress. The unrelenting pleasure became a fireball of energy in my center, pulsating and flaring in waves.
When Davidson spurted inside me the second time, I got delirious. My mind burst with colors, and I started seeing things. It wasn’t unpleasant or scary—I felt perfectly safe—but I was definitely hallucinating.
Davidson’s body got engulfed in flames, his skin golden, and he poured the fire into me, injecting me with raw life, turning me immortal.
His wings covered us, and I floated, my belly warm and tingling on the inside.
My womb felt deliciously full, and I imagined it was overflowing with the same golden liquid that was circulating in Davidson’s veins.
He gave it to me, the dragon magic, and it would cleanse me, take root, and grow inside me.
I was full of love. So much love. I finally knew how love was supposed to feel. I told him, many times over, so he’d know I meant it.
I blinked back to life sometime later. My wrists were free, and I was knotted, but the pressure in my core was gone.
Taking stock, I realized Davidson must have pulled out of the mouth to my womb after he’d come the second time.
I sat straddling his lap, curled to his chest, while he leaned against the headboard.
Dazed, I lifted my head, and my alpha smiled at me. He looked human again.
I grinned and leaned with my back against his bent legs. Glancing down, I carefully palmed my belly with both hands. The sense of satisfaction ran so deep I couldn’t stop smiling. Oh, that felt wonderful. Amazing.
Rough hands covered mine, caressing tenderly. My stomach was subtly rounded, from the heat, the knotting, and the breeding. From now on, it would only grow bigger.
His seed remained in my womb, and it made me so happy and content. There was no room in my heart for any doubts or fears. This was right.
“Leo?” Davidson whispered my name.
I met his copper eyes. He frowned, and I realized I was crying.
“I’m so happy,” I managed. A broken giggle escaped my lips, and Davidson smiled back at me, his face a picture of bliss. “It feels incredible. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He cradled my face, shaking his head. “Are you seriously thanking me right now?” He tugged me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me, peppering kisses all over my face. “I took you, my omega. Took you like a true monster and forcefully bred you. And you’re thanking me.”
“It’s what I wanted. I know it’s the cum in my womb. Hormones. But…”
“Yes?”
“I’m flying.”
He chuckled. “I’m happy too, my love. You make me so happy.”
“I love you.”
He hummed and clutched me tighter, rocking so the knot moved inside me, and I sighed with the heavenly sensation.
“You’re my everything, Leo. I adore you.
” He spoke into my ear in his low, rumbling bass.
I hugged him around his neck and held on, closing my eyes.
The warmth in my core seemed to have developed its own heartbeat, and all the pleasure lingered in there.
A piece of my Master inside me. This had been my purpose, and now I was complete.
I had a long break between waves. I wondered why the heat had to continue when I was already so obviously good and bred, but it seemed nature had to run its course. Not that I was complaining. I looked forward to all the crazy, no-limits sex we were going to have.
But for now, we only lazed around. We had slept deeply and woke up early but rested.
I nursed Davidson in the shower, and he licked my hole, not making me come, only teasing and soothing me.
He kept petting my stomach, and I loved the warmth of his palm under my belly button. We were connected through that spot.
We took a walk in the garden. It was warm already, even with the morning sun still hanging low. I used to hate the cold, rainy summers in Dalton City, but here, one could wear flip-flops from March to November.
After a late breakfast, Davidson watered the plants, which was a time-consuming task with how many he had.
He seemed to approach it as a meditative exercise, slowly walking from pot to pot and refilling the can.
He kept telling me which was what, and I wouldn’t remember all the names, but I listened to his voice as if it were the most captivating music.
I stayed close to him so I could breathe in his scent and feel his body heat, following him like a shadow through the open space downstairs and to his office and back.
Every cell in my body was in love with my alpha.
And I’d been attached throughout a heat before, but that dependence had irritated me.
Now, even though I acted like an imprinted duckling around him, I was content to the marrow of my bones.
I was always meant to be Davidson’s. His extension, his pleasure and joy, his treasure.
I used to be an empty shell of a person, but now I was Davidson’s mate.
I’d given myself away, but I was grateful. Davidson would take care of me better than I could take care of myself. He’d love me more than I could ever love myself.
“You’re quiet, darling. Everything okay?”
I walked into his embrace and nuzzled his chest. I was naked with only an open robe over my shoulders, but he wore a T-shirt and sweats. He ran his hands down my sides and cupped my ass cheeks.
“Yes. Everything’s perfect.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“No. Just relaxed. It’s like time has slowed down, but I love that. I’m savoring every second.”
Grazing my teeth over the hollow between his neck and shoulder, I hummed. My cock was stirring. Maybe another heat wave was coming soon?
“My omega is all knocked up.”
“Finally.”
“How come you’re still horny, then?”
“I love your cock so much. I always want it.”
“Insatiable.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll breed you again, love.”
“Please.”
“I’ll keep pumping your womb full of cum until you’re big and round. I’ll make you so happy, my little animal.”
“Please, Master.”
“I could restrain you again, ass up, your hole like a little cup. And then I’ll pour the cum into you. I’ll stuff you with it until you’re overflowing.”
I moaned and bit his shoulder, my insides squirming. This time, the build-up was slow.
“Do it. We have time. It’s coming but slowly. Tie me up, spank me, hurt me, and breed me again.”
“Bench. Paddle.”
“God, yes.”
“Go upstairs. Wait on the bed and touch your nipples.”
In the bedroom, I hung the robe on a hook by the door and sat on the bed.
I deliberately spread my legs facing the door so he’d see me as soon as he’d come in.
Then I began massaging my pecs. The milk wetted my fingers, and I spread it around my nipples, feeling them pebble.
Mmm, that was nice. My arousal grew steadily, but not nearly as fast as yesterday. I enjoyed the wait.
Davidson came carrying the bench from the sex room.
He set it on the floor by the bed and pulled on a couple of levers.
It had an incline to it, and I could see myself on it, ass higher up than the rest of my body, open and begging to be bred.
The wide leather cuffs were attached to the legs and sides, but there were six of them.
I paused, staring at them, trying to figure out where they were supposed to fit.
“On your belly.”
Then I understood. As soon as I straddled the bench, Davidson pulled on my hips to move me up, my ass hanging over the edge, and my cock bobbing in the air.
He fastened the biggest cuffs around my thighs and one wide belt around my waist. My wrists and ankles were next.
I was positioned as if I were on my knees and elbows, but suspended, my chest supported by the leather cushion.
The position was comfortable, except I couldn’t move a muscle.
“The heat wave is taking its sweet time,” Davidson said, a vague threat in his tone. “I can smell it, but it’s weak. Why is that?”
“My womb is full and happy. You’ve already bred me.”
“I did. But you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Then I have to spank the heat wave out of you, hm?”
“Yes!”
“Hand or paddle?”
“Both.”
“Greedy slut.”
He punctuated his words with a hard smack on my ass, and I groaned. Playing during heat? Yes, please.