Chapter 38
Gregory
My command filled the cabin, as thick as the jasmine-laced scent of arousal pouring from him. Evan stood frozen between my knees, a vision of pale skin and trembling limbs, entirely at my mercy.
His whole body shuddered with the force of his own heat. The room was saturated with it. That night-blooming jasmine had turned into an intoxicating, aching plea. The taste of his nectar, that holy sin I’d sampled, still coated my tongue, a sweet addiction that ignited my senses.
The beast inside me thrashed, demanding I take him, rut him, and fill him until he screamed my name.
The true monster scratched at the door, and I was terrified of what Evan would see if I let it out.
I would not let my sweet mate, this fierce man from another world, be broken by the very thing I fought to control.
He was all instinct, a submissive omega in the grip of a heat he didn’t understand.
The crystals threw fractured rainbows over his damp skin, highlighting the wet trail that ran from his entrance down the inside of his thigh. The hearth was cold, but the warm temperature in the room was a living thing radiating from our skin.
He struggled with the leather clasps of my doublet, shaking so violently he couldn’t get a purchase. He let out a small, frustrated whimper that sounded like a sob torn from his lips. He tried again, his knuckles brushing my shirt, but the clasp held while he unraveled.
A fresh wave of fluid traced a path down his leg. His failure and his complete surrender to this state nearly snapped my control.
I leaned forward. “You’re making a mess.”
His breath hitched, and he tried to speak, but only a gasp escaped. I reached between his quaking, scorching thighs, found his entrance again, and pushed one finger inside. Evan cried out, his back bowing as his hips tried to meet the intrusion. He was so tight and wet.
“Will this help you concentrate?” I asked while rubbing over his swollen rim. “Or is this distracting you more?”
He moaned, teeth sinking into his lower lip. “Yes,” he panted.
Evan went back to the clasps. His hands were still clumsy, but now frantic. I added a second finger to draw out the stretch as he quivered and clenched around me. He was built for this, made to take me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged.
He whined at my probing, but managed to undo the first clasp, and then the second. The thick fabric of the doublet split open, revealing the linen tunic underneath. He breathed heavily, his entire being fixed on the task and the sensation of my fingers inside him.
He fumbled with the last button, and he was so close I gave a final deep push inside to brush the one spot that would undo him.
Evan cried out, a high, pleasure-filled shout as his hips bucked and violent spasms seized his frame.
He climaxed, spilling from his length to splatter across my trousers.
The last button came free, and I slipped my fingers from him. He whimpered at the loss.
Good.
I shrugged off the doublet from my shoulders and let it fall to the floorboards.
The tunic followed, settling on top of it.
The cool air of the cabin hit my bare torso, doing nothing to tame the fire in my blood.
My breeches strained against my hips, an agonizing constraint.
I reached down, never breaking eye contact with him.
Wasting no time on laces, I hooked the waistband and yanked. The fabric shrieked as it gave way, and the ruined leather slid down my legs to pool in a dark heap around my boots. My cock sprang free, heavy and straining.
Evan’s attention dropped and locked onto it. The hunger in his face became devouring. His lips parted, a sheen of moisture coating them.
I gripped my length, stroking once, twice. The need burned like fire. A pearl of my seed wept from the tip, glistening in the crystal light.
I wanted him to beg. “Kneel.”
He fell to his knees without hesitation, landing heavily to bring his face level with my lap.
A shudder ran through him, but he leaned forward to rest his cheek against my thigh.
Finding his balance, he brought his hand up, his fingers unsteady as they brushed the hair on my leg.
He traced upward to find the heaviness of my knot where it joined my body.
Fixing my gaze on his fiery copper hair shining in the glow, I threaded my fingers through the strands and tugged gently, forcing him to tilt his head back until our eyes met. “Do you want to taste it, my sweet Evan?” I asked. “Is that what you’re waiting for?”
He nuzzled into my thigh, dragging his cheek along the muscle in a desperate, wordless response.
Moving back only to adjust his position, he braced himself on his knees as he wrapped his fingers firmly around my length.
He gulped visibly before parting his lips to let his tongue peek out and touch the tip.
The second my flavor hit his tongue, he ignited. His emerald gaze became predatory and absolute. A low purr rumbled through his chest as he wrapped his lips around me.
The inside of his mouth burned like a furnace, stretching to take my girth. Evan gagged, his throat muscles spasming, but the emerald glow coating his skin only brightened. He was fighting his own body to please me. He began to bob his head in a slow, clumsy attempt to take me deeper.
A low groan ripped from my chest as he picked up his pace. His head moved faster, the wet suction of his mouth a maddening friction. My control snapped, and I twisted my grip in his hair to clutch the copper strands at his nape. “Yes,” I growled, thrusting forward to sink my cock down his throat.
I was on the very brink. The sight of Evan, my omega, wrecked and worshiping at my lap, was all it took.
A few more deep strokes against the back of his throat, and my release detonated.
I roared, my hips bucking as I pumped my climax into his mouth.
I held him there, forcing him to take all of it.
His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and a small, choked gasp caught in his breath, but he didn’t retreat.
My tremors eased. I loosened my hold and parted from him. Evan was a beautiful mess, with moisture shining on his chin. “Don’t swallow. Open your mouth.”
He obeyed and lifted his chin. His lips parted, showing my seed thick and white on his tongue, dripping from the corners of his mouth.
I leaned forward to capture his lips with mine.
I kissed him, a brutal, claiming kiss, and the musky salt of my release mixed with the sweet, intoxicating flavor of his.
I broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to see his flushed, dazed face. I lifted him from the floor, holding him as if he weighed nothing. He scrambled, his limbs searching for support.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
He responded at once, his thighs circling me, and his ankles locked behind my back. I was still seated, but he was now straddling my lap, held aloft by my grasp on his hips. I positioned the head of my cock against his dripping entrance. “My mate,” I whispered, “you are going to take every inch.”
“Give it all,” he panted. “Please… Alpha.”
That was all the permission I needed. I answered his plea and drove up in a single, brutal thrust. I buried myself to the hilt, filling him completely.
Hoarse sobs tore from his lungs as his body bowed on my lap. He thrashed, a wild, beautiful thing trying to take the length of me.
Every thrust was a punctuation mark, a claim.
The red fog of the rut I’d feared so much was closing in.
The beast was loose. Pressure built at my temples as my skin stretched tight, and my vision narrowed.
The horns were forcing themselves out. Hard, black scales prickled along my arms and shoulders.
Before he could see the monster he was fucking, I grabbed the back of his head, digging into his hair. My other arm wrapped around his waist like steel, crushing him toward me. I pinned him tightly against my body, burying his face in my neck.
“Mine,” I rumbled. Angling my head to expose the slope of his muscle, I bit down hard on his shoulder in a punishing mark, tasting the coppery tang of his blood. He shouted into my skin as I continued to pound into him, savage and uncontrolled.
He convulsed against me. A high, keening wail broke from his chest as he came apart with his inner muscles clenching around my length in an agonizing grip.
I slowed as the red haze thinned to fear; Evan sagged in my arms, boneless. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d broken him, until his breath warmed my skin. I eased my grip and grabbed his arms to pry him back. “Evan? Sweet Evan, eyes on me.”
He was dazed, his pupils blown wide, but he was breathing. He reached up unsteadily, brushing my jaw with his fingers. He stroked the rough, emerging scales, and the touch was gentle and accepting. The caress traveled up to explore the ridges of the horns I’d tried to keep him from seeing.
“Gregory. You don’t have to hide.” He followed the horn’s curve with his thumb. “I’ll take it. I’ll take all of you.”
My chest tightened. “Even the mating bite?” I asked. “The one that binds you for life?”
“My life is already yours.”
I rested my forehead against his. “Always,” I vowed. The word was a growl, a promise. I needed him again, so I caught his hips to lift him just enough for his feet to find the floor. He stood between my knees, pliant and dazed.
I gently turned his body until his back was against my chest. He was still slick and so open for me. I lowered him onto my lap, guiding him to my cock and slid inside him again with a slow, deep sense of possession. Evan sucked in a sharp breath as he let his head fall back against my shoulder.
“Are you ready?” I asked, fighting against the beast that demanded I take him.
“Yes,” Evan sobbed.
I braced my feet and surged up from the chair, gripping his hips to take his full weight as I kept him impaled on my cock. He cried out at the motion and threw his arms back up to lock around my neck while clamping his legs tight around my thighs, holding on.
I moved wildly, hammering into him. I buried my face in his neck, nuzzling the soft skin, and swept my tongue out in a wet, hot trail from his pulse point to his shoulder.
He tasted of salt and his own sweet jasmine.
I found the scent gland pulsing beneath the surface, the sacred spot waiting for me.
I extended my canines further, scraping against his skin, aching for the final, binding claim.
I bit down.
He shrieked, a piercing cry as my teeth sank into his mating gland. “It burns!” he cried out, his body convulsing.
The heat was my draconic blood, my very essence pouring into him, claiming him. His orgasm ripped through him as my own exploded. I roared, my seed flooding him as my knot swelled to keep me inside him, locking him to me for eternity.