Chapter Ten
Whisper
It felt like a dream, the shift of my body, stretching out with magic, a form I’d dreamed of my entire life, slender, long.
My reflection in the soaking pools showed me white like pearls and diamonds and when Marcus kissed me, the other dragons one by one shifted back, having given us a blessing I couldn’t understand.
I wasn’t no bobcat at all. I was a dragon.
It felt like some sort of grand ceremony as everyone approached us in bare human form, save for little Nula who watched at the shoreline, chubby tail swishing.
A bowl filled with water from Morris’s hands, stone heavy and dark, worn from ages.
He tilted it over my head, and the rich minerals breathed into me, my flesh tingling.
And so too did he douse Marcus. One by one, they passed the bowl, filling it and dumping it over us until Morris spoke.
“And with this water, you will shed your skin. As thousands of years before, our kind has always done. And all those who came before, all blighted memories and unwanted touch, it washes away. No mark will remain.”
Morris said this as he stared at me, knowing in his forever-deep eyes. “You are a dragon’s treasure, now, and belong to no other. Kill those who would defile your mate’s treasure. Protect his hoard as you will protect your young.”
Morris blew flame into the bowl and, like liquid, it pooled. With fire spilling over the edges, he lifted the bowl and poured it over us both, letting the heat take us, dry us, and welcome us into something I’d never been a part of.
Marcus hefted me and carried me away, the rest of the compound a blur as he took me to his hoard and nest.
Early that morning, I’d cleaned the main part of his home and had avoided his bedroom and the hoard.
Marcus brought me into the low-lit space and crashed down against me in a spill of coins and strung jewels.
It cooled me, the metal, taming the fire within.
His kiss took me by storm and, against my own belief, my cock rose to attention, the foreskin prying back to reveal my weeping tip.
Sweet precum invaded my senses as I fought to mouth what I wanted—something I couldn’t explain with a headshake or a nod.
He fisted my cock with a gentle grasp, stroking the hardness as he kissed me once more.
Our tongues slid against one another, soft pink warmth and wetness driving my cock impossibly hard, throbbing under his gentle strokes.
He rumbled with pleasure, too feral for words.
The heat had made me sweat, pooling between my thighs, and he kissed his way down my chest, snarling with pleasure.
His long tongue flicked the circle of my navel and he kissed the freckles over my body, the things a sign of something I never knew to check.
His mouth engulfed my cock, treating me like I was worth the attention, and still the sweat pooled and my cheeks burned.
He kissed lower, and I snapped my legs closed, pulling away from him.
He stared at me with a feral heat growing in his eyes. Dark, crystalline, like smoky diamonds. He studied me as I mouthed a shameful word. Sweaty.
“Doesn’t matter. You smell divine.” Marcus leaned forward once more, and I shook my head.
Sweat. There. I flinched as his brow furrowed and he caged me in with his arms, hand caressing my thighs with gentle touch to pry my legs apart.
“Sweat?” An almost-amused look passed over Marcus’s face as he halted his sensual touch. I was going to come all over my belly if he kept doing it, but I hated being sweaty when I could be clean for him. “Between your legs?”
I nodded. Of all the times to get crotch sweat. I’d never wanted sex like this before. I’d never wanted to hold my ass up for an alpha, but a glimmer in his eyes eased my worry.
“Can I feel it? If you don’t like it, we can go to the shower. I promise.” He took his time with gentle strokes along my thighs, rough hands on smooth skin. I panted, writhing in place until I gave him a sharp nod and closed my eyes.
His wandering hand slid around my bottom, fingertips caressing the wetness along my ass, fingers gently circling my hole that burned with want. His breath shuddered as he did so. “Here? This?”
Dirty, I mouthed. But he didn’t respond, and I opened an eye to watch his heated expression turn dark.
“This is not sweat.” A growl in his voice made my body want to submit, and I spread my legs, part of me enjoying the dirty sensation. “This is slick.”
I stared at him with unease.
“Have you never had this?” He toyed his fingers through the wetness, the contact slippery and sending my cock into sharp jerks.
I shook my head.
“Whisper.” Marcus leaned over and brushed his lips over my cheek then ear, tapping his fingers against my entrance. “When an omega wants to be fucked, this happens.”
The unsaid words hung in the air. Because you’ve never wanted it before.
“It’s natural lube. Do you want to feel?” He glided his fingers against my hole and I nodded once, earning a gentle pressure against it, a single finger sliding inside so much easier than if I’d used petroleum jelly. I loved it. I breathed through the pleasure, my throat squeaking as I trembled.
I nodded encouragingly, wanting more, arching my hips up to get one little scooch more to tickle that spot within me that only ever so rarely felt good. He made me believe an omega could come during sex.
A second finger joined the first, and I sighed in bliss, cock jerking as a spurt of precum graced my chest. Marcus leaned down to lick it up.
My vision whited out as the sting and pressure increased, my hole accepting another digit so easily.
More! I mouthed the word, smacking his arm with little pats of encouragement, and he pulled his fingers free, robbing me of that bliss.
I didn’t have to wait long before he slid into me, sheathing his cock inside of me with a gentle glide, slowly sinking into my depths in a way no bobcat ever had. “A little warning, kitty. My alpha father was wolven. I may be a dragon, but I have some wolf features.”
I had a sneaking suspicion of what he was going to say. I’d heard talk. Not a lot of talk, but when he leaned to whisper against my ear, “Will you take my knot?”
Yep, that did it. I clenched around his cock, and my own erupted with fat white stripes arcing over my chest. The hiss of breath I unleashed finished with a squeak of sound from my throat that had me surprised.
I could rarely make a noise, no friction in those muscles, my vocal cords limp and unused.
The thought left me in an instant as Marcus drew back and in again, sawing his hips against my own to keep my pleasure suspended in midair.
Again, he licked my chest clean, slow movements gaining pace as my cock rose to attention once more, barely softening before another orgasm demanded its way from me.
This time, a strangled noise hitched at the end of my breath and it seemed to spur Marcus on, hips gaining speed, changing angle, stroking right into that little spot that made my entire body want to flail like a squirrel I saw on an electric fence once.
I imagined that was what the critter was feeling, but I supposed it wasn’t as nice as what Marcus was doing.
He pounded into me, lifting my thighs, bracing me as coins slid and fell.
Every tumble of metal and glitter in my eye made the little voice in my head so fucking proud.
My mate had gold to show for me. My mate had given some of his hoard to take me.
Smoke trailed my lips as a flick of flame heralded another rising sensation of pleasure.
“Gonna come. Relax.” His eyes opened, urgency plain on his strong face.
His arms flexed, muscles bulged as he rutted into me and I stared down the length of my body as his abs flexed and crunched with vivid strain until his posture stuttered, he groaned out, and I threw my head back at the fat, invading flesh swelling just behind my ring.
It was too much, the pressure locking me to him, my heart thundering in my chest, and I belted out a sharp breath at full strength, a siren playing in my ears as my throat clenched.
Marcus shouted over the siren and snarled, hips jerking as the wail died down, halting as cum shot up my chest in thick ropes again, splattering over my sticky skin as I relished the sensation of hot jizz swimming deep into my belly.
No marking me. No using me as a toy. He locked to me and snarled, breath heaving. “Whisper…”
I met his eyes; his face morphed into soft awe as he brought his hand to my neck, thumb caressing my Adam’s apple. He stroked over it. “Kittycat. You—you cried out?”
I tilted my head, finding the gesture tiring, my heaving chest aching from strain.
“Did you hear yourself?” Marcus leaned down to kiss me, soft noises, more tender than his voice, seemed to vibrate in my throat. They jarred me, like it made my ears buzz.
With a gentle gesture, my hands cupped my ears, itching at them as if the internal tickling sensation needed to be chased out.
That buzzing feeling was sound, though. He leaned in to touch his nose and lips just behind my ear and hummed—the same tickling sensation.
He drew back with a grin that I must have mirrored because a beautiful tear of joy slid down his cheek. “You made a sound.”
I wished I had my pen and paper, but my dragon seemed to want to help me. I did! I make small sound. Throat doesn’t know how to.
“It’s okay. Shh.” Marcus cringed as our jostling made his cock twitch inside me, earning another buzzing of my ears and siren that I realized was my voice.
“Mm-Marrrr-cuss.” I tried to hold onto that sensation of friction in my throat, moving my tongue in such a way to make the sound.
My R’s sounded more like W’s, and it occurred to me that maybe the mouthing of words I did didn’t quite match up to what they sounded like. Probably needed to work on that.
He kissed me, silencing my thoughts. “Your first word and you wasted it on my name.”
It wasn’t a waste. It was beautiful. I gave him a playful smile and wriggled my hips. “B-big. Cock.”
Note to self, my G’s sound like K’s. Work on it.
“Now those are some beautiful second words, my love.” Marcus kissed me as his knot rescinded and soft cock slipped free.
Cum and slick got all over his gold, but he didn’t seem to mind as he kissed me stupid once more.
“Shift with me. Then, I’m going to fuck you.
I’m going to breed you. I’ll put my seed so deep into you that your belly will round with my egg. ”
I nodded. I didn’t know much about making babies, having never had a heat and all, but my dragon agreed that I needed a nest and would make a fine young for my mate.
“And once your skin sheds, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I promise.” He kissed me as we rolled around.
Flesh turned to scale, our bigger forms more cramped in his hoard room, but it was spacious enough.
Will make it bigger for you. I promise. His dragon snarled to me as we twisted our tails together, and he took me with his thick cock in every way he could get my dragon as my scales stung and stretched.
My skin felt like a turkey straight from the oven, ready to split and burst free with juices.
Marcus nuzzled over me, curling with me as patches of his scales split and revealed glistening scales beneath.
I wasn’t sure where one body began and the other ended, but when I was more raw than I’d ever been in my life, I snuggled up with him and closed my eyes. My dragon rumbled with contentment.
Sleep, kitty. When we wake, all the bad will be just a memory.