Chapter 4
Nym
I followed the wolf alpha up the winding stairs to the floor above the ballroom where people could get to know each other better in privacy. I never imagined that I’d be going up the stairs with anyone, yet here I was being led by a masked alpha who called himself Dain.
Though he was a smaller predator and my dragon was probably ten times his size, I would still roll over and submit to him given the chance. I had a feeling that once we were behind closed doors, I would be given that chance.
Or we would just talk.
I knew in my heart of hearts that this alpha wouldn’t hurt me. Dain was my mate. My dragon sensed it the moment Dain’s eyes met mine.
Which is why I was allowing myself to be led by him. I’d follow him anywhere.
Once we were behind the closed door, Dain’s mouth was on mine. I wasn’t sure who descended on whom. It was a mutual meeting of lips and bodies. I wanted him just as he wanted me.
His hands found my waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of my tux as he backed me against the door. The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate, like we’d been starved for each other our entire lives. Maybe we had been.
“Fuck,” Dain breathed against my mouth, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes were wild behind the mask, pupils blown wide. “I’ve never been this close to losing control— This has never happened to me before.”
“Me neither,” I admitted, my voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. My dragon was practically purring inside my chest, a sensation I’d only read about in books. “You’re my—”
“Mate,” he finished, the word falling from his lips like a confession. His thumb traced my jawline, tender despite the urgency crackling between us.
“I was going to say first.” Warmth swept over my cheeks, and it had nothing to do with the heat of the arousal in the room.
Admitting that I was a virgin shouldn’t have been this embarrassing.
This was the same alpha I had talked to for the last several hours.
I’d told him how I had named all the plants in my apartment.
Something flickered across Dain’s face. Possession, arousal, surprise?
“I’ll be your only,” he said.
“Yes,” I breathed. That one word was a vow. A promise. He would be my only, and I would be his last. Mates were for life.
His growl was pure satisfaction, vibrating through his chest and into mine where our bodies pressed together. “Good.” The word was barely human, more wolf than man.
Then his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me. My dragon wanted those teeth to bite down, to mark, to claim. It was too soon, we’d just met, but every instinct in my body was screaming that this was right.
“Dain,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his shirt. “I want you. So bad. My body aches to have you inside me.”
He pulled back, and I immediately missed the heat of him. His hand came up to his mask, hesitating for just a moment before he pulled it off.
I stopped breathing.
He was beautiful. Sharp features, dark hair that fell across his forehead, a small scar cutting through his left eyebrow. But it was his eyes that held me captive—amber and gold and utterly wild.
We were moving entirely too slowly. I wanted his skin on mine. My body heated from the inside out until I was sure I would combust.
I tore off my jacket, and then my shirt. The old fabric gave way to my strength and buttons scattered.
Dain chuckled. “I’ll buy you a new shirt. A hundred of them.”
“Or just keep me in your room for eternity, and I’ll never need to wear clothes again.”
His eyes darkened. “Well, well, don’t you know just the right thing to say to an alpha.”
“My alpha,” I said. “Only you.” I needed him to know that this wasn’t the norm for me. I was only like this for him.
“Damn right.”
His hands gripped my backside, and he lifted me up. My legs came around his waist, my mouth back on his. He must’ve walked us toward the bed, because the next thing I knew, I was lying on it.
Dain yanked off my trousers, and then he began removing his clothes.
I gripped my cock, stroking as I watched him.
His eyes locked onto my hand, tracking every movement with predatory focus. “That’s mine,” he said, voice dropping an octave. It was as if that voice spoke in my ear. My body hummed with pleasure.
“Then come claim it,” I challenged, surprising myself with my boldness. But something about him brought it out of me. He made me brave, made me want.
He was on me in an instant, replacing my hand with his own. The contact sent electricity racing up my spine, and I arched into his touch with a broken moan. He stroked my cock like he owned it.
“So responsive,” he murmured, stroking me slowly, almost reverently. “So perfect.”
His free hand explored my body like he was memorizing every line, every curve. When his fingers brushed over my nipple, I jerked beneath him, and he made a satisfied sound low in his throat. He dipped his head and flicked his tongue over my nipple, and I shouted at the sensation.
“Tell me what you need,” Dain said, though his hand never stopped its maddening rhythm.
“You,” I gasped. “Just you. All of you.”
“You’re sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to rush you. We can just explore each other. There are so many ways in which I can bring you pleasure, my mate.” His mouth latched on to my nipple then and he sucked. My hips bucked.
I grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him in for a searing kiss. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Goddess bless, how I want you, Dain. Claim my body. Make me yours.”
“Anything you want, mate. It is yours.”
“I want to be filled with your cum until my belly is swollen with it.”
Dain’s eyes rolled back, and he thrust his hips forward. His large cock made my mouth water. “Oh the things you say, omega mine. I love that filthy mouth.”
The first finger breached me carefully, and I breathed through the unfamiliar intrusion. But Dain was patient, whispering praise against my skin, working me open with a gentleness that contrasted beautifully with the barely restrained hunger in his eyes.
“More,” I demanded when I couldn’t take the slow pace anymore. My dragon was clawing at the inside of my chest, demanding our mate complete the bond.
“Greedy,” Dain said with a dark chuckle, but he complied, adding another finger. The stretch burned in the best way, and when he crooked them just right, I saw stars.
“There,” I gasped. My back arched off the bed. My leaking cock thrust into the air. “Right there, please—”
He worked that spot mercilessly, watching my face like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “So beautiful like this,” he murmured. “Falling apart for me.”
By the time he added a third finger, I was a trembling mess, my cock leaking against my stomach, every nerve ending on fire.
I’d never felt anything like this desperate, aching need that only he could satisfy.
I’d only ever touched myself before. I’d never even breached my hole with anything more than my own fingers.
“Ready for me?” he asked, though his voice was strained now, his control clearly hanging by a thread.
“Yes, please, Dain, I need—” I cut myself off with a whine as he withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing.
He positioned himself between my thighs, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, I saw my entire future reflected in those amber depths.
“Mine,” he growled as he pushed forward, filling me inch by torturous inch.
“Yours,” I agreed, the word coming out as a moan. The stretch was intense, bordering on too much, but also exactly what I needed. What we both needed.
When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, panting. I felt complete in a way I never had before, like a piece of myself I didn’t know was missing had finally clicked into place.
“Move,” I demanded, digging my heels into his lower back. “Please, alpha, move. I need your cock. Stretch my hole. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
That was all the permission he needed.
He pulled back and thrust forward, setting a rhythm that had me crying out with each stroke. He angled his hips, finding that spot inside me that made my vision white out, and I clawed at his back, desperate for something to anchor me.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice barely recognizable. “Take what I give you.”
I was beyond words, reduced to whimpers and moans as he claimed my body thoroughly. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through me, building higher and higher until I thought I might shatter from the intensity.
His hand wrapped around my neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and I nearly sobbed from the overwhelming sensation. “Come for me,” he commanded, his lips against my ear. “Let me feel you come apart on my cock.”
The combination of his hand, his cock hitting that perfect spot, and the raw authority in his voice was too much.
My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body seizing as I painted both our stomachs with my release.
I cried out his name like a prayer, my hole clenching rhythmically around him.
“Fuck, yes,” Dain groaned, his rhythm faltering. “Going to fill you up, mark you from the inside. Everyone will smell me on you, know you’re claimed.”
“Please,” I begged, oversensitive but wanting it desperately. “Need it, need you.”
He thrust deep one final time.
We stayed locked together, both shaking, as the reality of what we’d just done settled over us.
“Mine,” he murmured again, softer this time.
“Yours,” I agreed, running my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “And you’re mine.”
He lifted his head to look at me, and the tenderness in his expression made my chest ache. “Always. From the moment I saw you, I was yours.”