Chapter Seven
Sunny
We ended up camping out on a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor of Laken’s office. Much to his credit, he didn’t make a joke about me needing more amenities as a prince. I was positive he considered it, though. I should’ve been used to it. Grew up my whole life with that hanging over my head like it was my fault humans who lived too many generations before I was born invented capitalism.
We slept naked so as not to wrinkle the clothes we had to wear out the next day. Laken dozed off easily as if he was used to sleeping anywhere and everywhere. It took me longer. It’d always taken me time to fall asleep. Even as a kid, I remembered lying awake for hours no matter what time I went to bed. That night my head was full of meeting Laken, missing my family – however capitalist they were, Teddy, and of course whatever Liam Moonscale-Hemlock saw in his vision. He was well enough known back on Earthside even for those who didn’t live in Heartville where he was the first mate. He helped to organize the final blow that brought the ending of a hate group’s war on the Moonscales when I was too young to remember.
“Rituals,” my dragon sighed inside my thoughts.
He was curled up like a cat might curl up in the window seat inside his inner sanctum. His massive head rested on the midsection of his tail. His eyes drifted closed but his brain was working overtime. Rituals. Ritual? Plural or singular I wasn’t sure I liked the idea. I wasn’t afraid of magic. It was impossible to spend any time back in Heartville if you were. Magic brought about change. That’s the real reason most people didn’t trust it. No one likes change.
In his sleep, Laken scooted closer to me, and I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him over to me. He blinked for a second and rested his head on my chest before dozing back off. It’d been a long fucking day, and I was sure the next day would be just as long. I considered trying to find somewhere to hide with him. Somewhere none of this bullshit could find us but we both belonged to flight links that probably wouldn’t leave us alone for very long.
“We’ll have time alone. I put in for my matingmoon,” Laken murmured, rubbing his cheek against my chest. “Don’t worry so much. We’ll work it all out, mate. Nothing’s life or death yet. Nothing’s so bad it can’t be ironed out. Not even the stuff with your flight.”
I kissed the top of his head and closed my eyes, trying to believe him. When had I picked up so much anxiety? I remembered my older brother having panic attacks about his kids and me when I was a kid. One of the triplets had them as a teenager too. I was never sure which one had them because they all started to dress alike and would crowd right around their third until it passed. Was it genetic? Was it finally starting to kick in on me?
“It can be but I don’t think it is in the way you mean it. I think it’s cultivated in the genes of our ancestors and passed down. Ancestors fought wars and struggled and whatever other trauma and then that lives inside of us until we figure out how to deal with it,” Laken said, sitting up.
“It’s not morning,” I flashed him an apologetic smile.
“I know but you’re not ready for bed apparently. What do you usually do to go to sleep?”
I stopped short of answering that question. Most nights I fell asleep still talking to someone. Most of the time it was Teddy. Sometimes it was someone from back home or texting some random person I met online – either here or back home.
“Then talk,” Laken laughed. “Food is the most important after hatchlings. Then its family and safety. Then it’s sleep. That is the draconic hierarchy of needs, and I want you to get some sleep.”
“Are you always so pragmatic?”
“No. I’m usually a selfish bastard by Starscale standards. It’s a mate thing. Just like you’d laugh at anyone else with a needle phobia.”
“I’m not so sure I would,” I yawned, turning to my side to face him. “Come lay back down. I don’t like it when you’re so far away.”
He stretched out next to me and I rested my hand on his side. Touching him soothed out some of the rough edges of my thoughts.
“This isn’t how I imagined our first night together, either, if I’m honest,” Laken said. “I thought we’d be alone somewhere screwing each other’s brains out. I think that’s the pretty standard expectation, though.”
“What did you imagine I’d be like? Not a Moony, huh?” I asked, stroking his cheek to feel his prickly beard hairs poking against my fingers.
“Eh, when I first thought about meeting you, I didn’t know there was such a thing as Moonys, mate. After the Medwin 2 landed, I knew it would be one of you.”
“Did you have a favorite of us for it to be?” I asked.
“That’s a bad faith question but no, I didn’t actually. I stood back and watched all of you meet your mates. Well, Castor and then the healer. Then the broody one. In the long run, attaching myself to the idea of it being any of you didn’t make sense. I already chose back before anyone lived here – before there was a world here. So, mostly I just kept an eye on all of you and kept my vibe feeler open.”
“That sounds like a dirty name for your omegahole.”
“If I was going to use the word vibe with something to describe that feeler wouldn’t be the word,” Laken chuckled and leaned his head in closer to mine.
“Which word then?”
“I don’t know. Don’t know that I much like vibrations. I’m old fashioned. Give me something that suction cups to a surface and quit with all that fancy stuff.”
My nostrils flared as I imagined him slamming his round, muscular ass down against a phallic toy suctioned to his desk.
“Take it further mate,” Laken whispered, picking up the mental image. “What am I doing to you? Or do you just enjoy watching?”
I stumbled over what to say three times before I managed to croak out, “all of it.”
“You’re gonna be fun,” he grinned at me.
“Because I’m so ---”
“It all means a lot to you. That’s hot. That’s like having commitment for a kink. I’ve waited a long time for you. So, whether it’s because you got tongue tied or couldn’t choose which way to take that dirty talk, that’s sort of hot.”
His words went straight to my dick. I adjusted my position to be more comfortable and the head of Laken’s hard dick brushed against my thigh.
“Huh,” he chuckled. “Maybe those are the real reasons we can’t sleep.”
We both leaned forward, closing the space between our lips. I slid my tongue into his mouth. He tasted so good as he inched closer until our bodies were pressed together. His hips wiggled until the head of his hard cock brushed up the length of my shaft. My breath caught in my lungs.
“You alright?” He froze from the neck down.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “That—off guard? I don’t know.”
“Let’s try a different question. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I answered as quickly as the syllable would roll off my tongue.
We kissed again or at least tried to. Between my sharp breaths every time he rubbed his dick over mine and how my reactions made him grin it was hard to keep my tongue inside his mouth. We gave up on kissing and both glanced down to watch our dicks rubbing against each other. He put a hand on my hip, bringing me to life. I moved in time with him, reveling in how our flesh dragged over each other. My head spun. I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had a handful of partners in my life. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever felt so good and came so close to driving me crazy at the same time.
“Slow and steady there,” Laken laughed when I thrust too far forward, and the head of my cock poked into his stomach. “I mean you can rub it wherever you want technically but we’re working together here mate.”
Everything inside me coiled up tense and ready to cum. I told him I was close.
“Good! That’s the point,” he said, his voice lowering to an almost growl.
“You should come first,” I insisted.
“Because you’re the big badass alpha, huh?” he said, his eyes going light with mischief.
“No – maybe!”
“Now, that’s a challenge. You’re cumming first. Just so you know, and you brought it on yourself.”
“Huh?” I blinked at him.
He shifted his weight and pushed my thighs apart as he settled between them. Before I had time to ask any more questions, he dragged his warm, wet mouth over my balls and up the under side of my shaft. I scrambled for something to hold onto as the air hitched in my lungs. His gaze was the sort of evil men dreamt about – the sort that was there just to drive you crazy and send you ripping up the sheets and blankets borrowed from some arena linen closet. Laken blew on the head of my dick, sending a cold chill shimmying down my spine. Then he licked around my tip before sliding his glorious mouth down over me. I tried to think of anything else to last longer but he was my undoing. I came in his mouth, and he swallowed down the proof of my pleasure.
I made to sit up, eager and desperate to return the favor, but he put his hand on my chest to keep me in place as he rose up onto his knees. His nostrils flared as he met my gaze and took his dick in his hand. Laken stroked himself fast and hard as I watched. It seemed his love of voyeurism didn’t end when he left the arena. I licked my lips and bucked up my hips in time with his fist, despite being flaccid now.
“You do like to watch,” he panted as he squeezed himself.
One, two, three more hard strokes and he came onto my chest and belly, marking me as his territory. He leaned on the hand resting against my chest to catch his breath as satisfaction rolled through his eyes.
“Sometimes the alpha is supposed to cum first,” he said, meeting my gaze. “How else would two alphas ever stop having sex?”