Chapter 12 Oros
CHAPTER TWELVE
OROS
It’s on the tip of my tongue to correct her, to tell her my true title. But instinct holds me back. An instinct born of age and caution.
In my near millennium of life, I’ve never met an Omega like Taliana. A female I’m salivating over because of her scent alone.
My dragon is pounding at my chest, demanding that I claim this female. He’s convinced she’s mine.
But I don’t know her.
Not yet.
She could still be a trap, just like her mother was for her father. Assuming that story is even true.
Although, her displeasure was palpable when she mentioned her mother. And thus far, everything she’s told me felt truthful.
However, I need to be sure. One hundred percent certain. No room for doubt. Absolutely, positively clear on her intentions.
And I am nowhere near there yet.
Still, I have to start somewhere. Because this female might be my everything. My mate. My future queen.
Which means I have to give this a chance. To truly court her, just like I said.
Flames, Onyx is going to lose his shit when he finds out.
But I can’t think about him right now. Not with the delectable Omega sitting in my lap, staring up at me with beautifully starry eyes.
She looks so hopeful, her gaze locked on me with a reverence I probably don’t deserve.
But I can’t question it.
I just want to embrace her. Experience the present. Indulge in this alluring Omega. And fucking kiss her.
Taliana’s lips part like she knows my intent, her tongue sneaking out to dampen the flesh in glistening welcome.
I accept it for the invitation it is and lean down to claim her mouth.
She startles, telling me this is probably her first kiss.
Mmm, time to teach, then…
I’ve never been one to enjoy professor-type roles, but for her, I will happily assume the position of trainer.
Which is why I start slow, my tongue tracing her plump bottom lip, just like her tongue did moments ago. She gasps, the sound one I’ll absolutely dream about later. Probably as I fantasize about her sucking my cock.
Fuck, my knot throbs at the concept.
I’ve been hard since walking into my suite and smelling her sweet perfume all over my quarters.
It’s like she’s claimed my space as her own. Or just pulled me under a spell.
That would explain so much.
But I’m not one to run from fate.
If this female is my future, I’ll embrace her. Own her. Keep her. Possess her. At least with my mouth and my hands.
Because, flames, this woman is my kryptonite. All soft, warm curves, and a mouth that’s moving to my every command.
She’s an apt pupil, her tongue mimicking mine as I deepen our kiss. I cup her jaw, holding her to me as my opposite arm goes around her waist. Then I carefully maneuver us on the bed so she’s spread out beneath me, her naked body hot against my own.
Taliana doesn’t react, too lost to our kiss to realize I’ve caged her in. But the moment my cock touches her slick heat, she jumps, her eyes widening. “Don’t worry,” I say against her mouth. “I’m not going to knot you tonight.”
“You’re n-not?” she asks, and I can’t tell if she’s confused or disappointed. Perhaps it’s a mix of both.
“No, printesa mea,” I murmur. “We’ll ease into that.” I trace her bottom lip with my tongue again. “This is about me taking care of you. Showing you how Alphas worship Omegas.”
That’s how this started—me wanting to bathe her.
Now I’m going to pleasure her.
Introduce her to sensations she’s never experienced before.
Make her beg for my knot. Demand that I satisfy her during her heat. Leave her without question as to how thoroughly and expertly I can fuck her.
And ensure she desires me as much as I desire her.
I kiss her again, this time without the intent to teach, and only with the need to own.
She grabs my shoulders in response, her nails digging into my muscles, and holds on while I master her with my tongue.
I’m laying claim to her in a way I’ve never done before, my beast urging me to do more, to devour her, take her, mark her.
Not just with my gold but also with my teeth.
It’s a terrifying need, a foreign one that threatens my steadfast control.
Flames, if I’m losing my mind just kissing her, what am I going to do when I’m inside her?
I don’t give myself a chance to find out, instead pulling my cock away from her weeping heat and ripping my mouth away from hers.
She’s panting beneath me, her sweet slick permeating the air with an open invitation to fuck. Damn, she’s so wet I could probably force myself inside her without even needing to prepare her.
Just the thought, the notion, of fucking her raw has my dick throbbing.
It makes controlling my needs so much more important.
I’ll hurt her in this state.
Just because she could take me raw doesn’t mean she should.
She’s a virgin. Untouched. Inexperienced. You cannot have her. Not like this.
I press my lips to her throat as I mentally repeat those words, my mind shifting to a new task, one meant to focus on her. On pleasing her. On worshipping her. On making her scream.
She shudders beneath me, her nipples beading against my chest. “Oros,” she whispers.
“Yes, printesa mea?” I ask, my mouth traveling down to her collarbone on my way to her breasts. “Do you want me to stop, Taliana?” I utter the question against her fleshy mound, my lips a scant inch from her stiff peak.
She stares down at me with lust-drunk eyes, her cheeks a beautiful shade of crimson. “I… I don’t want you to stop…”
“Good,” I say, my mouth against her nipple now. “Let me know if that changes.” I don’t bother trying the safeword again. Rumpel was clearly the wrong choice earlier. And I really don’t want to distract her.
Her lips part like she’s about to say more, but the sound bites off on a moan as I lick her rosy tip. “Ohhh” is all that escapes her instead.
Smiling, I repeat the action, only this time I follow it up by closing my mouth around her and sucking.
“Gods,” she says, her hips arching up into my lower torso, which I settle more firmly between her splayed thighs, just to provide some friction.
“Not a God,” I inform her, my mouth brushing her tit as I move to her opposite nipple. “Just a Drakonian. And I’ll be the one praying today.”
I bite down on her fleshy breast, not hard enough to bruise or wound, just hard enough to leave a red mark. Then I lave the pain away before tracing her areola with my tongue.
She writhes beneath me, her hips trapped under my much larger form. But I can tell by the way she jolts that she’s enjoying being pinned.
Another moan parts her beautiful lips as I scrape my teeth along her breast. “I want to pierce your nipples with gold,” I tell her softly. “Claim them with my metallic bite.”
She shivers in response.
“I want to decorate every part of you in my power,” I go on, kissing a path down to her flat abdomen. “I’ll pierce you here, too.” I like her belly button. “Create another charm for you to wear.”
I’ve never done this with any Omega before, never even considered it a desire. But saying these things aloud now makes me realize how true these feelings are—I want her marked from head to toe. Pierced for my benefit. Wearing my gold.
Fuck, I can already picture it. Every gold adornment. Every mark. Every piece of me embedded in her flesh.
I nip her hip bone, loving the way it pinkens beneath my touch. Then continue my journey to the sweetness glistening between her thighs.
Fuck, I love this woman’s scent.
It’s particularly strong here, her slick a beacon to my dragon and enslaving my every need.
“I’m going to taste you, Omega,” I warn her, my mouth nearing her clit. “I’m going to fucking devour you.”
Her eyes widen, her lips parting in shock.
Then the most beautiful scream leaves her as I seal my mouth around her swollen flesh and suck.