CHAPTER NINE #2
When I was younger, I'd fucked to my heart's content, taking pleasure where I found it, never connecting, never caring beyond the moment. As I grew older, I'd become bored with meaningless sex and had chosen to be locked up during my ruts, just like Moon.
Now, I understood why he'd waited. I understood what meaningful sex was. This wasn't about getting off. This wasn't just about physical pleasure. It was about connection. About belonging.
About finding the missing piece that made me whole. I wanted to make this omega happy, wanted her to know that I could take care of her, protect her, cherish her the way she deserved to be cherished.
I wanted to fuck her until she could feel what was in my heart, because I wasn't always good with words. Thankfully, our mating mark would give her a glimpse inside of me, letting her feel all those things I couldn't say.
I released her neck and licked the bite mark, sealing the wound, helping it heal. I stared down into her eyes as I continued to thrust shallowly into her, my knot limiting my movement, my cum still filling her in pulses.
Tears shimmered in her gaze, but her lips were curved in a happy smile. Could she feel what I felt for her? Could she sense the devotion, the protectiveness, the fierce joy that filled me? Good. I hoped she could.
I claimed her lips in a kiss, pouring my love for this murderous little witch into every swipe of my tongue against hers. Mine. She was mine, ours, and I was ready to shout it from the top of the tower so the whole land knew that Prince Moon and Royal Guard Ryung had found their mate.
Many wouldn't expect me, the runt of the litter, the wolf that was dumped at an orphanage because his parents thought he wouldn't survive, to not only be surviving, but thriving. I wish my parents and older brothers were free to see me now.
Perhaps I should pay a visit to my hometown and see them. They were serving life in prison for corruption, violent crimes, and trafficking. Their abandoning me had been the biggest blessing of my life.
It set me on track to find my true pack... Moon and now this fierce, stunning witch. My little witch who'd taken my knot so beautifully, whose body fit mine like it had been made for me.
Ending the kiss, I lowered my forehead to hers as our bodies trembled together, the aftershocks still rippling through us. Slowly, I felt my knot deflating, the intense pressure easing.
My omega sighed, a sound of utter contentment, as my cock finally slid from her heat, leaving us both somehow more complete than we'd been before.
"Free me!" Moon growled, the chains rattling against the wall as he strained against them.
His eyes had gone completely silver now, all traces of black swallowed by that metallic gleam that meant his wolf was in control. I smiled at our little witch as I struggled to catch my breath, still riding the high of our mating.
Her skin glowed with a fine sheen of sweat, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"Our alpha is ready to fuck you again, beautiful. Do you think you can handle it?" I asked her, raising my head to stare down into her face.
Her eyes were glossy, her body feverish beneath my touch. The scent of her arousal was changing, growing stronger, richer, the unmistakable perfume of an omega in full heat.
"Yes," she whispered. "I need his knot."
Our omega was now in the throes of her heat, no longer just on the edge of it. My smile widened. It was going to be an amazing next few days. I couldn't wait to see how insatiable she would become.
I kissed her again, savoring her taste as Moon growled for me to pull the lever that would release him from his chains.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I told him as I moved to lie beside our mate.
I reached onto the side of the bed and pulled the lever that controlled the chains.
The mechanism clicked, the sound echoing in the stone room as the locks disengaged.
As soon as they dropped from his wrists and ankles, Moon stormed across the room like a force of nature, all coiled muscle and predatory grace.
Our mate held her arms open in welcome, legs spread invitingly, my cum still leaking from her tight pussy. Fuck, she was a sight to behold, claimed, satisfied, and yet still hungry for more. Still hungry for him.
Moon leapt onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he positioned himself between her legs. Gripping his cock, he slid into her tight pussy, filling her in one forceful motion.
Then they were fucking, our mate clawing at his back as he pounded her body with relentless strokes. I lay beside them, watching the play of muscles in Moon's back, the way our mate's breasts bounced with each thrust, the expressions of ecstasy that crossed her face.
My cock was already growing hard again, ready to fuck our mate once more, to feel her tight heat gripping me, to hear her crying my name. But I had to be patient. I would get my turn. She was in heat now and would need us all day and night for the next few days.
Neither of us would lack for her attention, for her touch, for her body. I watched Moon please our mate, listened to her cries of pleasure, and marveled at how passionate she was, how perfectly she responded to us both.
Through our newly formed bond, I felt her pleasure. But there was something else flowing through the bond, something that made me want to bow down at my omega’s feet.
Affection. Belonging. Love.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly tight. Our omega, she loved us. She actually loved us. The realization hit me like a physical blow. Fuck! I hadn't expected to feel that from her, not this soon, not after we'd kidnapped her and chained her up.
Not after she'd tried to kill us. Was I about to cry? I blinked rapidly, clearing my vision as I struggled to process the intensity of emotion flowing between us. Moon's howl filled the air as our mate screamed his name, their bodies locked together as they reached their climax.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, licking his claiming mark as she struggled to catch her breath.
Our omega turned her head to look my way and smiled, a soft, contented expression that made my chest ache with tenderness.
Then her eyes drifted shut, her body going limp beneath Moon's as exhaustion claimed her.
"You've fucked her to sleep, prince," I told him, feeling her exhaustion through the bond.
This was really her first heat. I had so many questions. How had she gone this long without experiencing a heat? Moon raised his head and stared down at her, his expression softening.
"She's tired. I don't think she's been taking care of herself properly," he rasped, brushing a stray curl from her face.
"She has us now. We'll make sure she gets enough rest. We'll make sure she has everything she needs," I told him, turning onto my back to stare up at the ceiling, mind racing with things our mate would need.
Soft blankets for her nest. Her favorite foods.
New clothes. There was a lot to prepare for our omega.
It was a while before Moon's knot deflated enough for him to slide from our mate.
He fell to his side on the other side of her, immediately pulling her close to his chest. I looked his way and found him watching me with a slight smile.
"Missing something?" he asked, his tone teasing despite his obvious exhaustion.
I thought he meant he wanted me to move closer to her. So I did, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as I curled around her other side, completing our little circle.
"Not her. Your tattoo," he said, chuckling.
I stared down at my chest, suddenly aware of the absence I hadn't noticed in the heat of passion. Sure enough, the water dragon tattoo that normally wrapped around my torso was gone. When had my imugi left me?
"He's on our mate's waist," Moon told me, nodding toward our sleeping omega.
My gaze dropped to where he indicated. There was my dragon tattoo, its sinuous form wrapped protectively around our mate's waist like a living belt. This motherfucker!
"I'll have to explain his presence to her when she wakes up so he won't scare her to death," I told Moon, shaking my head.
It seemed our imugi was fond of our omega. I'd found a dragon egg when I was a teen and didn't know what to do with it. Moon had suggested I keep it and let it hatch. I'd thought once it hatched, it would fly away and go be with its own kind.
Turns out, it was a water dragon. And their kind had died out during the Dragon Dynasty War when the enemy poisoned the waters, killing them off. I hadn't known how my little dragon had survived.
Since my presence made it hatch after so many years, I'd vowed to keep it safe. Water dragons didn’t have skin forms. And this little guy liked spending most of his time attached to others.
I smiled at the sight of it curled around our mate, its presence on her a sign of acceptance and protection that meant he now considered her someone he’d give his life for.
"Good job, imugi. Guard our little one well,” I whispered as I kissed her shoulder again.
Then I lay there for a long time, watching her sleep, ready for her to wake up so I could have another taste of her. Another taste of my mate. My omega. My new reason for breathing.