Chapter 22
Tane
Igripped his hands. Kirion’s fingers wove through mine. The distance between us was the size of the table. Too big. I leaned forward trying to shorten that distance.
Kirion rose and came around the table’s curve and before I could count to one I’d pulled him to me and he fell forward like a garden breeze scented with honey and pollen, wrapping his arms around my neck and plopping into my lap.
Suddenly, I was holding something so precious it made my entire body shudder. It was as if I could never afford to lose it or I’d shatter.
Kirion bowed his head and leaned it against mine. Our cheeks pressed. Then our foreheads. He nuzzled me. I breathed him in like oxygen.
He slid his face to the side and whispered. “Kiss me.” His chest heaved. “Please.”
I lifted my chin and found his mouth with mine. We opened our mouths to each other and a fire blazed through my veins.
Sensation threatened to drown me. Kirion broke away and said, “The bed.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I stood, looping my arms under his shoulders and legs and carried him to the bed.
He started to giggle. “I like being carried. Don’t stop doing that.”
“Noted.”
Kirion lay back on his bed, arms and legs out, a lovely bulge in his pants. I untied the drawstring at his waistband and slowly took them down. Desire swept through me like an electric current. I leaned down and took him into my mouth.
Moaning, Kirion tossed his head. His cock swelled to fill me. I sucked up, tonguing his slit.
He whined. “Tane, I want… I want.”
I pulled up and looked at his ocean blue eyes. “What?”
“I want you inside me. Please.”
I hesitated for a moment.
“I don’t have to be psychic to know you’re thinking about that consent issue again.” His voice rumbled through the air. “I fully consent.”
I kissed the tip of his sweet cock, then went back on my knees and stripped his pants all the way off. He brought his legs up and back, showing me what he wanted.
His hole was slick and open. Hairless. His balls were tightly drawn up, his cock bobbing above. The sight had me reeling. My cock burned.
I stripped quickly as he watched, my cock bobbing hard and ready.
Kirion squirmed, his hands behind his thighs moving his legs up even higher.
He was still wearing his shirt but there was no time to worry about that.
He mesmerized me. All the blood had gone from my brain and all I could think was I had to have him right now in this very moment or we would both regret it.
I knelt between his legs, my hand going between his cheeks to touch that sacred space. He was so lovely, ready to embrace me in that perfect place. Two of my fingers went smoothly inside him. His hole gaped even more.
“Yes. Oh yes.”
I removed them and lined up while holding one of his ass cheeks aside to open him even more. Erect, I was not a small size. But that didn’t seem to offend Kirion in the least.
When the head of my cock made contact with his slick, I almost came. My cock tingled. The chemistry between us was just that well matched.
I couldn’t stop myself from pushing the head past his rim. He gasped.
“Okay?”
“So good. Better than okay.”
That was music to my ears. I pushed again, his muscles conforming to me, working. It felt like the deepest embrace. Suddenly, he relaxed and I slid right in to the hilt with no effort. It was shocking. It was glorious. It left me awe-struck.
I lost my balance at the ecstasy of it and fell forward over Kirion’s bent legs.
“Sorry,” I blurted.
“For what? It’s amazing. Move more, please.” He bounced his hips a bit.
So polite. But his movements almost sent me into a frenzy. I had never had a rut. They were rare for alpha dragons. Some went their whole lives never experiencing it. If I had one now, it would be Kirion who caused it. I was convinced. He enchanted me to that point and beyond.
I kept one hand on his ass and used the other to re-balance, then pulled partway out to his quick gasps. I thrust back in and repeated until I got a rhythm going.
His body clutched to me, milking me with perfection. My hand rubbed his ass cheek, my thumb pressing the underside of my cock every time I withdrew.
Kirion held himself with legs up and spread and hole open for me. When I peered down at him his face was drawn in sheer bliss.
Warmth radiated down my spine and through all my limbs. My cock jerked with precum spasms. I wasn’t going to last long.
Kirion hadn’t come yet. I needed to get him there first. It wouldn’t be fair to him otherwise, even if I did produce a knot.
Knots were for breeding purposes only. Rupert taught me that.
He didn’t like them and only endured mine when he was in heat or we were trying to get pregnant.
Which happened our first time trying. Months later, Rupert laid an egg and Malin hatched after six weeks of nesting.
Right now, I couldn’t hold back. My cock was already hard and ready, past the point of no return. I felt my balls twist, my semen starting to boil up.
“I can’t hold back, sweetheart. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Please knot me.”
I blinked, unable to fully comprehend what he said when I was taken over by orgasmic hormones. “I’m coming now.”
“Yes. Please go deep. I want to feel it as deep as you can go.”
His words drove my thrusts. My hips pounded his ass. My cock angled and hit something within him that made him yell.
“Yes! Right there. I’m coming, too.”
Just as the dam broke inside me, Kirion’s cock squirted a tall fountain of pearls. That sight and his strangled voice broke the dam and I was coming. The throbs in my cock were huge, sending me straight to the edge of a white void.
Kirion’s cries turned to words as I spurted inside him.
“Give me your knot. Your alpha knot. Please please please.”
My knot? But omegas didn’t like that outside of breeding heats.
I could feel the knot forming. It didn’t happen all the time for me, but when I was as excited as I was now, there was no holding it back. I would pull out and rap my fist around it, pressing gently as it took up to twenty minutes to go down.
“But you’re not in heat,” I managed in a hoarse voice.
“I know. I don’t care. I want it. I love it.”
“You do?” I started to withdraw.
He let go of his upheld legs and grabbed my hips. “Don’t pull away. I want it. I consent.”
I loved having my knot inside the rim, but not when my lover didn’t. Rupert acted like it was a chore even when he was in heat.
Kirion was so different. Unique to me.
“You’re sure?”
“Do I have to beg?” He sounded almost forlorn.
To not have to hold and rub myself like some pathetic sex fiend who couldn’t control himself. To feel the clutch of him against that swelling, that pressure. It had to be a dream.
I pushed back inside him. My knot had already started to grow but I slid in like I was meant to be there. His muscles welcomed me back, squeezing just right. Sending me over the edge to a second powerful orgasm.
He moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders and held on.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s what I love.”
He actually loved it?
I pushed deeper and he sighed up at me, eyelids half closed. “Did you think I wouldn’t want it? I crave knots. They’re so pleasurable to me. I’ll come again before it goes down.”
I pressed closer, letting the sensation rush through me as I leaned down and kissed him.
After a few seconds, I worried my weight would compromise him.
I pushed up with both my arms. Now that we were locked together, my cock stayed inside him as the spasms of my first knot orgasm subsided.
There would be more. Many more. I was in for a fantastic ride.
Kirion ran his hands up and down my arms. “I love you over me like this, inside me. How long do you last?”
“Up to twenty minutes.”
“Make sure it’s not less. I want every minute of it.”
I shut my eyes. The surprise of his words brought tears and my breathing increased.
“Tane,” he said softly. “It feels so good. Has someone told you it doesn’t? It’s okay.” He rubbed harder at my biceps. “You’re beautiful. I want it. How does it feel for you?”
“I have no words,” I managed to say. “Like your body wants me.”
“It does.”
I nodded, opening my eyes and blinking away the warmth. He reached up and cupped my face. “My body wants yours. And I want you.”
He was precise and clear. I didn’t have to worry anymore. It was just the two of us here in the privacy of his room. Two adults. Two consenting lovers. He had invited me to his bed the same way I had invited him to mine last night. Now he had invited me unconditionally into his body, knot and all.
I brought my face to his again and kissed him. Our mouths opened to each other and I came hard again.
He squirmed beneath me, his cock jutting up between the space of our bellies to push against my skin. Our small movements, me coming and him pressing up, apparently gave him enough friction. Soon, warmth exploded from him, spraying against my ribs as he gasped into our kiss.
What a treasure. I’d already thought it, but now I knew. We were creating something more here than just an attraction toward desire. We were sharing on another level. My mind opened up and a spark flared to life, something I hadn’t felt or thought ever to feel again after Rupert’s passing.
The beginnings of a bond.
Did he know? Could he or would he consent to that?
Now was not the time for a discussion. We were both lost to the throes of ecstasy. But I couldn’t help thinking: Would he be okay with that?