Chapter 1 #4
His other hand came up to my face and his lips brushed against mine.
I knew then and there, I’d do anything for this man.
He kissed me softly at first, keeping ahold of my face to keep the upper hand.
Normally, I’d pull away because don’t tell me how to kiss, but I stayed there with my face locked between his soft hands and kissed him.
Medwin’s tongue darted between my lips, and it was my first taste of grenadine-flavored heaven.
He stepped closer to me and for a second it was like I never touched another person in my life.
Where the hell was I supposed to put my hands?
Where was I allowed to put them? Where had his knife gone?
Medwin leaned forward, deepening the kiss.
His mouth ate away hungrily at mine and his tongue swirled in delightful circles.
Eventually, I settled my hands on his waist, and he leaned in even closer as if he’d been waiting for that exact invitation.
He was as hard as I was and had no qualms about grinding his throbbing, shiny dick against my thigh.
I wanted him. I wanted to rip that little piece of fabric off him and have him right there on the living room carpet of his penthouse.
Only, an omega like Medwin wouldn’t have it that way, unless it’s exactly what he requested.
“You want me out of this little ole thing?” he asked, his lips red and puffy from how hard we kissed.
“Yeah,” I nodded, feeling more and more like an idiot with each word that didn’t come out of my mouth.
“Get down on your knees and take it off with your teeth,” he said, stepping back and pointing to the floor.
My sire would’ve died to see me drop to my knees there on the carpet in my good clothes tailored just for the day. I savored how much he’d hate it and crawled the few inches that separated me from my mate. I tried to kiss his belly, but he pushed my head away.
“Take them off with your teeth,” he said again.
Was this his kink? Was this a test? Was this merely Medwin’s way of keeping the upper hand? It didn’t matter. I wanted him out of the thong and under me and would do whatever he asked. Hell, he could have Roster’s head on a shiny platter if that’s what he really wanted before I claimed him as mine.
My dragon roared inside his inner sanctum.
He wanted more. He wanted to reach out to the dragon that dwelled within our mate, but he couldn’t do that until we exchanged the claiming vows.
How long would we have to wait? I shook away the doubt and took the left side of Medwin’s shiny blue thong in my teeth and edged it down his thigh.
Then repeated the same thing on the other side.
I tugged and pulled until it fell down over his knees and calves and hit the floor.
Then I glanced up at him hopefully. His eyes were full of hunger and need – both of which I was willing to do something about, if he’d only let me.
“Never trust an alpha who won’t suck a dick,” Medwin said. “That’s the advice all the omega magazines are giving us. Do you think that’s good advice, alpha? Do you think that’s what divides the pigs from the real alphas?”
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure there was a correct answer.
Instead, I leaned forward and nuzzled his hard, throbbing cock.
A few specks of glitter still clung to it from his thong.
Nuzzling him, I scent marked him as mine.
I’d wait for the claiming vows. I’d earn them.
I didn’t even mind. Maybe I didn’t deserve Medwin yet.
I’d been so bloody blind until today. I didn’t mind waiting, but I’d never allow anyone else to touch him again. I’d fucking kill them.
Medwin’s long-nailed fingers danced through my hair, teasing and scratching my scalp as I rubbed my cheek against his hard cock.
His fingers trailed down my face, taking hold of it, as he gazed down into my eyes.
His hips arched forward and I opened my mouth and licked a drop of precum off his tip.
A shudder passed through the beautiful man, clinging to my face, and something inside me was at peace.
Something that had always been angry and ready to fight.
Something always seeking a good time and an adrenaline rush shut up for the first bloody time in my life.
He was my peace of mind, and I would do anything to spend the rest of my days by his side.
Maybe he was a sign from my ancestors after all.
Maybe Frost and Juda themselves sent him to me tonight.
Once he knew I understood the assignment, his fingers trailed back up to my hair and played with it again. Inside my pants, my dick throbbed, but it could wait because if Medwin wanted head, that’s what he’d get. He’d get whatever he wanted no matter how hard I had to fight for it.
*** Notes from Medwin: There are a lot of stories that have gone around about how Clarence and I met.
Some of them we spread around ourselves but the one that is most commonly and truthfully told was our public meeting.
That story will come in later chapters. We’ve had years to tell all the tales we wanted because no one really knew the truth and even those who were there never really knew everything that happened.
Coming clean isn’t easy and I feel my reputation as protective carrier who enjoys hosting family events is at jeopardy, depending on how much of this you’ve read.
Not that omegas can’t be sexually empowered assassins and host family get-togethers but a man wants some privacy at this stage of his life.