Chapter 17
Jade
Guardians of Glitter Bomb Territory
We collapsed onto the bed together and I snuggled in close to Beryl.
He was still hard, so I stroked him while we snuggled.
It was as if it didn’t matter how close I snuggled with him, I couldn’t get close enough.
Either my lion or the true-mate response magic was being extra insistent.
It didn’t matter. I wanted what I wanted.
So, I scent marked him. I rubbed my cheek over his shoulder and his neck before moving lower to nuzzle into his chest and belly.
He was mine. Beryl was my dragon and I wasn’t sharing him.
I licked over his nipples, tiny hard peaks, begging for my attention. I lapped at them.
“I licked him, he’s mine,” my lion laughed into my thoughts, and I nuzzled into Beryl’s chest again.
I licked between his pecs and then traced the muscles of his stomach with the tip of my tongue, learning the curves and ridges of his body.
His big hands cupped my ass, pulling me back up for another kiss.
This time, I ground my ass against his throbbing cock.
He moaned and a second later he purred. Draconic purrs always sound like mini vibratos going off inside their bellies.
I rubbed on him until I was hard again and his dick was all covered in my slick. I reveled in his warmth radiating into my body and how every time I touched him it was like electricity traveling through me. Was it how long we waited? Was it the true-mate response magic amplifying everything?
Reaching back, I took him in my hand and guided him so that hard, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock was pressed firmly against my omegahole.
He gasped and I leaned my head back, savoring the moment.
His hands moved to my hips as he thrust up, guiding himself inside of me.
I bit my lip as my brain adjusted to the fullness of him, pushing on me and brushing against nerve endings that had been too long neglected.
I rocked, taking in more and more of him, as my body opened up.
I sighed as pleasure spiraled over my cock before traveling up my spine and releasing the tension I’d carried for too long in my shoulders.
Slowly we came together, taking our time and drawing out the moment when our bodies first joined as one.
Time slipped away and so did the worries I clung to like wards against bad luck.
I sank further down onto Beryl’s thick cock, rocking my hips and chasing down the slipping, sliding pleasure that only came from filling myself up with a warm, throbbing muscle.
I braced my hands on his broad chest as our bodies found the rhythm between themselves and we picked up pace.
My cat was in the back of my thoughts rambling on about claiming vows but all I could focus on was how good it was to have Beryl inside me.
My nails dug into his chest, and I had to fight off my cat’s urge to have his claws out.
Sure, Beryl was an alpha dragon and probably healed quickly but I didn’t want his memory of our first time together to be me using him as a scratching post.
It didn’t take long for everything inside me to go tight and hot.
The warmth of my inner fire circled my middle before traveling the length of my torso and dispersing into my limbs.
I was hot from head to toe. For a second, I considered maybe I was going into heat, but I’d taken shots to prevent that for as long as I could remember.
No, this wasn’t heat. This was the fire of my winged lion meeting up with Beryl’s fire.
This was everything inside me reaching out for him until I couldn’t even string together a sentence of words to tell him I was close.
Though, he must’ve known, because he took my dick in his big hand and squeezed.
That was all it took to send me over the edge.
It’d been too long since anyone else touched me and now it was him – my true-mate touching me and it was all so much but not enough at the same time.
I came hard, shuddering and hissing with pleasure.
Beryl kept one hand on my cock as it made a mess of him and the other on the small of my back to keep me upright as I continued to slide up and down his shaft, seeking out any way to draw this moment out for us.
Then he flipped me onto my back, his dick sliding free of my body in the process.
Before I could protest or ask him what I needed to do to make him cum, his mouth was on mine for a long, slow kiss.
I sank into the mattress like a puddle. My limbs were light, almost weightless from post-orgasmic bliss but even then, I had a feeling that Beryl wasn’t finished with me.
We kissed for a long time, enjoying the dancing of our tongues back and forth between our mouths.
Eventually, he rose up to his knees and settled himself between my thighs.
He caressed my hips and legs as if memorizing the curves and angles of my body.
His eyes raked over me. He was still hard and erect.
His pulse thrummed through his dick, making the light-colored scales there nearly vibrate.
They were scattered here and there like little freckles that I wanted to play connect the dots with again using my tongue.
Then he was over me again, this time between my legs.
We kissed hard as he lined up our bodies.
I was hard again and slicker than ever, trapped between the mattress and his pleasant weight.
This time he slid into my body easier as if we were made to piece ourselves together.
Had the magic done that or had we chosen each other in the Other World because we fit together?
Beryl thrust hard into me and my train of thought grew wings and flew off to wherever dead thoughts went to die.
None of them mattered anyway. As long as he was pumping inside me and his fire was reaching out for mine everything else didn’t matter right now.
This time, Beryl didn’t forget about the claiming vows, and I remembered as soon as his warm breath danced over my shoulder.
He kissed it over and over again as he searched for my claiming gland with his warm, kissable mouth.
All the rocking and thrusting that sent little bolts through me meant it took him a little longer to find it, but wasn’t all this about the journey and the destination merely a perk?
Beryl’s tongue drew circles around my claiming gland, and I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to keep him close forever as his tongue teased me.
He licked over my gland again and again as if he could lick the good stuff inside of it out with no extra effort.
The clear magical fluid that filled the claiming glands of alphas and omegas contained a very special sort of magic.
It was forged in the Other World when we chose each other as true-mates and decided that no matter what we wanted to try to find each other in every single lifetime.
The magic simply allowed us to recognize each other.
The clear magical fluid inside our claiming glands contained just enough knowledge and memories of this life to make us feel less crazy about being so in love at first sight.
Whether someone crafted this magic or it came into fruition on its own, it was a built-in failsafe that allowed true-mates to pursue happiness straight away.
Borrowing his dragon’s canine tooth, Beryl broke through the taut skin over my gland.
The clear magical fluid flooded out and he licked it up.
I couldn’t see what the magic showed him because I hadn’t laid my claiming bite upon him yet.
Still, I wondered what parts of me it showed him.
I didn’t have anything to hide but it was still a tiny bit unnerving to have someone see parts of you when you didn’t know which parts they were seeing.
Beryl smiled against my shoulder as his tongue lapped up more of the magic.
He licked and lapped at my shoulder until not a drop was left.
Then he kissed me. Our lips crashed together and his tongue darted into my mouth.
Whatever he’d seen seemed to have made him thrust faster inside me. What about my life was so horny?
He broke from the kiss chuckling and that’s when I realized he could already ‘hear’ or at least conceptualize what was going on inside my head.
“You make me horny,” he said and kissed me again.
I clung to him as our bodies rocked together, stoking the fires burning between our bodies.
I held tight to his face to keep it still.
Then ran my hands down his shoulders following with my mouth a second later to place a firm kiss on his squishy claiming gland.
The fluid inside would help me know what made my alpha tick.
I licked it a few times, teasing him with my tongue.
In response, he thrust deep inside me. A hiss escaped over my tongue and my cat let out his long eye teeth.
I was careful to only bite Beryl with one of them.
He flinched under me and a nanosecond later my mouth was full of clear magical fluid that tasted like creamy, sweet coffee.
I lapped it up as his memories washed over me.
Diamond Moonscale was everywhere. So was he.
It was as if he’d inherited her inability to stay in one place.
In the mountains, the desert, on the beaches.
They went everywhere. Faces came and went and soon Sermon and Gaia were also constants in his life.
Then I saw the night we met through his eyes.
The little boy all alone running through a cornfield.
The lions who seemed determined to keep him from me and how he kept himself from fighting back with full force because he knew they were important to me.
I saw myself through his eyes with Jondi on my hip.
I was easy on the eyes even when I was spitting mad and ready to single-handedly rekill Ferrick Moonscale if that’s what it took to keep my baby safe.
His gland ran dry and I still wanted to know more.
I kissed him hard, reassuring myself I had the rest of our lives to get to know him better.
With our mating link wide open his pleasure rained down on me, mingling with my own until I couldn’t tell what sensations moved through my body and which I experienced secondhand.
It didn’t matter. Everything was like fire and lightning, traveling up and down us before spiraling around our joined together bodies.
Above me, Beryl thrust faster, giving me more and more while seeking out his own pleasure deep inside me.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his back and shoulders -whichever bit of him I could hold onto as the waves of pleasure crashed against my brain.
He shuddered inside me. He was close. Everything inside my brain screamed that he was close or maybe that was my own thoughts echoing around my skull because I was close too.
I shuddered under him, close to the edge for the second time in a short period.
“Beryl,” his name rolled off my tongue as I came again, even harder this time, making us a mess of us both while Beryl’s thrusting continued to stretch out my pleasure and elongated my orgasm.
Thrust after thrust from him sent new waves rolling over me as his dick twitched inside me.
Once, twice, three more times he thrust in deep and long and then with a roar and a final tremble of his cock he came inside me with warm, sticky streams. He continued his thrusting until not another drop could be milked from either of us.
I held onto him even after we’d finished with our lovemaking.
He rested his head against my chest, and I ran my fingers over his scalp just to touch more of him.
He was mine and I’d do the best I could every day to show him that he’d found his place in the world now and he didn’t have to wonder if he was good enough.
I didn’t know his dad’s story and I didn’t need to.
Parents made choices all the time and hoped for the best. Wherever his dad was, I hoped he was happy and well, but I also hoped he knew how many empty pieces he left my alpha with and occasionally stubbed his toe or sat on an icy toilet seat.