Chapter 28 Taliana
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
TALIANA
Mmm, burning wood.
Warmth on a chilled night.
Alpha seed.
Sex.
My wolf stretches languidly inside me, pleased by the scents of our nest. Our safe haven.
We’re finally safe. Claimed. Mated.
That last realization has me peeking out through my lashes, searching for my Alpha.
I find him standing beside the nest with a tray in his hands. I wait, expecting him to join me.
He doesn’t.
“What’s wrong?” I ask groggily. I feel like I’ve been sleeping for days. Maybe I have. The last… How long has it been?
I don’t know.
A week?
Two weeks?
I’m not even sure what day it is. At least the rising sun off the balcony tells me it’s morning.
“I know better than to set food in the nest,” Oros tells me, making me frown.
“What?” That seems strange. Why would food not be allowed…?
I nearly gag, the notion suddenly making me nauseous.
“Oh.” Yeah. Food does not go in the nest. “You’re right.”
“I know.” His lips quirk up a little. “I learned my lesson when I tried to feed you strawberries during the first day of your heat. You threw the bowl onto the floor and hissed at me.”
I grimace. “Oh,” I dumbly repeat. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I enjoy your directness. It makes your submission that much sweeter.” He lifts the tray. “So can I tempt you to join me in the living area? I suspect you’re hungry.”
I run my gaze over his sculpted torso to the tray and down to his black pants. He looks fresh and clean and delicious. “I’m very hungry, yes.”
He smirks. “For food, printesa mea. If you eat for me, I’ll reward you with my tongue.”
I shiver, liking that promise. “Okay.”
Stretching again, I roll out of our nest and pause when something tightens my nipples. Glancing down has me gasping at the gold hoops piercing my flesh. Another adornment hangs from my belly button.
And there’s a fourth in the hood above my clit.
I gape at that last one, my fingers automatically seeking it out.
He pierced me. I knew he wanted to. But there?
My possessive dragon side wanted to mark your pussy, he murmurs into my mind. I tried to placate him with the idea of more lingerie, but he was insistent. However, if it bothers you, I can remove that one.
My gaze snaps up to his. “No.” It comes out strong. An immediate refusal. “I like your gold markings.” They’re almost as prominent as the crescent ones left behind by his claiming bites.
I expected two, but I somehow have three. Two on my neck and one on my breast.
He has the one I left near his heart and another on his neck.
“There’s a third near my knot,” he tells me, his eyes glittering with knowledge. That knowledge is either from hearing my thoughts or inspired by the memory of how I bit him down there.
I’m not sure.
But I suddenly wish I could remember sinking my teeth into that area of his body.
“We can do a reenactment later,” he says, obviously listening to my thoughts.
I don’t mind.
I can hear his, too.
And they’re all about me, how he bathed me hours ago, then knotted me a final time in our nest. He knew I was on the verge of leaving my heat and wanted to ensure I woke up fulfilled.
He certainly accomplished that.
I feel extremely satisfied, something I ensure he knows by sharing my thoughts with him. “Why do we have three claiming marks?” I ask as I follow him into the living area.
“Two for our Drakonians, one for your wolf,” he says, setting the tray down on a glass table. Then he spins to pull me into him, his arm instantly finding my waist while his opposite hand goes to my throat. “Your wolf placed that third bite near my knot, and it was so fucking hot.”
He kisses me before I can reply, his tongue suddenly dominating my mouth and leading me into dark temptation.
It doesn’t matter that we’ve spent the last few days or weeks fucking.
I need more.
I need him.
“Mmm,” he hums against my mouth. “Maybe you can eat while I play with your piercings.”
A shudder works through me at the thought—a thought he turns into a reality as he moves me onto the couch and kneels between my legs.
“Pick up the water, printesa mea,” he tells me, his lips lowering to the gold hoop near my clit. “Each time you swallow, I’ll lick you here.” He demonstrates, the metal barely grazing my sensitive nub. It’s a taunt, one that teases my nerve endings and causes my thighs to clench.
I reach forward to grab the water and drink.
Oros remains true to his word, his tongue working the gold ring every time I swallow.
By the time I finish the bottle, I’m basically panting.
“Eat the fruit,” he says, his words vibrating my slick flesh.
I don’t question him, just do what he asks.
The bowl empties quickly, my mind more focused on his mouth than the task of chewing. Every part of me is on fire for him, my inner walls begging for friction. “Knot me.”
“Not yet,” he says, telling me to eat the croissant next.
I do.
But oh, moons, I’m about to combust.
Yet all he’s doing is grazing my clit.
It’s… it’s madness.
Somehow, water appears. Maybe he picked up another bottle. I don’t know. However, I’m swallowing everything, and he just keeps licking.
Until finally he knocks me onto my back and climbs over me.
His pants are long gone, making me wonder if he magically blinked them away. It’s not a talent I’m familiar with, and I probably just missed him removing the fabric, but I’m too caught up in the moment to worry about anything other than his cock nearing my entrance.
He doesn’t give me a second longer to think, his hardness entering me in a swift punch of his hips.
And then he’s fucking me.
Hard.
Fast.
Thorough thrusts.
I cling to him as he kisses me, my taste coating his tongue and now mine. It’s so arousing. So titillating. So familiar.
This male has mastered me entirely, and I couldn’t be more pleased. More thankful. More in love.
He’s introduced me to a new world, an existence I never thought was possible. A place where I’m accepted. And not just that, but worshipped.
I can hear how much he cares about me, how beautifully my soul fits to his. There isn’t a single part of me that he wishes could change.
Especially not my wolf.
You’re perfect, he tells me. Every part of you is perfect. Made for me. My ideal mate. My Gold Sector Princess.
The title has me clenching around him, my heart beating in overdrive.
That’s my role now.
I’m no longer an abomination. A mutt. An insignificant hybrid.
But a princess.
The Princess of Gold Sector.
Prince Oros’s mate.
His chosen Omega.
I wondered if maybe this was a fairy tale before, but now I know it is. This is my fairy tale. And I finally understand the meaning of a happily-ever-after.
Here in Oros’s arms.
Caged beneath him as he worships me with his body, loves me with his tongue, and caresses me with his hands.
This is our beginning.
Our present and future.
As the Gold Sector Prince and Princess.
Oros’s knot explodes inside me as I think of those titles, his groan one I feel to my very soul.
We’re connected now, not just in our physical form, but our spirit forms, too.
Mates for eternity.
Married on a plane few others can even begin to define.
And as I stare up into his alluring eyes, I feel safe. Cherished. Loved.
A small part of me whispers uncertainties, a part that endured too many harsh words over several formative years of my life.
But I push that negative voice away as I think, Enough.
I’m tired of listening to all those cruel words. The taunts. The jeers. The comments about my wolf.
She’s beautiful. She’s powerful in her own right. And she simply makes me unique.
There may be moments of uncertainty, ones where I question my worth, but this isn’t one of those moments.
Oros palms my cheek, his long hair falling down around his face to form a curtain of golden-blond strands around us.
“I’m going to spend every day of eternity ensuring you never have one of those moments again,” he tells me, clearly having heard all my thoughts. “Because, Taliana of Gold Sector, you are more than worthy. You’re a fucking Goddess, printesa mea.”
He kisses me again, this time slowly and languidly as his knot continues to pulse inside me.
“You’re my fucking Goddess,” he goes on. “And someday, we’re going to create a nest of pups and whelps.” His mind tells me how much he wants that, his desire surprising me because part of me thought he bred me during my heat.
But he didn’t.
I would sense it if we created a life.
He used protection, I realize, seeing the confirmation in his mind.
Some hazy part of me recalls questioning that early on in my heat. I wasn’t sure then of what I wanted. However, hearing his yearnings now, knowing that he craves whelps and pups, I know I desire that, too.
My next heat probably won’t occur for several months.
Or maybe it’ll be during the next moon.
Given my genetics, it’s hard to know for sure.
“Maybe I am Rumpelstiltskin after all,” Oros muses, his eyes dancing with mirth. “I’m craving your firstborn. And second born. And third born.” His eyebrows waggle, his lips curling. “In return, I’ll give you however much gold you want, printesa mea. In fact, I’ll give you my whole sector.”
I giggle. “I think I just need your knot, Alpha.”
“Mmm, you can absolutely have that, too.” He presses his hips against mine, causing said knot to spasm inside me. “Every fucking day and night.”
“Sounds like utopia to me.”
“Not utopia,” he replies. “Just our lives.” He brushes his lips against mine. “An eternity of happily-ever-afters.”
“Sounds like my kind of fairy tale,” I reply.
“Indeed,” he agrees. “Now kiss me until my knot subsides. Then I’ll take you for a flight. I want the whole sector to see their princess on my back.”
“Dressed in gold?” I guess.
His lips curl. “Always, printesa mea. Always.”