Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Fenix
F enix’s cock twitched, and his blood boiled as the proud omega tilted his chin toward the night sky. He could barely stand on his own two feet, yet he dared to deny his alpha’s birthright over him. Fenix licked his lips, delighted. Interesting couldn’t begin to describe the frost dragon.
“You’re cute for your size, but you may need to get your head checked,” he flirted lamely, his pride in his heritage and status challenged by the sheer size of the omega, just a head shorter than him.
On the other hand, Fenix was exhilarated by his masculine body, lean with muscle, and the prospect of mating with such a beautiful creature. The Gods were more than kind to him to deliver such a sturdy and lovely mate. And an ice dragon, even one mixed with lowly human blood, was exceptionally rare. It was a blessing all around. They would skip the not-so-pleasantries and jump into clutch if Fenix had his way.
“Cute? I guess I am cute compared to the giant of a man attempting to plow my ass,” he grumbled, and Fenix chuckled.
He was uncouth, which excited the noble more, who was more used to a battlefield than the stuffy formality of kindred noble society by now.
The omega’s icy glare melted into lovely gray pools flecked with blue, and they shot invisible ice sickles at Fenix’s head. His omega’s stiff cock pressed against his leg told another story, one far less rebellious. His scent was thick and sweet, like sugared chunks of ice handed out to Lunar Carnevale goers to suck upon. And Fenix wanted nothing more than to suck and lick and taste every inch of him.
Because make no mistake, Fenix thought, a bone-deep knowing making him realize his intentions were already being communicated through the bond, you’re coming with me, all the way to the capital city. You are willing, yet so afraid, and I’m ready for the challenge.
Nothing was better than taming an omega and showing them the love and devotion they deserved. And how he had longed for over two hundred years to be in his mate’s arms, not midnight flings. Like his father before him, Fenix wanted to find his fate, and now he was here, resistant, yet so tempting.
Finally, Fenix thought as he cracked his knuckles, after a month of chasing after this intoxicating scent, I’ve found its owner. Now, all I want to do is seed him. The desire is overwhelming me.
Through the haze of his lust, the omega appeared larger than life under the waning moonlight. He was, in fact, the tallest and strongest omega Fenix had ever encountered.
From his broad shoulders and sparsely hairy chest, his omega’s entire being screamed alpha, or at the very least, beta. But the noble-born alpha knew that under all his bravado, rigid muscles, and flashing fangs was a bitch in heat, in need of something bigger, thicker, and harder than his fingers to fill his hungry hole.
Just the memory of the omega’s fingers plunging inside his wet heat almost made Fenix come undone. But instead of pouncing right away, he groaned, palming his erection, stepping forward as the omega stumbled backward.
His omega gazed up at him with expectant eyes, which seemed unusual given his verbal resistance. But then, it dawned on Fenix that he was gazing at him the same way. The alpha stroked his slick cock harder, aware that the omega’s eyes trailed downward to meet his hand that time. Fenix was proud of the tinge of fear flickering between the icy walls his omega threw up around his heart. A dragon’s pride was their size, including the curvature of their horns, their wingspan, and yes, even the girth and length of their cocks, and Fenix was impressive to his omega. That much was certain.
The alpha would have pounced on him again if he knew it wouldn’t elicit a scream of pain. Fenix loved it when his lovers were loud, but the pain only turned him on if a moan of pleasure followed soon after. He’d have to act carefully so he could get back to doing what he came to do—ride his fated mate’s backside until he was begging to be filled with his cock like a half-feral beast.
“Fuck off! Can you hear? I said, fuck off!” the omega all but howled, his eyes shifting to an awful muddy gray.
Fenix sucked in a sharp, calming breath, ignoring the threat in his tone to focus on the way his plump, pink lips moved up and down. The alpha couldn’t wait to shove his cock down the stubborn dragon’s throat, to feel those lips wrapped around his hard dick rather than spitting curses at him.
Damn it!
Fenix moaned out loud, dizzy from the new wave of pheromones hitting him. The omega knew the truth, even though he didn’t want to admit it. They both did. So, Fenix needed his mate to skip the theatrics.
When he assumed he was going to fuck an omega, the pleasure had been immense. But to know he was now claiming his omega, his long-awaited fated mate, made the chase even more thrilling than beforehand. Deep down inside, Fenix knew this was what the Elders meant by a chance encounter with one’s fate. Their bond was undeniable, intrinsic. No words could describe the swell of fear and protectiveness that exploded in his chest when Fenix heard the omega cry out otherwise. Or every time the omega faced a challenge on the road, especially those dead bandits that had been about to attack. Fenix had to swoop in to guide him, herding him to his caravan at first, and then was elated to find out that’s where he was heading.
It’s fate! It’s fate and damn if I’m not elated, he thought with another rugged groan.
His soldiers defended the caravan the omega was limping towards, and now they would add another to their hoard. This omega meant nothing to Fenix until his scent blasted his nose during the Battle for Wolveria Falls. Now, this omega, his omega, was his world until his rut calmed down and his rational mind returned.
Proper courtship would come later. They needed to satisfy their basic instincts right then and there on the forest floor. And, in the presence of a lowborn, no one expected a noble like Fenix to think with his headfirst rather than his cock.
“As your alpha, I will not ‘fuck off.’ Far from it, I will fuck you and take you with me,” Fenix retorted, taking a step forward as his mate stepped back again. “You are on your way to the Carnevale, I assume? At least, that is the only reason you would be heading to the capital all by yourself. It is the only time it is safe for half-kindred like you. Do not fear. My company can protect you. I will protect you once our bond is sealed.”
“Protect me from what, you arrogant fuck? I was fine until you came around and tried to stick your dick in a place it doesn’t belong. Fuck! Off! I can fend for myself. Go into the village. They’re whores and widows aplenty who would kill to submit to a pureblood alpha like you. Leave me alone! You’re the reason I’ll miss the caravan anyway.”
His omega’s eyes were furious, though his flushed cheeks told a very different story. Snapped out of his fantasy, hypnotized by the way his lips moved with every venomous word he uttered, Fenix growled. The omega’s voice dripped with misguided accusation.
Fenix rushed forward in a flash, and the omega found himself backed against a tree. Fenix’s eyes drifted downward an inch, the men now chest to chest and nearly eye to eye. He suppressed another groan of satisfaction as the omega’s pheromones laced with his own, creating a mind-numbing aphrodisiac only they could smell. Fenix knew the omega could feel the electricity jumping between them, his eyes rippling with lust as he tried to shut himself off from the taller alpha.
He wouldn’t allow that to happen. He didn’t spend decades waging war on behalf of the kindred crown to secure his position within the future noble ranks beneath the Empress, to protect his clan, only to let his fated mate slip from his grasp and from his command. His war hoard had fought to create a home for themselves, free of strife and safe for their descendants. Fenix meant to ask for a reward for his years of service during this lunar cycle, but now, the Gods and Goddess handed it to him instead. All he had to do was claim his prize.
Fenix would breed the omega long and hard, then take him with him if he liked it or not. But first, Fenix needed to know his mate’s name, and his mate needed to know his. He wanted to hear him cry out for him at the height of pleasure and beg for his cock after screaming his alpha’s name for the world to hear.
“I hear you loud and clear, omega, ” Fenix murmured, gently gripping the stranger’s throat. “I am sure you have woken up the Gods of the forest with your whiny yapping!”
He sucked in a sharp breath, lacing his fingers in his spitfire’s hair, teasing his omega’s petite horns so cute and tiny like most omega’s were, “But it does not change the fact that you are defenseless right now, in heat and dripping wet. If you so much as exit the forest, who knows what will happen to you as the returning soldiers catch a whiff of your scent? I will protect you because you are mine now and forever. It is what it is. I can offer you riches and my word, which is worth its weight in gold in the capital. So, what will it be?”
His answer came in the form of a closed fist as the omega slammed his jaw– hard.
Fenix’s head flew back; he didn’t retreat this time, boxing the omega against the long tree trunk they leaned on. The last thing he needed was for him to shift and take off again, potentially hurting himself in the process.
“Who do you think you are?” Fenix bellowed, eyes flashing gold as he cupped his bruised chin, tasting the familiar coppery taste of blood.
He spat to his left and bared his teeth at the omega, who cowered in return.
To conceive of an omega treating him with such contempt made his dragon shudder with rage. He would have smacked him back to knock some sense into the omega’s thick skull, but the way he curled into himself gave Fenix pause. Like the battlefield, he had to be rational, using his mind over his baser instincts. Besides, he had never raised his hand against an omega. It was beyond imagination until now, tricked by the intensity of his longing, jumbling his emotions.
The omega was unstable, a half breed barely able to hold on to his authentic shape. Mixing his heat and Fenix’s pheromones into the equation made him a ticking time bomb, at best. At worst, they could go ballistic, and their first meeting would become a bloodbath.
Fenix dragged his eyes up and down the omega’s body, gazing at him with fresh eyes, holding him at arm’s length as he dug his claws into the omega’s forearms before bringing him closer to feel his white pelt against his bare chest.
The feeling was divine! Yes, he could take whatever the omega dished out, and he would keep his wits about him. Nothing would stop Fenix from consummating their bond and marking his fated mate, not his bad temper, hard fists, nor arrogance.
“Please! Why me? Just let me go. Please!” He glared up at Fenix defiantly, keeping his voice steady even as he begged, lower half rubbing against him.
It was an impressive feat, given all the pheromones Fenix unleashed on him to calm him down and make him complacent. It was admirable that he still showed such defiance.
“What is your name?” Fenix changed tactics, trying to distract him instead.
It worked because the omega blinked up at him, confused.
“Why does it matter?” he replied after a long, drawn-out silence.
“Because it becomes tedious to keep referring to you as my omega in my mind, as it must in yours to call me your alpha.”
Fenix made a point of saying he was his alpha, and the same was true in reverse. A cocky smirk spread across Fenix’s flushed face as his omega bit his bottom lip, eyes darting left. But his coyness didn’t last long.
The omega either missed the endearment or ignored it completely, gritting out, “Akhtar, you piece of shit! And I’m not yours. You aren’t mine, either.”
“...You have a trashy mouth, but I suppose it’s befitting a lowborn. I am Fernando del Fenix Shadowrin, leader of the Royal Flame Dragon War Hoard and the former crown prince of the Shadowrin Dragon Clan. You will call me alpha or Fenix, whichever you prefer… Akhtar. ”
Fenix waited for a response, ignoring the way Akhtar’s nipples perked up when he said his name, brushing against Fenix’s chest.
“If you think I’m going to get on my knees and spread my cheeks for you, you’ve got another thing coming. Maybe another wallop to the chin,” Akhtar said after another strained silence, eyes melting back to their natural gray-blue hue.
“Of course I do! I’m barely keeping myself from throwing you to the ground this instant and filling your filthy mouth and dripping wet ass. As is my birthright, omega. Now, get on your knees and display your gratitude that I, a noble born alpha, would want the likes of you.”
Fenix flinched as he ended his rant, unfamiliar with the person he was in front of Akhtar. He never threw around his birthright and title like that, yet he felt he had to in front of this particular omega. Most likely because he was being so obtuse and combative, Fenix convinced himself as he reached down to roll Akhtar’s nipple with his thumb and forefinger, taking his cock into his free hand, pumping slowly.
The omega whimpered, but this time through hooded eyes and panting lips. He was enjoying himself, letting down his defenses. Whether it be from his pheromones or his realization of his position, Fenix didn’t care. All that mattered was that he bent over and took him in before the noble-born exploded onto his stomach like a hatchling experiencing his first rut.
“Please... I can untangle that knot in your chest. I can quench that heat pooling in your gut. Let me in. You know you want to... Akhtar, please. ”
Fenix changed tactics again, pleading not beneath him if it meant finding release, licking the length of Akhtar’s neck. It did the trick. Akhtar sunk back down to his knees slowly, staring up at Fenix, who cupped his chin. The omega toyed with the tip of the alpha’s cock with his tongue, eyes uncertain, Akhtar’s erection bobbing midair as he played with his anus.
Interesting, Fenix thought, he is less experienced than I would have thought for a lowborn.
“If this is your pitiful excuse of a blowjob, I would rather you just turn around, raise your hips, and present your ass,” Fenix barked, again coming off much cruder than he meant to. But he couldn’t help himself. He was long past the point of foreplay being enough to suppress his desire for Akhtar.
To his surprise, Akhtar did as he asked without complaint, spinning around, lifting his ass, and parting his cheeks for him. He leaned against the tree slightly to keep himself balanced. A shiver ran up Fenix’s spine as he took a knee and positioned his shaft at his entrance. Fenix’s nails dug into his ripe cheeks, thrusting forward to claim what was his with abandon. But Akhtar stopped him, pulling away, groaning in pain.
Confused, Fenix realigned the head of his cock with his ring, and pressed forward, carefully, gently, aware of what went wrong instantly as the tightness of the omega’s heat strangled Fenix’s swollen cock, cutting off the blood flow to his knot.
“A virgin?” Fenix was surprised and all at once thrilled.
He didn’t wait for Akhtar to respond, allowing the omega to adjust to his size. He would be Akhtar’s first and his last. In turn, Akhtar would be his last. Fenix couldn’t imagine another mate other than him.
“Relax, Akhtar, or you’ll tear,” Fenix grunted, pulled from his thoughts, the tightness now painful on his engorged, already knotted cock. Fenix realized Akhtar shouldn’t be so tight when he was soaking wet, and yet...
The alpha couldn’t think straight. He barely had a few inches inside of his omega for the first time, and neither of them would find any pleasure if he continued shoving along. So he pulled out, regretting their lost connection instantly.
“What are you doing!?” Akhtar whimpered as Fenix parted his tanned cheeks and lowered his face to his ass.
Fenix’s eyes flicked up, grinning as his tongue entered him. Akhtar howled in return. The alpha pulled out to lick his balls before stuffing his twitching wet hole again. Fenix’s tongue flicked up and down before pressing forward, deeper and deeper, eating his fill. He added a finger and then another until the omega was sufficiently stretched.
To his shame, Fenix came from eating Akhtar out like some sort of novice. But he’d do what he had to, to fuck him properly, to have his omega’s wet hot heat consume him whole. Fenix pulled out with a wet pop and plunged back in with his half-erect cock, not giving his omega time to think, only to feel. It was enough; as this time Fenix sunk in quickly, his thrusts met with no resistance and only the slapping of their bodies joining as Akhtar rocked back with each thrust of his alpha.
They kept up the maddening rhythm, each fighting for dominance in their passionate dance. Fenix’s head rolled back, releasing a breathless moan as he plunged balls deep, knot and all, and held. He came again, white-hot pheromones exploding in his core, encased in his omega, chest plastered against Akhtar’s back. Fenix’s chest heaved as he finished coming inside of Akhtar, slapping his ass for good measure. He reached around to pump his mate’s shaft, so they could both climax and was excited to find his stomach already sticky wet and smaller cock limp.
Both drenched in sweat, they held their position for what felt like eons. Finally, Fenix found the strength to bring the tips of his fingers to his mouth and lapped up Akhtar’s seed. He pulled out before he could swell, post-climax clarity warning him he’d get the omega pregnant.
An ouroboros bloomed red and angry on his omega’s belly as Fenix took them to the ground, symbolizing a fate bond between dragons. Akhtar all but fainted, as Fenix caught his rolling head, carefully allowing it to touch the grass. Fenix’s head hung back as he straddled Akhtar’s waist, already hard again, pumping his engorged cock and stroking his swollen knot until he jerked hard and moaned. Akhtar’s chest and chin were covered in vicious white streaks, his eyes closed, sticky wet lips parted.
He was perfect, and hopefully, soon, he’d be pregnant.
No! Fenix thought and then threw the thought away. Why not? He is mine. Mine to hold, to seed, and to breed. Why not allow my cock to swell inside his tight hole and fill him until his egg rounds and our heir?
Yes, that was right; his dragon demanded it. Fenix would see to it, sinking back inside, nestling deeper inside until his balls were plastered against Akhtar’s bum, allowing his swollen cock to stretch his omega out, to lock them together and fill him up to the brim as his knot throbbed. Fenix kissed Akhtar’s lips until he was sure they were swollen, too, their tongues touching, tasting, exploring as the omega opened for him in more ways than one.
I can taste victory on my mates’ frozen lips as scorching desire burns through my body from the tip of my tail through the span of my wings.
Fenix’s shallow thrusts sped up, but kept his pace slow and steady, so swollen and stiff that the mere movement was driving him into ecstasy.
“Fenix,” Akhtar whispered, wrapping his arms around Fenix’s neck in a tight embrace and roared his climax. “You bastard.”
Fenix was momentarily stunned, but he shook the feeling off as quickly as it came. It was to be expected, after all. Love would blossom along with his mark slowly but surely. But he was wounded, nonetheless. Fenix craned his neck so he could kiss Akhtar’s eyelids, now screwed shut, and began rocking back and forth once more as Fenix hugged him back.
“I am no bastard, Akhtar. You hate what you think I’ve done to you. What you’ve become. I can tell... Ah! I can tell you’re proud.”
He drove deeper, punishingly so, and Akhtar shuddered as his cock twitched though no fluid leaked out. His eyes opened, glowing a magnificent sky blue matching his thick, curly hair, and Fenix shot him a maddening grin full of fangs.
“You don’t know your place, but that’s okay. It is only natural, your birthright, to be shielded, to be pampered, to be protected, to be dominated, and yes, to be fucked by your alpha. There’s no shame in submitting to your destiny. Forever... My omega... My omega, forever mine! You are my fated mate!”
Fenix punctuated each sentence with a thrust before impaling Akhtar and holding, completely spent. He gripped his mate’s throat, head rearing back, and howled. Then he bore his fangs fully, head flying downward, biting down hard. Finally, Fenix marked Akhtar on the side of his neck with a precision that came from instinct alone, missing any vital blood vessels.
The trait was a relic of the past, before the kindred bloodline fractured. Only feral werewolves and the vampires usually marked their fated mates with a claiming bite in those days. But among fire dragon purebloods, a claiming bite was still part of the mating bond like the magic mark that circled their omegas’ navels.
Akhtar’s back arched, screaming and then roaring his release, leaking more sticky white seed on their stomachs as he came and came and came. Then, Akhtar’s eyes fluttered shut, his body went limp, and Fenix wondered if he’d ever wake up again once his dragon retreated and he realized the extent of his claim. He did not have time to assess the damage for long, holding Akhtar close, muttering a spell, and disappearing in a plume of smoke glittering with starlight.
They had to return home, where Fenix could protect his omega, and maybe even win over his stubborn heart.