Chapter 25
Malin
When I fingered his slick hole, he let out a cry of pleasure. Untouched, his cock jerked and went off like a fountain. The sight filled me up. There was over the top lust but also something more. Something inside me that wanted to protect, hold, never let go.
I’d never felt this way for anyone.
Now I could look back and see all of this connection between us forming from the first night we met. I was too closed off to see it. Until now.
Cassius’s eyes were closed, the eyelids a pretty dark pink beneath blond brows. His mouth was open as he gasped for oxygen. His eyes fluttered open and our gazes met. His hands went to the backs of his thighs to hold his spread legs high. Then he opened himself to me. He spoke one word. “Please.”
My cock throbbed as I looked up and down his body. I crawled over to kneel before him, my hands resting on either side of his hips. Cassius’s eyes grew big as if he’d been waiting for this his whole life.
I leaned over him, my engorged cock dragging against his crack, and kissed him on the mouth. Kissing him was like an event. A fire in my veins. I didn’t need more stimulation, but I wanted to do it. And ask him one more thing.
“Are you hurting?”
He shook his head. His lips were damp from the kiss. “All I feel is need and want. For you. Please.”
“You’ll tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop right away.”
“Promise.”
I sat back, my cock bobbing, and pressed my hands to his cheeks, spreading them. My thumb rubbed over his slippery hole, making him moan. He was ready. His body begged for me. Mine for his. I replaced my thumb with my cock, holding it steady as I teased his hole with the swollen tip.
The touch of my overly sensitive cockhead to the compound of warm omega slick sent pre-orgasmic shockwaves through me.
That was new. His hole opened, gaping in invitation.
My balls clenched. My hips jerked forward.
I steered my cock into that beautiful gape and pushed.
He was tight as his muscles worked to accept me.
More groans. The room spun. Cassius lifted to me and the ring of muscle, already slick, loosened and I slid inside in one full thrust. I had meant to take my time, to let him get used to me. But that moment was here and gone in a blink.
Stunned, I froze. Cassius tossed his head on the pillow, eyes shut. The warmth of his body sheathed me. And then his inner muscles began to ripple against my shaft, responding to it, milking it. That was new, too. An alpha’s insides didn’t ripple. Not like this.
My own moans joined his.
He spoke between frantic breaths. “Please. You can move.”
Slowly, I began to withdraw. His channel gripped me, undulating around me. I’d never felt anything like it.
I watched my own cock, shining with his slick, retreat halfway.
That was as far as I got before the urge to be all the way inside him overwhelmed me again.
I pressed in with a flick of my hips, then pulled slowly out.
I did this over and over, watching my cock go in and out of his hole.
Every part of my body sang. My skin shivered but not from cold.
It was pure excitement. My hips moved faster until I was pounding into him.
He groaned and canted his hips high to invite more.
My thumb pressed against one soft ass cheek, holding it open, but he was already wide open for me. Needing it. Wanting it. Something I had convinced myself, from what I knew of him, he’d never enjoy.
My balls slammed against those cheeks. Everything turned hot and quivery. My body ceased to be my own and seemed possessed by something else, something that called, claimed, bred, loved.
Love?
It sounded right and I had already gone too far over the edge to question it.
My orgasm was climbing, sending pre-echoes of what was to come through my limbs, my blood, my brain.
The sensation flew up higher and higher until it came apart in a flood of light.
My cock thrust one more time and began to pump its liquid inside him.
I lowered my body to his, slipping my arms under his back, bringing us chest to chest as I came in long, hard bursts. In my euphoria, I cried out his name, my teeth scraping against his exposed neck.
I felt Cassius’s hard cock press my stomach. Warmth flooded between us as he came again.
I heard myself. It sounded like I was sobbing. It sounded like I was saying, “I didn’t know,” on some sort of repetitive loop. Then I began to knot.
During sex with alphas, knotting was rare. I’d experienced it only a handful of times in my life with another alpha, all those times when I was younger.
Cassius’s arms went around my shoulders. He pressed tight, holding me. But wait. I was supposed to be holding him, comforting him.
With my full knot inside him now, my muscles went limp. Knowing I was too heavy, I tried to roll us both on our sides, facing him that was too awkward. Cassius held on. Even his bent knees gripped my hips.
The knot sent me into untold realms of ecstasy as I heard Cassius say softly, “Yes, knot me, alpha. Knot me.”
When my knot receded and my senses returned, I breathed out a whisper. “Gods have mercy, little wolf.”
His face was buried in the crook of my neck.
I freed one hand to cup his face and force him to look at me. “Are you all right?”
“Better.” The answer was immediate.
“Better?”
“Better than all right.” His eyes were still glazed and dreamy.
I gently pulled out of him, rolling to his side and bringing him with me. He allowed it, curling into me, his skin hot where it met mine. I put my face into his hair and rubbed at the softness.
“Will you—will you do that again?” came a soft voice.
The sound, the touch, the meaning of the words sent a new rush through my body. “Tell me anything you need and I’ll do it.”
“Because I’m in heat?”
“Yes. And no.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your heat just began. I would do anything for you at any time, period.”
His cheek rubbed my chest and he sighed, breath floating warm across my skin. “Including rent me for eight mil?”
“I guess so.” I started to laugh. “I never spent that much for anything. So yes, I’d do anything for you and not just because you’re in heat.”
He snuggled closer, his knee bumping my thigh. I wasn’t one who cuddled much. Not until now. Now, I wanted to keep holding him, keep him in place. Claim him again.
“I want to make you mine.”
“I’m already yours,” he murmured. “You own me.”
“I don’t mean it like that.” This was easy, speaking to him with my heart. Easy but strange. I’d had difficulty admitting to any emotion for so long. Especially out loud.
It’s easy because he is our mate.
Usually, Malinekan left me alone for private things like having sex. If he felt anything during it, he didn’t say. He didn’t intrude. It was a huge statement to make. Our mate. That part hadn’t been discussed.
“Cassius, I meant I want to make you mine as… as my mate.” My voice broke on the last word. What if he freaked out and said no? What if he grew terrified again?
He lifted his head until his lips were only an inch from mine. “You’ve never talked like that.”
“I know.” I pressed my forehead to his.
“But I can’t have kids.”
“You don’t know that. Besides, I never said anything about kids, did I?”
His forehead creased. “That’s what omegas are for. To be bred.”
“That’s a limited life view.”
“It’s what we’re taught from day one. All of us, not just sets.”
Out of the blue, Malinekan began to speak.
Ardent belief systems become thoughtless ritual over time.
People have confused notions. Dragons have long memories passed on through our telepathic connections.
Once, when dragon omegas were prevalent, we believed in mutual equity.
No one was better than any other. When omegas became scarce, they were looked at as more valuable which tempts a commodity and asset-oriented society to want to exploit them.
Dragons have failed to steer their human counterparts, as have other shifter beasts. We are all at fault.
I shook my head. Malinekan was giving me a speech, talking too fast for me to keep up. I translated in way too much simplicity for his tastes. “Malinekan disagrees. You are not only meant for breeding.”
“I know myths,” he said softly. “The strong will always conquer the weak.”
“Not always” I replied. It felt more as if Cassius who had conquered me. I didn’t completely understand myself. But lying here with him I felt sliced open, exposed, pouring out my heart’s blood for him to see.
He rested his head on me until I thought he was asleep. But soon his body began to shiver. He moaned, trying to turn onto his stomach.
“It hurts now.” He hid his face in the bedspread.
“Where?”
He lifted his hips. “Touch me. Please.”
I ran my hand over the curve of his pretty ass.
“Yes.” He hissed. “More.”
My fingers delved into the crevice, coming away soaked. He pushed his knees under his chest and offered himself.
My cock twitched. My fingers brushed his wet hole.
He hollered for more. I wanted him again but continued to explore with my hand.
My forefinger dipped inside his gaped hole.
As far as I could reach, I massaged the internal walls.
Then I added a second finger, creating a doubled massage, applying a little more pressure.
Under my ministrations I felt his channel convulse and pulsate.
It sucked my fingers in the way it had milked me.
I felt my cock spurt a little at the memory of that sensation.
As I stroked him inside, his breathing grew deep.
“That helps. It doesn’t hurt. It’s better. The cramping is awful but your fingers make it stop.”
“Do you need more?”
“Yes, please.”
“Say what you need.”
“Um, um, your….”
“Go on. I want to hear you say it.”
“Your cock. I need your cock. Please.”
Without question, I gave it to him, lining up, pushing into that milking passage hard and fast, feeling his fevered body take mine inside and have its way with me.
After all, I did promise him anything, didn’t I?