Chapter Eight
Roan
Something about watching Wallace with the little imps of children made my entire body flare up in uncomfortable heat.
My cock, which had played a confusing game of whack a mole with my insides, decided it was a perfectly opportune time not to exit but to threaten to play a game.
Deep-seated instincts told me that Wallace was a perfect specimen from his scent to his colors, all striking bronze and dark brown that held a rainbow sheen in their pattern.
“I’ll retire as well. I—don’t make a habit of this. I swear. I just—” I rose to stand and followed as Wallace walked ahead, tail flicking in this salacious curl I couldn’t ignore.
We wound our way in silence through the rather closed-concept home.
Every room had a door, every hallway a half dozen more.
Cool, fresh air flowed around us, the air rich with the scent of plant life and the temperature and humidity the perfect ratio.
Every aspect of the planet welcomed me like a home I didn’t know I needed. “It’s a nice home…”
“Thanks. They gave it to Noel.” Wallace didn’t elaborate, but I had more questions.
“Why?”
“Noel is the only one of us with a direct link to born and bred Naleucians, and he’s genetically the most important person on the planet.
Also, he and Doc are revered because they had the first eggs in generations.
” Wallace said it with a grin, and the thought of eggs did seem to be very important, as well as the little ones.
“That’s why all the omegas here are desperate to breed. ”
“I suppose you’ve been busy.” The thought of Wallace fucking another omega, a beta, anyone, made me irrationally angry.
“Nope. Not really into the whole… I dunno. Nobody’s really caught my gaze. Well—” Wallace glanced me up and down. “I mean, every male has their breaking point.”
“Joy. I’m your final straw.” My tail dragged on the floor behind me in a way that caught Wallace’s gaze, but his did that curl again, inviting me to follow him.
“Straws pile up, but throwing a lead pipe atop the pile would break anyone.” Wallace shrugged.
“You do know that straw was a plant, right? The stems of a wheat-like plant?” I hesitated, and Wallace frowned. “They were tubular when dried… They were carried in bundles on agricultural beast backs…”
Wallace’s brows knit together, and instead of a retort, he approached me, swung his arm around, and wrapped it around my waist. “Hey!”
“We can talk about shrubbery later.” His gruff voice vibrated through me, making my body sing as much as his appearance and the warm scent that reminded me of oud, a fragrance I’d only had the pleasure of smelling once, and it had driven me mad to scent it again.
And with him, I had. I breathed deeply as he slung me over his shoulder, almost effortlessly.
All hopes I’d harbored about topping ever again? Gone. Extinct.
He marched through two more sets of doors before forging into what I had imagined would be a small room with white smooth-stoned walls like the rest of the house, but the inside was anything but. A grand room opened for us, warm sun shining from the ceiling through a domed window.
“I’m…more of a lights-out sort of guy.” Wallace cleared his throat as he made a gesture in the air, bringing up his interface that made the warm light from the ceiling retreat, drawing the room into comfortable darkness.
“You sell yourself short. I do like the way you look.” I huffed as he flung me forward and collapsed on my back, tail flailing as I did so.
Wallace’s face was hard to read in the dark, his richly pigmented skin washed out in the shadow. As if considering my statement, he paused, his body going still until his tail found mine again with a gentle curl. “Old habits, but I like to immerse myself. Anything worth doing is worth doing right.”
“And what are we doing?” I spread my limbs out and luxuriated on the strangely soft bedding.
The bed, circular and depressed in the center, was every bit the nest that had been told of Naleucians.
And my body loved it. I writhed until the shadow of his form loomed over me, his bare chest radiating heat against me.
Hot, scaled palms raked my body, as he put gentle weight into his touch.
Fingertips rose up my bare midriff to the cropped top they’d given me to wear; the loose, soft fibers made to adorn my form in pleasing ways, more so than protection.
Still, he pushed the top up and slid it over my head, off my arms. Where it went, I didn’t know or care, but the thought vanished as his hot mouth drew over my neck, opening with a sweet, warm breath.
“I know what I’m doing,” Wallace said, his breath shaking as he pulled his face away from my neck and plush lips kissed and plucked over my chest until a pointed tongue traced my nipple.
“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” I groaned as our tails found one another and coiled tight.
“I’ve never been with an omega, so tell me if what I’m doing is good or not.” Wallace kissed his way down my rib cage, down my slender belly, and he paused at my waistband before skillfully doing away with the material, unfastening the belt over my tail that kept them up.
“Doing good so far.” I shivered and cried out as his lips brushed the start of my slit, tongue dipping in to flick over the head of my cock. At that, all my restraint faded away, and my cock pulsed and pushed against his tongue.
He pressed his tongue against it, preventing it from exiting my body, and I jerked my hips, ready to tell him to stop.
I couldn’t. The pleasure that shuddered through my body was as if my very insides were clenching and pulsing over my shaft.
Every convulsion trying to free my cock brought me higher. “Yes! Yes!”
He continued to circle his tongue, keeping my cock locked inside me. The fact that he continued doing just that when I rewarded his actions, made pleasure as hot as lava flow through me. Progenitors’ sake, a lover that listens!
Still, when my breathy noises grew too urgent, he let my cock flow straight into his mouth where I had no time to warn him. My tail tightened around his in a solid clench, and I came so hard, I saw stars, pulsing into his hot mouth.
He laved his tongue over me and gently let me down until my cock softened and retreated with a dull throbbing sensation.
Cold followed the letdown, relief from the heat that had consumed me.
And still, he tended me, kissing my mound, letting his hands wander my thighs.
With a breathy whisper, he spoke over my opened slit; the barest flutter of his lips there made my heart skip a beat.
“You taste amazing. Tell me when you’re ready to go again. ”
“I need a minute.” I leaned my head back, closing my eyes to bathe in his gentle touches. “But soon.”
Still, his hands wandered, breath tracing, nose running along my inner thighs and up over my belly as if taking in my scent and the feel of the flesh transitioning to scales beneath my navel. A little growl nestled in his throat, and I was undoubtedly ready. “Please.”
That single word had his fingers at my slit, rubbing along the crease until my cock pushed out once more.
He ignored it, that time, though. I almost complained until a single finger pressed into my opening and explored my untouched hole.
I groaned in utter bliss and understood that a touch to my cock would overstimulate me too soon.
He explored my insides with that single digit, pressing at the odd spot in my inner depths until one made my tail cramp tight and cock jerk.
He made an odd hum of interest until a second finger joined his first, opening me up with a gentle spread.
The pads of his digits seeking out every place that made me moan.
Then, with his other hand, he gripped my cock and stroked once, and pleasure shot through my tunnel, a systematic pulse and clench running the length of his fingers, mirroring the stroke of my cock. “Wha—”
“You didn’t know about that part, either.” He hummed and laughed before giving me one more stroke that sent my hips jerking upward.
“Mff, less talking—more cock!” I lost my breath as he curled his fingers and drew his hands away with a featherlight touch that, when it disconnected, left me with a flash of abandonment in my mind.
I was alone, adrift in darkness and space without anything to ground me, careening toward an open sun until gravity seized me with warm hands at my hips.
His tail retwisted against mine in a new position, and my mind knew somewhere, whether it was factual or not, that the whole reason Naleucians tied tails was to remind them they wouldn’t float away. To ground us.
“And you were worried people would make fun of you for being an omega or being purple.” Wallace leaned down to sniff along my neck again, his tongue gliding out to trail the fine sinew there.
So much saliva leaked as he opened his mouth, breath hitching before teeth pressed into my scales.
And just as quickly, he pulled away with a harsh breath.
“Cover it up. Please.” Wallace searched the bed and glanced around in a near panic, pupils blown wide. Drool dripped from his lips, the scent of it different than it’d been when we started.
“It’s not like I won’t heal. Fuck. Bite me, asshole.” I pulled him in and he struggled, grabbing for my shirt to wrap it over my neck in a frustrated gesture before he bit, pinching flesh but not penetrating.
My entire body bowed, and he insinuated himself between my legs, spearing into me carelessly while his body jerked, hips pumping on instinct and reflex alone. All the time, he growled, snarling into that muffled bit of shirt.
I screamed with pleasure, something shooting through my brain telling me to let him bite. Let him claim and own. My tail undulated, pumping along his tail as if trying to stroke it like a cock.