Page 16 of Bound by Fire and Scales (The Dragons of Earis #1)

The door slammed shut behind us with a loud thud, and Zephyr spun, his furious gaze meeting me. I knew he was angry. He had spent the rest of dinner glaring at me and Enrik.

“You think it’s funny?” Zephyr’s voice was a sharp hiss, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Flirting with Enrik like that, in front of everyone? In front of the council? What were you trying to do?”

I smirked back at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “What? We were only talking!”

His face reddened, his green eyes flashing with a fierce intensity that made me shudder. “Do you think this is a game? As far as I know, you’re here to be my mate , not Enrik’s!”

I scoffed, unable to contain my feelings any longer. “You know what? I’ve had enough of this! If you care so much about what I do or who I’m with, then why did you reject me? You clearly don’t want me!”

A heavy silence followed as my words lingered between us. There it was. I was humiliating myself in front of a man who didn’t want me the way I wanted him.

“Sabrina—”

“No, don’t ‘Sabrina’ me!” I cut him off, my anger spilling over. “You say you need an heir— isn’t that why I’m here? Why do you keep pushing me away?”

Zephyr took a step toward me. His closeness was enough to make my knees tremble with need. His woody scent, already making my head clouded. “I’m trying to do what’s best for both of us, Sabrina. Given your past and your current situation, I have to…” I winced at that, sobering up fast. Was that why he wouldn’t take the next step with me? Because of my past? “You don’t see that—”

“No, I see exactly what’s happening,” I said, shaking my head as tears of frustration and helplessness stung my eyes. I hadn’t expected Zephyr to be like that, but I had been a fool. Of course, an alpha wouldn’t want an omega who wasn’t pure. “I should have known that you wouldn’t want to touch me once you knew other alphas had me first.”

His eyes widened at my words, just for a moment, before a flicker of hurt crossed his face. Zephyr jerked back like I’d struck him, his shoulders stiffening, the muscles in his jaw clenching tight enough to crack.

“Is that what you think this is about?” His voice was a low rumble, but before I could respond, he closed the distance between us in a few swift strides. His hands grasped my face, and his lips crashed against mine, the kiss deep and urgent, as if he had been holding back for too long and could no longer contain this hunger inside him. His hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, his grip possessive, rough, almost painful, and I groaned, melting into him, and losing myself in the sensation of his firm mouth on mine.

His body pressed against mine, and I gasped in his mouth as I felt every inch of his desire pressing against my abdomen. My body ached with the need to close that distance, to feel him against me, to lose myself in him completely. His lips moved with a desperation that I fought to match. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding their way to his broad shoulders, traveling to his dark red hair and pulling him closer, feeling the strength and warmth of him.

When he finally pulled away, his breath mingled with mine, his green eyes locked onto mine, darkened with longing. “Sabrina...” His voice was a low growl, a rumble that sent shivers down my spine and made my knees weak. The way he said my name, filled with such intensity, such raw need, made my heart race. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as he reached out, his hand cupping my cheek with a tenderness that belied the hunger in his eyes. “I couldn't care less about your past. I care about you now.”

I leaned into his touch, my body trembling, every nerve alive with anticipation. His hand was warm, his fingers rough against my skin, and the simple contact sent a wave of heat rushing through me. “I want you, Sabrina. More than you know. I’ve been trying to take things slow with you because you deserve it. You’re in a vulnerable position coming off the suppressants. It wouldn’t be fair to you. But, Sabrina… You have no idea how much I've been holding myself back.”

“Zephyr,” I whispered, my lips grazing his. “Stop thinking and kiss me again.”

His response was immediate, crushing my lips to his, and I melted into him, allowing him to take charge as the kiss deepened. Our tongues met, and I gasped, a moan escaping my lips as I pressed closer, craving more of him. My hands moved on their own, sliding up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his clothes, the heat of his skin seeping through the fabric. I wanted to rip him out of his clothes and feel him, all of him, against me. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer, my body arching into his.

Zephyr’s other hand found my waist, pulling me tight against him, and I could feel the strength in his body, the raw power that he held in check, just barely. The thought that he was holding back, that there was more to this, more to him, only made the fire inside me burn hotter. I wanted to push him, to see how far we could go before we both lost control.

He broke the kiss for a moment, just long enough to look at me, his eyes blazing with lust. “Sabrina,” he whispered, his voice rough, struggling to keep himself in check. “If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop.”

I met his gaze, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart pounding in my chest. “Then don’t stop,” I whispered back, as I led my hand trembling with need towards the front of his pants to caress his hardness, feeling the heat and the volume of it through the fabric. “Don’t hold back, Zephyr. I want this. I want you.”

Something in his eyes changed, the last shred of his restraint snapping, and then his mouth was on mine again, more demanding, more intense, as if he was devouring me. His lips claimed mine fiercely and I moaned between his parted lips, feeling his hardness pressing against my lower stomach, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, lost in the fire, lost in him.

Alpha, take me. Claim me. Use me.

We were moving, though I barely registered it, too caught up in the kiss, in the heat of his body against mine. My back hit the cold stone wall of the room, and I gasped at the contrast, the coolness of the stone against the burning heat of his touch. But then he was pressing into me, his hands everywhere, his mouth trailing down my neck, and the cold was forgotten, lost in the blaze of his touch.

“Zephyr,” I whined into his mouth at the feeling of his hot tongue exploring my mouth, rolling my hips, grinding down onto his hardness, making both of us groan. My body was on fire, every nerve alive with need, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel. His hands were rough against my body, and I arched into him, giving him everything, anything he wanted.

I was his—completely, utterly his—and I didn’t care about anything else.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. “Sabrina,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Please, tell me to stop. Tell me to stop before I go too far.”

But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I shook my head, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice a desperate whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

And then he was kissing me again, fierce and wild, and I lost myself completely, surrendering to the flames that burned between us, to the need that consumed both our minds. He lifted me, pressing me harder against the wall as I wrapped one of my legs around his waist, making it easier to press my body harder against his, feeling his hardness hot and ready. He was bigger than anyone I’ve had before, and the thought of him filling me, stretching me out, makes a surge of slick gush out of my core. Zephyr thrusted his hips harder, pushing closer to where I desperately needed him, and another moan escaped through my lips.

“Zeph,” I murmured over and over, feeling his hand trail down the neckline of my gown, pushing against the heavy fabric. I didn’t think twice before untying the bow at my back that held the front of the gown in place, loosening it. I close my eyes at the feel of Zephyr’s rough and huge hands spreading across my neck, gently caressing my collarbone until they halted just above my still-covered breasts.

“You’re so beautiful Sabrina,” he murmured and I gasped, arching into him as his large hands cupped my breast. My hips moved instinctively, rolling against him, my breath catching as his hardness pressed against my clit. Our hips rocked harder against each other’s as I chased my climax. He was so hard beneath me that just this would be enough to send me over the edge, the delicious pressure on my clit making me push into him even more.

“Please,” I groaned, digging my nails into his back. He growled into my neck when I began moving my hips more frantically, my clit catching on his cock again and again. Zephyr gripped my hips tighter, taking control of my body, guiding my movements as he wanted. He groaned as he lowered his head to kiss the skin on my neck and shoulders, slowly licking his way down, pulling the front of my gown and freeing one of my breasts to the cold air of the room.

I moaned out loud when I felt the warmth of his mouth engulfing my nipple, sucking on it and making me throw my head back against the wall as sparks shot up my spine. I was so close. So damn close.

“Zephyr,” I screamed as my cunt pulsed in time with the gentle sucking motion on my nipple. “Don’t stop—don’t stop! Gods—!” He growled against me, not stopping even when his thrusting got sloppy. His fingers gripped my hips so hard that I knew I would bruise, but I didn’t care. I wanted more. My back arched as waves of ecstasy throbbed through me.

Zephyr pulled away from my nipple with a soft pop and buried his face in my chest. “Fuck,” he mumbled. I grounded down on him, wishing there was no fabric between us, craving to feel his hardness deep inside of me.

“I need to taste you,” he growled against my chest, his lips trailing upward, teasing my neck, jaw, and finally biting down on my earlobe. “Please, let me taste you,” I was lost in a daze of pleasure, barely able to form a thought, but somehow I nodded, giving him my silent consent.

My knees weakened as he made his way down my body, kissing my belly before urgently lifting the skirts of my dress. I whimpered when Zephyr’s mouth found the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, biting down gently. Damn. How was he so good at this?

Zephyr wasted no time. His fingers slid to my panties, and he groaned when he felt how soaked with my slick they were. “You’re so wet,” he growled, voice deep and possessive. “Fucking dripping. Don’t worry, your alpha’s got you.” He dragged my panties down, and I screamed in pleasure when his lips found my bare heat. He took his time, licking and teasing my folds, slowly working his way to my clit. When he finally began sucking on it, I thought I might pass out from the intensity.

“You taste so sweet,” he mumbled, sliding two long fingers inside of me, as his mouth continued its assault .

“Oh, God—Zeph!” I gasped, my body arching. His fingers stretched me, filling me in a way I’d craved for days. I was desperate for him, desperate for more.

“Such a good omega. So perfect for me.” He kissed my inner thigh briefly before whispering, “I want you to come for me. Show me how beautiful you are when you do. Can you do that for your alpha?” Tears welled in my eyes from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and frustration.

“Please,” I whimpered, forcing my eyes open to look down at him. “Please, Zeph—alpha, make me come! I need it, please, I want to come for you.”

His fingers curled inside of me, over and over, and I arched in pure ecstasy.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned into my thigh before sealing his mouth over my clit, slurping as his fingers pounded deeper inside of my cunt. My body shattered under the force of my second orgasm, every muscle trembling, and if it weren’t for his strong arms gripping my thighs, I would’ve collapsed. Zephyr moaned into me, his fingers coaxing every last wave of pleasure until I finally stopped clenching around him.

He kissed my thigh one last time before crawling back up my body, his eyes holding me captive, predatory and intense. I shuddered under his gaze. Zephyr slowly raised his hand to his mouth, sucking them clean. I gasped at the sight and pulled him into a kiss, the taste of me mingling between us. I moaned, imagining how he’d taste in my mouth. Just as I was about to drop to my knees and finally take his cock in my mouth, a loud knock shattered the haze of desire between us.

We pulled apart, scrambling to make ourselves presentable as the spell was broken, and I rushed to tie the laces of my dress, my heart still pounding.

“Whatever it is—” Zephyr began, his voice tense with irritation, but he was cut off by Anphyr’s soft voice from the other side of the door.

“It’s important, Zephyr.”

He exhaled sharply, frustration evident, though it softened at the sound of his sister. His hands lingered on my waist for a moment longer, then he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead before letting go, though the heat between us still simmered just below the surface.

Zephyr moved to open the door, revealing Anphyr in the hallway, her expression a blend of concern and quiet understanding. Her clear green eyes held no judgment, only a kind, almost motherly affection as she looked at us. “I’m so sorry to interrupt,” she said softly, looking genuinely regretful for intruding. “I didn’t realize you were... occupied.”

“It’s alright, Anphyr,” Zephyr said, his tone more resigned than angry. He glanced at me, his gaze softening before he turned back to his sister. “What is it?”

I blinked, trying to collect my scattered thoughts, the remnants of desire still coursing through me. My skin still tingled where Zephyr had touched, kissed and licked me. I never imagined it was possible to experience such intense pleasure.

Anphyr stepped into the room. “Kislav told me to call for you. We have surprise guests…”

That was enough to get Zephyr’s attention. “Guests?” I could see by his expression that he was overthinking all that could be. All the threats that could be waiting for him and the clan outside. “Let‘s go, Anpyhr. Sabrina you—”

“I’m coming too!” I said, tired of being left out. I wanted to take part in the clan’s affairs, too. After all, I was supposed to be Zephyr’s mate.

Zephyr nodded in understanding. “Alright, let’s go.”

I followed them knowing that the fire between me and Zephyr hadn’t burned out—it was still there, smoldering, waiting for the right moment when it would blaze to life again. And I knew, deep in my heart, that when it did, there would be no stopping it.

No stopping us.