Page 11 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon’s Fire (Nesting Ever After: Season Two)

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Aiden

Brock is wearing a pair of his boxers and one of my shirts which drapes over his smaller frame like a dress. His stomach is so big and round. My instincts practically purr with satisfaction as I watch him move around our bedroom, getting ready for bed.

He’s so incredibly beautiful. His orange hair has grown out a bit, curling adorably around his ears. My shirt slides off his left shoulder, showing off all the freckles that are spattered across his skin. I want to kiss each and every one of them.

“Stop looking at me like that or we’ll never get any sleep,” Brock says as he finally gets into bed.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

Brock raises a brow at me before finally he’s chuckling. “I suppose not. Get over here, alpha mine.”

A playful growl sounds in the room, coming from my chest. I leap onto the bed, careful not to jostle Brock too much. His arms wrap around my back, pulling me as tight against him as is possible with his round belly.

“Kiss me,” he whispers, and who am I to deny my omega anything? I lean down and kiss his mouth, melting against him as he immediately opens for me, his tongue darting to touch mine.

We make out like that for a long time, just allowing our arousal to sizzle under our skin. It feels so good to just kiss my mate like this. It’s Brock who starts moving his hips, riding his erection against my hip. He whines against my lips.

I pull back and look down at him, overwhelmed by the magnitude of my affection.

“I love you, Brock,” I say softly, unable to keep it locked away a moment longer. From the moment he walked into my life, I was a goner. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before, like maybe my heart knew it was waiting for Brock.

Brock starts to sniffle, his eyes watering with unshed tears. “Oh, Aiden,” he says, his voice breaking. “I love you too. Will you bite me? Please? I don’t want to spend another day without you officially being my alpha.”

Instead of answering with words, I hold his face between my palms so I can kiss his tears away. Then I lay a soft kiss on his lips.

“There is nothing I want more,” I tell him seriously. I kiss him one more time before moving to his shoulder. I kiss the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. Without any hesitation, I open my mouth and bite down into the skin. I bite until I taste blood on my tongue.

“Aiden!” Brock cries out, squirming beneath me. “Oh my gods. Fuck.”

“Mine,” I say with a growl. “My omega. My mate. My Brock.”

“Yes. I’m all yours,” he says back, looking up at me with glassy eyes. Gods, he’s so perfect. “I need you.”

“Bite me first. Then I’ll take care of you.”

I hold the back of Brock’s neck and he leans up, burying his face against my throat. His teeth rest against my skin and my entire body breaks out with goosebumps. When he bites down, I can feel our connection snap into place. He’s my mate. Brock is my omega. It hurts when he breaks the skin but at the same time, it feels so fucking good.

One of us whimpers and I’m not sure which it is.

“Please,” Brock says as soon as he pulls away from my throat. “Alpha, please. Need you.”

“Flip over for me,” I say, wanting to knot him from behind so it’ll be easy to lie down while we wait for it to deflate.

Brock quickly moves to his hands and knees, arching his back for me so prettily. I run my hands over his ass and down his thighs, just admiring him for a moment.

“If you don’t get your dick in my ass within the next five seconds, Aiden, I swear to every god out there I’ll never forgive you!” Brock’s voice cuts off with a strangled moan as I slide the tip of my cock into his soaking ass.

“Yes, yes, yes. Keep going. Please, Aiden.”

I grab Brock’s hips, holding on so tight I’m sure there will be bruises, and I slowly feed him my cock. I let him have it, inch by inch until he’s practically shaking beneath me. He’s making the prettiest noises which only serve to turn me on even more.

“You take me so well,” I murmur, using my thumbs to pull his cheeks apart, giving myself the perfect view of his hole stretching around my dick. “So perfect.”

Brock reaches back, slapping my hip. “Stop praising me and actually fuck me. Don’t make me regret letting you bite me!”

I chuckle as I start to thoroughly fuck my mate. I fuck him so hard he has to hold his hands against the headboard to keep himself from moving with my hard thrusts. He can’t be sassy if I fuck him well enough. I want him to feel me tomorrow when he tries to sit down.

“Yes,” Brock cries out, pushing back against me with every thrust. The sound of our hips slapping is obscene in the otherwise quiet room. “Yes, alpha. Fuck, just like that. Fuck me! Knot me!”

“Gods,” I hiss out, pleasure racing down my spine. I would almost be embarrassed by how quickly I feel my pleasure building, but it sounds like Brock is right there with me. “You feel so good. You’re gonna make me come, Brock.”

“Yes. Fucking need it, alpha. Give it to me!”

My knot tingles at the base of my cock as it begins to fill with blood. It knocks against his rim and widens Brock’s hole even further, filling him up until he’s whining and moaning. I watch as my mate reaches beneath himself, tugging on his own cock as I fuck him.

“Right there. Just like that. Fuck, alpha!”

Brock cries out as he comes, his ass becoming impossibly tighter around my knot. He feels so hot and wet and tight, it steals my breath right from my lungs. I wrap my arms around his middle and let my chest drop against his back, fucking into him with short, quick bursts.

My knot grows until I’m shoving it in one last time, locking the two of us together as it fully expands. I nose at the mark I left on Brock’s neck. Just smelling the fresh blood is enough for my orgasm to wash over me. I come inside of him, filling him up just the way he was begging for.

My hips swivel, letting my knot tug on his rim just slightly, prolonging both of our pleasures before carefully moving us to our sides. Brock’s body is a line of relaxed muscles in front of me as I nuzzle the back of his head.

“Gods,” I breathe out. “That was amazing. You’re amazing, Brock.”

“I know,” he says right away with a giggle. “I love you, Aiden.”

“I love you too.” Just then, Brock’s body tenses and he hisses out a curse. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Oh yeah. Totally fine. Just a cramp.”

I run my hand up and down his side, trying to help him relax. I breathe him in, realizing with a start that his scent has changed, the tones of it turning darker than usual.

“Breathe. It’s okay.”

“Fuck, Aiden. I know what’s happening and this is the most embarrassing timing possible.”

“What’s going on?”

Brock looks over his shoulder as best as he can while we’re locked together. “The egg is ready.”

“What do you mean it’s ready?”

“It’s coming out?”

“Right now? There’s something in the way!”

“Oh my gods, I know that! But it doesn’t care that your cock is in the way it wants out!”

I do my best to calm my racing heart. The panic of the moment has served to accomplish one important thing, and that’s to let my knot deflate. It’s small enough that I can pull it out without hurting Brock.

“Fuck,” he says with a slight wince. “I’m gonna need you to help.”

“Okay,” I say right away. “Whatever you need.”

Brock gets back onto his hands and knees. He pulls me close by the back of my neck and I go willingly, kissing his lips. We sink into the kiss and both of our bodies go back into a more relaxed state.

As we kiss, Brock takes my hand, guiding it back to his ass. With his guidance, I push a finger inside of him, marveling at how scorching hot he feels. He’s already so loose after having my knot in him so I quickly push in a second and then a third.

“That’s it,” Brock says, pulling back. “Just like that. Another. I need more.”

Now, I’m not a doctor. I’ve never been around when someone in the pack has given birth, but even so, I wonder how this could be helping. Maybe dragon shifters do things differently?

Instead of questioning my mate, I do as he asks, pushing another finger into his hole. There’s barely any resistance as I fuck him with four fingers, stretching his hole even wider.

“Another. More, Aiden. More.”

“More? I’m already four fingers deep, Brock.”

He snaps his teeth at me. “I said another.”

“Okay,” I say quickly, soothing him by kissing his shoulder. “I’ve got you. I’ll give you another.”

I reposition myself so I’m kneeling behind him. I carefully pull my four fingers out before bringing my palm together as best as I can in order to push all five of my fingers into him at once.

“Yes,” he says with a breathy sigh, “just like that. Push them in deeper. The egg is getting ready to descend and I need to be ready.”

It hits me all at once. Oh . I’m making sure he can pass the egg without hurting himself.

We take it slow as Brock continues to have contractions. I can feel it every time he does, his insides squeezing my hand. His channel hugs my hand and it might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever felt. I can’t believe he’s taking all of me like this. Blood rushes to my cock and even though I’ve just come, I’m already rock hard just from the feel of him around my hand. I’m as gentle as possible as I work my hand into his ass until it’s buried up to my wrist.

Oh. My. Gods.

The sight of my hand being buried inside of Brock’s ass is going to be burned into my memory forever. This is so fucking hot. I bite my bottom lip to keep a pleased moan from leaving.

“Alpha,” Brock cries out as I shift my hand slightly, my knuckles rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside him. “I’m gonna come with your fist inside me. Jesus, this is so embarrassing but it feels so good and I can’t stop thinking about how obscene that must look.”

I use my free hand to grab Brock’s wrist, guiding it back to my cock which is hard and aching. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Fuck!”

Brock comes with my fist in his ass, the walls squeezing me impossibly tight. I carefully rut against his hand, groaning in pleasure, until I find my release as well, spilling over his knuckles and onto the sheets, my eyes never leaving his stretched hole.

The orgasm calms both of us down and Brock’s body is more relaxed. I slowly pull my hand out of his ass, marveling at the gape it leaves. He pushes with a soft whimper and I watch as our egg comes into view.

I’m right there to help catch our egg, our baby. As it leaves Brock, his entire body goes slack. He falls onto his belly with a deep sigh.

I stare down at our egg for a long time, just taking it in. It’s beautiful in every way. The shell looks like it’s made of ruby with the most gorgeous shades of sparkly reds, very similar to Brock’s scales when he’s in his dragon form. My heart feels like it’s somehow growing in size, making room for the little one resting safely inside this egg.

Running my fingers over the shell, I can feel that there’s life inside. The shell is warm and I want to tuck it against my belly and do everything in my power to keep the one inside safe.

“Aiden?”

I quickly scoot up the bed, bringing our egg with me so Brock can see. He gives me a sleepy smile, resting a hand on the side of the egg.

“You did it,” I say softly, caressing his cheek. “I’m so proud of you. Look at what you made.”

“We made,” he corrects.

I snort. “You did all the heavy lifting, sweetheart.”

He finally cracks a smile, his gray eyes darting up towards me. “Damn right I did. I think I deserve breakfast in bed for the next six months after that.”

“Anything you want,” I tell him right away, affection overwhelming me. “I love you so godsdamn much, Brock. Thank you for choosing me as your alpha.”

“Like anyone else could handle me.” He shakes his head, petting our egg. “I love you too, Aiden. I’m so glad we’re in this together. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”

I slide my fingers over our egg until my hand rests against Brock’s. I lean over, placing a soft kiss against his lips. Warmth surges through me at the gentle touch.

“You stay here. I’m gonna go get some towels to clean you both up, okay?”

“I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to,” he replies with a tired huff that leaves me grinning. My sassy mate. My fiery omega. “Honestly, I think I’ll be lucky if I can walk without a limp within the next week.”

He’s brash and loud and perfect. I wouldn’t have him any other way because he’s mine . I give him one more kiss before getting up and darting to the bathroom for supplies. I take care of him, washing him and our egg, before getting both of us comfortable in bed with our egg between us. I fall asleep with our hands laced together on the shell of our baby, more content than I thought possible.