Page 5 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon’s Fire (Nesting Ever After: Season Two)

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Aiden

I pace the length of the living room, running my fingers through my hair and willing my heart to stop racing.

What in the everloving hell was I thinking inviting Brock to come stay with me? Sure, I want him to be comfy but that doesn’t mean I should invite a stranger to come sleep with me! What if he wants to have sex? Do I want to have sex? Of course I do but that’s not the fucking point!

I’m freaking out. I’m absolutely losing my mind. I’m so nervous I’m pretty sure I might throw up. My instincts are telling me to take a chill pill, reminding me of how much I want to be around Brock, but fuck my instincts! They obviously don’t know what they’re talking about!

Jesus, is this from the coffee? Is that why I’m freaking out? I swear I’ll never have a regular coffee again for as long as I live if I get through tonight without having a major breakdown.

Well, more of a breakdown than I’m having right now.

Thankfully, my turmoil is interrupted by a soft knock at the door. I quickly run over, pulling the door open and greeting Brock with my best smile.

“Hi,” I say, looking down at him. How is it possible for him to grow more beautiful every time I see him?

“Hi. Having second thoughts?”

All of the worries and anxieties I was feeling just a moment ago fall away. My body relaxes as Brock’s warm berry scent washes over me. The only thing I feel now is a rightness to have him in my space. My instincts give me a quick I told you so .

“Absolutely not,” I tell him, pulling him into the cabin and closing the door behind him. How could I be having second thoughts when he’s here, looking at me with so much gentleness, his scent filling my nose. He’s perfect.

“I’m glad. I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” Brock tells me as he steps inside, taking everything in. “Oh, these cabins are so cute!”

“They really are. Apparently they’re also magical.”

Brock turns towards me, raising his brow. “What?”

“My pack medic came here during the winter and found his mate. They claim it was magical matchmaking or something. If you even believe in stuff like that,” I say shyly, looking at my socked foot. Why did I say that? I’m putting pressure on things to work between us instead of just enjoying what we have while we have it.

Brock steps into my space, placing a gentle finger against my chin. He tilts my head up slightly until our eyes meet. “As a matter of fact, I do believe in stuff like that. It’s hard not to when we can literally shift into a different form, don’t you think?”

I lick my lips and Brock’s eyes follow the motion. “That’s true.”

“I may not believe in true love or soul mates or things like that because there’s so many people and connections out there available to us it seems silly to think we each only have one perfect person for us. But I can’t deny that some connections are stronger than others. I can’t deny that magic is real and might even work at pushing certain people together.” Brock shakes his head. “What matters is what we do with that magic, I guess.”

“And what do you want to do with it?”

“I want to grab it by the balls and enjoy it to the fullest,” Brock says, reaching a hand behind my neck and pulling me down into a kiss.

It’s somehow a complete surprise and exactly how I’ve come to know Brock to react in the little time I’ve known him at the same time. My eyes flutter shut as his lips are planted against my own, my arms wrapping around his slim hips and pulling him tight against my body. Everything inside of me melts, whimpering over how perfect Brock is. He fits against my body so well.

Brock nips my bottom lip hard enough to have me gasping and he uses that as the perfect opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth. My chest rumbles with a growl that vibrates between us as his taste overwhelms me. If this is how good his tongue tastes, I can’t stop wondering how good his slick or his cum will taste. Fuck, I want to find out.

All of the blood in my head moves south until my cock is full and hard, trapped within the confines of my jeans. Brock’s bright raspberry scent invades my nose and my entire body lights up with it. I invited him for an actual sleepover, just the two of us sleeping next to each other, but now I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to do more than that. I want to see him naked. I want to mark his skin. I want to fuck him until we’re tied together with my knot plugging him full of my cum.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, pulling away from the kiss in order to suck in a sharp breath, too overwhelmed with my own imagination. “Fuck, Brock.”

“Is that what you want, big boy? You wanna fuck me?” Brock asks, his voice light and teasing. Does he have any idea how far gone I am? Does he have a single clue how fucking turned on I am or the way my instincts are shouting inside my head for me to mount him and bite him and make him mine? Jesus Christ, I feel like I’m on the brink of going into a full blown rut.

“Brock,” I breathe out, embarrassed by the way my voice comes out so breathy and slurring. All we’ve done is kiss but I already feel like I could come in my jeans at the slightest pressure against my erection.

“Gods, you’re so desperate for it,” Brock whispers, his eyes wide with wonder. “If I asked you to get on your knees for me, would you? Would you do what I wanted knowing it made me happy, Aiden?”

Against my permission, a whimper flies from my chest. I’m powerless to do anything but nod my head and stare down at Brock with wide, pleading eyes. I’m completely wrapped around his finger and if I’m honest, there’s no other place I’d want to be. My instincts want me to take care of him, want to cover him in my cum, want me to make him come until he’ll never be able to even think about another alpha.

I take a step back, running my fingers through my hair. I tug on the strands until pain lances through my scalp, trying to get myself under control. Fuck. What the fuck is going on? Why do I feel so out of control?

“Oh,” Brock breathes out. “Oh, sweetheart. You smell different. Are you going into a rut?”

“Fuck,” I hiss out, turning my back to Brock. This is so embarrassing. This has never happened before. I can’t believe being around Brock has thrown me into a rut!

“Hey,” he says softly. “It’s okay. Everything is okay, Aiden. This can be really stressful if you try to fight it.”

“I know that. You should go, Brock. I don’t want to do anything that we can’t take back. I don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”

There’s a long moment of silence between us where I find myself holding my breath. I’m expecting him to walk past me straight through the front door. Instead, I feel him step up behind me.

My breath catches in my throat as his arms wrap around my middle and his forehead presses against the middle of my back. My heart is pounding a tattoo against the inside of my ribs. My brain is growing more and more foggy as the seconds tick by.

“If you truly want me to leave, I will,” he says softly, his nose brushing against my shoulder blade as he breathes me in. “Or, I can stay here and take care of you.”

“I couldn’t ask that of you. We only just met.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. I don’t want to overstep but we literally just talked about cosmic connections,” he says with a chuckle that makes my knees weak. “I find myself wanting to take care of you. Your scent is sending off sexy alpha in rut vibes yet my own instincts are telling me to take care of you instead of making me overwhelmed with lustful thoughts. Sure, I still want to fuck you raw until you can’t smell which of us is which, but I also want to wrap you in a blanket and let you cover me in bites. Take that however you like. Personally, I think that means maybe our puzzle pieces fit together even better than we thought.”

Another whimper leaves me. Gods, that speech was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard and yes, I know that’s my rut talking. At the same time, it was incredibly romantic and leaves not only my body but also my heart aching for Brock.

I want everything he’s offering. I want him to help me through my rut. I want him to take care of me. I’ve never allowed someone to take care of me, not since becoming pack alpha.

“ Please ,” I manage to get out and ignore just how fucking desperate I sound. Now that I’m allowing my instincts to take over, now that I feel safe enough to let myself go, all of these emotions come pouring out of me all at once. “Brock, please .”

“I’ve got you, alpha. Let me take care of you.”

Brock’s hands tighten against the front of my shirt but I pull his fingers away in order to turn around in his arms. Leaning down, I bury my face against his throat, breathing him in. My mouth pants hotly against his skin , trying desperately to allow my inner alpha to have a moment of just breathing in Brock’s amazingly addictive scent.

It doesn’t take long before breathing him isn’t enough. My open mouth latches onto the side of his throat, nipping and sucking hard, determined to leave a purple bruise on his skin. I’m expecting protest or to be pushed away but instead, Brock moans . His free hand grips the back of my hair, pushing me against his throat, silently begging me to keep going.

I’m going to come in my pants from how turned on that makes me.

“Fuck, Aiden. That’s it. Be a good alpha and leave your mark.”

My brain is rewiring itself. I didn’t even know I was into praise like this but maybe it’s the fact that it’s Brock praising me? Maybe that cosmic connection he mentioned is rewiring the two of us so our interests slot together. I want to be good. I want to be good for Brock.

I work just a little bit harder to leave a mark on his throat before finally pulling back. A rumble sounds between us as pride wells up inside of me. Oh, that is going to be there for at least a couple days. The world will know what we did. Everyone who goes to The Feisty Latte will know I left my mark on Brock’s skin.

Possessiveness that I’ve never experienced before wells up inside of me. Mine, mine, mine plays on repeat inside my brain, my alpha instincts chanting it until it’s all I can think about. I want Brock to be mine. I want everyone to know he’s mine. I want everyone to hear him scream in pleasure as I knot him. I want everyone to know how good I can make him feel.

My mouth lavishes open-mouth kisses along Brock’s jaw until I finally find his mouth again. This time, it’s me who pushes my tongue between his lips. I fuck his mouth with my tongue, feeling behind his teeth, pushing in as far as I can. I want to taste him. I want his very scent on my breath. I want all of him that he’s willing to give me.

“Aiden,” Brock gasps out, pushing me back. “Should we move to the bedroom? Or do you need me to take the edge off, alpha?”

Every time Brock calls me alpha, my brain feels like it goes a little haywire. My vision goes white and my cock throbs . The front of my pants are wet from how much precum I’m producing. Normally, I would be embarrassed, but at this point I’m too far gone to care.

I lean back down, burying my face against the other side of his throat. I run my nose just under his jaw before taking his earlobe into my mouth, running my teeth over it. He shivers in response and my inner alpha growls happily. I want him to feel as good as he’s making me feel by taking care of me. I want to show him just how much this means to me. I want to thank him.

Ignoring Brock’s question, I fall to my knees. My hands shove his shirt up so I can work his jeans open. His hands catch my wrists, stopping me. I growl at not getting what I want.

“This what you want, alpha? You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes,” I say, not even recognizing my voice. “Need it, Brock. Let me, please.”

“Okay, okay,” he says quickly, helping me open his jeans. As soon as they’re open, I tug them down along with the front of his boxers.

Completely ignoring his cock, I shove my face against his orange patch of pubic hair, letting my nose nuzzle the crease where his thigh meets his pelvis, breathing him in deeply. Gods, his scent is so strong here, like berries ready to be picked. He smells like the most delicious dessert and I plan to eat him up.

I feel like I’m drunk, like I could happily pass out with my face pressed to his pubes, his scent lulling me to sleep. The only thing stopping me is the press of his cock against my cheek, hot and heavy. I won’t leave him wanting. I will do everything in my power to satisfy my omega.

Pulling back, I lick the underside of Brock’s cock, looking up to gauge his reaction. Brock’s eyes are locked on my face, watching as I take him into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head before letting my head fall forward, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. He’s scorching hot against my tongue and he tastes so good my eyes roll back. My own erection is completely forgotten. My inner alpha is satisfied to stay right here on my knees worshipping our omega.

“Oh, fuck,” Brock cries out as I take him further into my mouth. I suck him gently, my hand coming up to wrap around the base. My other hand reaches beneath him, cupping his balls. “Fuck, alpha. So good. Your mouth feels incredible. Keep going. You’re making me feel so good.”

I whimper around the cock in my mouth, lightning bolts of pleasure rushing down my spine at Brock’s words. His praise is like a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I double my efforts, bobbing my head and pumping the base of his cock with my hand.

“That’s it,” Brock murmurs, tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling. I can see the bright red mark against his throat from here and my stomach flips pleasantly at the sight. “So good, Aiden.”

When Brock’s eyes dart back down, I feel caught in his stare, pinned in place. Not that there was anywhere else I’d rather be than at my omega’s feet, properly worshipping him.

“You must be aching to come,” Brock says, one of his hands coming to rest in my hair. “Such a good alpha. Let me help you,” he says before pushing his leg between my own, resting his shin against my erection. “Go on. Give yourself the relief you need.”

I moan, long and low, as my erection presses against Brock’s shin. It feels better than I can describe and all rational thought flies right out the window. Not that I had much thinking left in me, everything foggy from my rut. I hump his leg with abandon, doing my best to focus on the dick between my lips as I do.

“Oh, fuck! You’re so good. I wish you could see yourself, little alpha. Keep going. I’m so fucking close.”

Brock’s hand tightens in my hair as he starts to ride against my face, pushing his cock even deeper into my mouth until the head is pressing against my throat. I do my best to swallow around him, to relax so I don’t choke.

With my eyes locked with Brock’s gray ones, he cries out. His cock grows impossibly hard before my mouth is flooded with his warm seed. The taste is so fucking good. His scent grows even sweeter as his lust is sated. He throbs and twitches against my tongue.

My eyes roll back in my head as pleasure washes over me, zinging through my skin. I hump even harder against Brock’s shin as I chase my release. It only takes a few thrusts before I’m pulling away from his cock, whimpering against his thigh as I come.

Soft hands rub my hair and face. “That was so perfect,” Brock whispers softly. “You were so good for me. I’m so pleased with you, alpha.”

Oh my gods. I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m pretty sure Brock is actually an angel in disguise, sent here to take care of me.

“Can you move to the bedroom now, alpha? Can you do that for me?”

I nod my head where it’s tucked against his thigh.

“I know you’ll need more, but I hope this took the edge off until we can get to the bedroom. Come on, big guy, let’s get you comfortable in the bedroom.”

I stand up on shaky legs and follow Brock into the bedroom, ready to follow my omega anywhere so long as he doesn’t leave me.