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Lyric

J inn and I were falling in love. It should have been a glorious time. Of course, it was. But with the shadow of Colt hanging over him, he had so much to deal with. If I could make it all go away, I would.

Back home, I did all I could think of to help. I fixed him comfort food of grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup. I tended to his wounds. I held him in my lap.

He wasn’t shy about any of that. He wanted it. And when he wanted more, I gave that to him, as well.

Over the next few days, we shopped online and bought him new clothes. I insisted on paying; we argued over that for a while. I won.

After a week, there had been no sign of Colt. The police hit dead end after dead end.

It was our seventh night together. Jinn’s ankle had healed enough so that he could walk with only a cane now. We lay in bed, our bodies covered with the sweat of our passion.

“Are you always so wet for me?” I asked, joking.

“Yes.” Jinn’s eyes twinkled. Then grew serious. “I never leaked for him. Not one drop. I was drunk and a fool. I want you to know.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“I want to. The only person to ever have that effect on me is you.”

I couldn’t think of a proper response, so I kissed him hard and long.

After I pulled away, he said, “You do believe me, don’t you?”

That was when I thought of the perfect answer. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

“What?”

“That you and I should get married. It’s only proper—ugh!”

He jumped up and tackled me, all naked limbs, his mouth covering me with bites and licks. “You mean it?”

“Do you mean am I proposing?”

“Are you?” he asked breathlessly.

“Jinn.” I took his face between both my palms. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes!” Then he sat back, face falling. “But isn’t it too soon? We’ve only known each other for a week.”

What’s to know? He is our omega, no question. Why do humans always question?

“Lyrican says you’re already his. He’s known from the beginning. Time doesn’t matter to dragons.”

“Jinnan agrees.” He bit down on his bottom lip as his grin spread uncontrollably.

“Then if Lyrican, Jinnan and I don’t think it’s too soon, you’re out-numbered.”

He hugged me tight, rubbing his body all over mine. We were interrupted by bodily needs before we could discuss setting a date.

Jinn took a sabbatical from his job. They didn’t fire him but kept the position open with only temp replacements until he wanted to return. He took the time to rest, heal and begin planning our wedding.

Lyrican and Jinnan finally introduced themselves to each other in my backyard. Jinnan was a cute green dragon, about half the size of Lyrican with a cute square butt that hopped up and down when he ran.

Lyrican stared at that butt constantly and always tried to sniff it when they played. It wasn’t the first time I realized Lyrican was attracted to square butts. When shifted, he’d seen a few over the years and often I couldn’t pull his attention away from them unless I shouted into his mind.

Our omega was perfect for us in every way.

The days grew shorter as summer ended.

The police had a theory that Colt had moved away. His apartment was empty. He’d left no trace of himself, not even financially. They surmised he’d gone to the forest to live a feral life. They kept up the investigation. They’d even hired wilderness trackers at one point, but they weren’t looking as much anymore, not as steadily as they once had.

Though Jinn felt safer now, he still never went anywhere alone. If he had errands he wanted to run, he either borrowed one of my security men, or I went with him.

October came with spicy wind gusts and colder temperatures.

Jinn’s scent turned. Honey and caramel. I wanted to eat him up.

He came to me, wrapped his arms around my neck and jumped up to encircle my waist with his legs. He leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“I’m in heat.”

“Glorious.” I put my palms under his ass to support him, twirled him around and carried him upstairs.

Mate. Time for babies.

And how?

We hadn’t discussed that yet. We’d talked about the wedding and our love. Even family in a vague sort of way. But not actual babies.

Lyrican didn’t seem to care about any discussion. It was obvious he wanted them.

I didn’t have time to think about that in the moment. Jinn’s scent made me so hard all the blood had left my brain. I ripped his clothes from his body, turned him on the bed, shoved down my trousers and mounted him.

He offered himself like an erotic work of art, laying his chest flat on the mattress and sticking his ass up. For the first time, he didn’t want any kisses or foreplay.

Breed him well. Little dragons are cute.

The baby subject again?

I could only focus on one thing at a time. Right now, it was getting into Jinn’s tight, wet body as quickly as possible.

I ran my hand over those firm, round ass cheeks, so warm and satiny.

Our bond had developed stronger every day. His need was my own, his breathing, his heartbeat. His intense love for me. We were synchronized one to the other. My claiming bite had left its mark, not a scar exactly, but a tattoo of my making. It stood out from his skin in red relief.

I ran the fingers of both hands down his sopping crack and spread him. His hole gaped for me. I leaned down and kissed it, letting my tongue slide inside.

He squealed his pleasure.

I put my hand between his thighs and rubbed his balls and his hard, sweet cock. He was so hot down there. On fire.

My body couldn’t wait a second longer. I leaned into him, holding his cock with one hand, spreading him with the other. The head of my cock pressed easily inside him, and I slid in all the way, my hands coming up and grabbing onto his hips.

His slick made a crackling sound as I breached him. I pulled his hips back so I could get deeper. Then I began to thrust.

His ass glistened. His slick made squelching, slurping sounds. Every time I went deep, there was the sound of a slap as my hips met the damp skin of his ass.

He rocked back and forth on the bed, moaning, trying to steady himself with his hands on either side of his head.

Never had anything felt so good. My cock was a burning rod, ready to explode. I watched my length disappear and reappear, covered in Jinn’s essence. The sight sent my balls boiling.

I pulled out all the way until the red tip of my cock appeared. I wanted to see it against the darkness of his round, open hole. The head was engorged, shiny and smooth like an egg. It dripped all over.

My shaft was bigger than ever. Expanding, growing. It was my knot. I had never knotted anyone before. But now here I was with my cock pulsing and fattening at the base.

I plunged back into him, squeezing the growing knot inside. His hole stretched beyond what I’d ever seen before. I could’ve gotten my whole hand inside.

I leaned over him, pistoning inside him deeper and deeper.

“I’m knotting you. I can’t help it.” I groaned.

“Yes. I want your knot. Give it to me. Give it all to me.” He yelled. “Yes. More. Harder.” A frenzied squeal.

My omega was a pure hole, now. For those few seconds as my knot grew, that was all I saw and wanted. My cock was another being almost separate from myself, yet I felt everything.

Finally, the knot pulsed hard. My cock jerked and I shot inside him, crying out. The orgasm took me and flung me away into white stardust. Distantly, I felt my cock squirting over and over, non-stop. I went up and up until I couldn’t breathe anymore. My head spun.

Then I crashed through layers of distance and time until I thought I’d be forever lost.

I held onto someone with all my might. I realized it was Jinn. We were falling together. Crying. Laughing. Yelling. Moaning.

When I opened my eyes, my entire weight lay across Jinn’s back. I lifted my upper body, feeling my cock still stuck inside him. We would remain stuck together like that for at least twenty minutes.

“Jinn. Are you okay?” I rocked his shoulders with my hands.

“Lyric, your knot feels so good.”

I sighed in relief. “No pain?”

“None at all. It’s so good. I don’t want you to ever pull out.”

“Sweet omega.” I kissed his ear and the back of his neck.

“Lyric?”

“Yes.”

“You do realize you’re going to have to do that many more times for the next two days.”

“Knot you?”

“Breed me. Knot me. All of it. I want—I want it all.” His voice cracked. “I want your babies.”

I nipped at his nape. “It would be my honor to give you all of that.”

“Are you okay with what I said?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve never talked about babies before.”

“No. We haven’t. But they’re inside me. And inside you. Waiting for us to give them to each other.”

“For you to breed me.”

“And for you to let life take hold inside you as the final entwining of our love.”

“I love you so much.”

I licked at the top of his spine. “I love you, Jinn. More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

“You’re so big and powerful inside.”

“You feel exquisite.”

“I know we made a baby. I just know it.”