Page 10 of Not an Assistant (Tales of the Dreggageggon #4)

The Awakening

A cheron

I feel it before I see it.

The pulse. The whisper. A shift in the air that coils through my senses like smoke. My dragon lifts his head inside me, alert and hungry. Something has changed.

She’s stirring. Not my Zahara. Not the woman roaming the halls of my home. No, this is her dragon. The one she swore didn’t exist.

I close the ledger in front of me and stand from my desk. The numbers can wait. The world can wait. Every part of me is tuned to her now, her breath, her heartbeat, the unspoken song of her power waking like an ancient tide.

I move quickly down the hallway, seeking her out, my footsteps silent on the stone floors. The deeper I go, the stronger it gets. Magic, raw, wild, and untamed. Feminine and furious. A vibration that touches the core of what I am and challenges it.

She found the room. Of course she did. The ancestral chamber isn’t meant to be stumbled into. It reveals itself only to blood. Only to fire. Only to dragons.

And Zahara is one of us. Even if she won’t admit it.

I stand in the doorway and watch her as she touches my great grandfather’s scale, lust and hunger beating at my insides.

“What is this?” she asks, not turning around.

“It’s my family legacy.” She looks at me over her shoulder with a quirk of her brow.

“My great grandfather was the high ruler of the realm ages ago. When he died, they built this room and sealed it away. When I came into my dragon and built my empire, I had it opened and built my home above it. I am nothing if I do not honor my ancestors.”

“That’s nice.” She sounds so sad that I can’t stay away from her.

“Zaraha?” I wrap my arms around her from behind.

“I never knew my father, and my mother died when I was very young,” she explains and I finally understand why it’s so important for her to be independent. “I think it’s nice that you have heritage, even though I have none.”

I step up behind her. “We will build our own legacy together,” I say and kiss my mark on her neck. “We will build our own heritage that will last long after we are gone.” My hand lowers to her abdomen. “I will fill you with so many babies you’ll beg me to stop.”

A soft moan falls from her lips, her body leaning back against mine.

“I’m afraid,” she whispers.

“Of what?”

“If I open myself up to you, if I let you in and then lose you, I won’t survive.”

“My omega,” I moan, rubbing my erect cock against her ass. “If you let me in, I will fight to my last breath to stay with you for all my days.”

“Please...”

“Please what, my omega?”

“Fuck me.” She leans forward placing her hands on the dais beside my grandfather’s scale and wiggling her perfect ass. “I want everything with you.”

“Everything for you, my omega.” The words are a promise in the silence of this tomb.

I free my cock and pull down her tights. There isn’t any romance behind this, it’s animal. I thrust my cock into her slickness, my grip on her hips brutal. She screams, her head tilted back, but I don’t stop. My strokes are harsh and brutal, her hips bumping against the stone.

“I’m going to breed you,” I murmur in her ear as I lean over her back. “I will fill your pussy with my cum and knot you every chance I get until you are swollen with our child and milk pours from your perfect tits.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she curses, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Why is your filthy mouth so fucking sexy?”

I chuckle, nipping at the column of her neck. “I can tell you my every dirty thought if you want, my omega.”

“Yes...” A hiss, barely a word.

“I am going to fuck you over the desk in my office at Draco Worldwide,” I say. “It was the first fantasy I ever had of you. Your moans will echo through my building and everyone will know my mate is satisfied.”

She moans as my fingers find her clit, rubbing harsh, tight, circles. She screams as she orgasms and two strokes into her spasming pussy later, I follow her into pleasure. My knot swells and locks us together, keeping my cum inside her.

I pray to every deity I’ve ever heard of that I breed her right now. My fingertip teases the rosette of her asshole and a sound I haven’t heard before falls from her lips.

“I will have this too, my omega. I will fuck your ass until you scream my name and cry and beg me for more.”

“I look forward to it.”