Page 20 of Omega Captive of the Golden Dragon (Alpha Dragons #3)

CAYLEN

I f I could just touch. That spot. Right down there. But I’d already done that in the shower and there’d been little relief. Now everything raged inside me stronger than ever.

Varik lay beside me, head propped up. Having him here made everything simmer in a pleasant way, and I was no longer a ball of misery on the floor, but his presence did not cool me down. It only made me more able to focus. But to my embarrassment, every part of me wanted to focus on one thing.

“It hurts.” I didn’t think I’d spoken out loud, but too late.

“What hurts?”

My face stung as if embers fell from the air and onto it. I squeezed myself tightly against him, shutting my eyes and holding my breath.

From one moment to the next, everything changed. I was lying scrunched up against him, scared as a baby bird, and then I was in his arms. In his arms!

He held my upper body against his chest. A rocking motion began, at first barely perceptible. It grew stronger and suddenly the side of his head rested against mine, his breath in my hair, the sound of it rushing against my ear.

I lifted both arms until I could get my hands on his shoulders and grasp them. Slowly, I turned my head until we were cheek to cheek.

Without a word, he turned his head and our lips brushed. Silent fireworks shot through my mind. Light falling. Blazing. Exploding.

I gasped loudly. Varik started to pull back, but I took the plunge and easily found his lips again, pressing mine to his. I allowed my mouth to drop open to feel the plumpness of his kiss more fully.

Would he freeze up? Would he hate me? Varik had been stoic until the last few days. So closed-in. But if an onlooker was watching us now, they’d never know it. Varik’s arms tightened and his kiss went from tentative to interested to, finally, devouring.

Before I could control my behavior—and who wanted to at this point—my legs spread, and I climbed onto his lap to straddle his thighs.

He pushed back slightly. At first, my feelings smarted. Until he spoke. “Are you sure?”

“What?”

“You want this?”

“Do you?”

Our voices mingled in whispering tones as if both of us were still holding back on accepting this reality. Our poor untrusting natures had slowly, over the past weeks, learned to share confidence. We had shared secrets.

Trust. I thought I’d killed what little we’d built when I’d entered Varik’s studio uninvited. It had been horrible. Yet, it had led to a strange new openness. Conversation. My nightmare. A search for collective comfort.

We needed no more conversation. I knew his answer. He did want this. Maybe not two days ago, or yesterday, but now he did. And now was all we had.

I pressed forward until his head was all the way back on the pillow, drew my hands up to tangle in his hair, and kissed him again, opening my mouth all the way to his.

I got dizzy. I lost strength in my arms. But another force drew up inside me. Fierce. From the wild. As if my beast that had never formed made an invisible appearance for a split second and left essences of forest and moonlight behind.

My alpha moaned into the kiss. His hands grappled at my naked back, fingernails lightly scratching. The sensation sent me flying. Whatever else he might do to me, would I survive it?

I wanted to find out.

When Varik flipped me, his arms were so strong I went aloft for a second, thinking I would fall, but the motion was under complete control, as if I was made of feathers. I was laid back on soft towels and pillows. As his body came over mine, I spread my legs again.

He looked into my eyes. I expected a feral, lost expression. Instead, the softness of his gaze blew my mind. I fell right into it, my mind opening, my heart swelling. It was as if he was already inside me, taking away the pain of my heat and replacing it with pleasure.

His chest, still clothed, touched mine as he kissed me again.

My hands went around him and to the edge of his sweater, pushing it up so I could press my palms to his bare skin.

It was hot and hard-muscled. This was an alpha strong enough to hang onto when everything around me seemed to be falling. He had me. He had me .

It was like our minds touched. He knew everything I needed before I moved one muscle. Was that what a bond was? Were we forming one?

I started to tug at his sweater. He anticipated it, reared up and lifted it up and over his head, throwing it aside. When our chests touched flesh to flesh, I swore I heard sparks snapping between us.

His mouth moved down to my neck, nipping and kissing.

I arched my chest up and he slid down further, licking over my nipples.

They were hard and aching. He took one into his mouth and sucked and slick squirted out of me, dampening my pajama bottoms. My cock dripped constantly, soaking my abdomen just below the waistband.

At that thought, Varik dipped lower, kissing down to my pajamas before looking up at me, eyebrows down. “These need to go, okay?” His fingers were already pulling the waistband back from my body.

I rapidly nodded.

The process was not neat. The thin material tore away from my hips. I lifted them and the entire garment flew through the air.

I was impressed. Also, embarrassed. My cock stuck out from my crotch, pointing desperately toward my belly. It throbbed with such need I let out a strangled scream.

Varik simply said, “Lie back, beautiful. It will be all right.”

He leaned down and comforted that painful ache, licking, kissing, then sucking. My mind went into a white space, like drowning but without the fear of dying. I was being born. I was coming into a dream I never wanted to end.

I’d only ever done that act to someone else. Never had anyone done that for me. Until now.

His mouth was wet and hot, engulfing me with perfect pressure. And the suction, so perfect. I couldn’t take it for long. Spasms of pleasure whipped through my body. I tried to warn him.

“I’m—I—Varik!”

He went down on me faster and I lost all control, my cock spurting deep into his mouth. It was the hardest I’d ever come. When it subsided, and Varik pulled up, the sensation returned, and I came again. Two orgasms back-to-back. How was that possible?

My whole body seemed to come off the bed and fly, but Varik was my strong guide and held me in place.

When I finished, he pulled off, petting me gently, spreading my legs around his hips, one hand going beneath my balls.

My omega response kicked in. I lifted my legs, heels brushing his waist, and bent myself double.

Cool air hit my ass, the slick flooding between my cheeks. I wanted him. More than I’d ever wanted anything or anyone.

“Ahh.”

That sound told me he was in the same state. Aching. Body demanding. For a few errant seconds, I wondered if I was good enough, pretty enough, more than just a bag of hormones drawing the nearest alpha to me.

One of his fingers drew down my taint to my open hole. It caught at the rim of my opening, making all the inner muscles draw up in receiving mode.

I thrust toward that finger, trying to take it inside.

“Just a little bit longer, beautiful. You’re so small down there.”

I didn’t feel small. I had to be gaping, gushing. If he was big, so much the better. I wanted to stretch around him, feel my body squeeze him, then expand and accept him.

I’d seen him naked so briefly in his studio. I hadn’t had the focus back then to take in all the details. His cock had been mostly hidden by angles and shadows. I could only remember the magnificence of his chest and arms, the hard curve of ass.

I wanted to see him now. All of him. But his finger was so distracting I couldn’t keep my eyes from rolling back.

“I want to feel you,” I gasped.

“First, stretching.”

“’m ready now.” As I spoke, his finger entered me. Just the tip at first, then another inch. My body surged toward it. He pulled back.

“Not so fast, beautiful.”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Let’s see how ready you are.”

He wiggled his finger and pushed it in all the way. My muscles contracted around it.

“Tight,” he said.

“I’ve never….”

“I know.”

Neither had he; that was a given. But I was sure he didn’t want to admit that right now. Not in the middle of all this while everything was working so fine. He had a beast. He had alpha instincts. I wasn’t worried he wouldn’t satisfy me.

Another finger slid into me. The two spread me inside and my legs flailed in the air as I bucked. I tossed my head back and forth on the pillow and heard my moans fill the air. My cock rose as if it hadn’t just been sucked dry.

I couldn’t help but beg. “Please.”

His fingers went still.

“If you want me?”

“Of course I do, beautiful.”

I held my legs back tighter as he moved to his knees and started undoing his pants. I watched, eyes focused on the zipper. He backed up and stood at the foot of the bed. I let my legs fall and pushed up on my elbows. It was too dim in here.

“Turn on the light?”

His eyebrows jumped. “Really?”

“I want to see you.”

Varik turned on the overhead, came back to bed and pushed his pants all the way down.

He stood before me, incredibly gorgeous and fully aroused. I wasn’t surprised how big he was when hard, the girth thick at the base where he would hopefully knot, his length impressive.

It didn’t scare me. I knew I could take him. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me, stretching me to fit him. My body rose up for it, slick gushing again. The towels beneath me were already sticky.

I lifted my arms to him, falling back against the pillows. My body steamed. I had to have his cool, deep alpha touch.

“Please, don’t make me wait any longer.” I shoved a pillow under my hips, pulled my legs up and opened to him.

He stared at me, eyes on my face as if waiting for something.

I didn’t know what else to do. Finally, his gaze traveled my body to between my legs, and a gleam began to form in his bright, golden eyes.

He knelt on the bed, the mattress dipping, and crawled up to me where I presented myself fully open to him.

“Tell me one more time. Are you sure?”

“Oh, please yes. Yes!”

His shadow came over me. Then the alpha cool heaviness of him closed in, my favorite pine scent lingering on him amid a snowy freshness. If I hadn’t been holding so tightly to my thighs to keep myself ready for him, I would have grabbed him and pulled him to me.

Slowly, he lowered himself. His thick, gleaming cockhead brushed one cheek, then the other. One hand touched me, spreading me further. My hole throbbed, feeling wide open. Did he like what he saw?

He answered as if again reading my mind. “Beautiful.”

His cock pushed against my crack, smooth head, hard rod. So perfect. I felt him line up and held my breath. When he pushed, the head slipped around the slickened edges, locking in, then slowly sliding.

My body tensed, loosened, then arched. I squeezed the backs of my thighs trying to stay still but it was impossible. I wanted more. All of him.

He gave it. All the way until I felt his cockhead rest against the entry to my womb. The whole time, soft grunts escaped his throat. His eyelids shut so tight I could see only the faint line of his lashes.

Waves of ecstasy began to swoop every inch of my body. Reality became new and wonderful. I wanted to live in it so I could feel this way over and over.

Air rushed from my lungs. I bumped my hips up, feeling his balls press at the top of my crack. “Move. It’s okay.”

Varik mumbled something indecipherable and began to pull back. The friction sent me reeling, desire rumbling through me.

“Faster.”

He pushed back in, slow again, then pulled out. I forced myself to be patient. Whatever I was feeling, he had to be feeling, too. We were both getting our bearings. We were both still learning about ourselves and each other.

It felt too good not to cry out. I rocked my hips up to meet his thrusts. The speed increased.

A new and powerful orgasm began to build. My skin seemed to swell, every nerve ending open and alive. I let go of my thighs and grabbed Varik’s shoulders, pulling myself onto him deeper.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, palms going under my ass and holding me in place, squeezing and spreading me.

His cock rammed in and out with slick sounds. The sensation of my inner walls expanding and contracting tossed me into deep euphoria. My orgasm hit like a truck, cock spurting, ass spasming. I nearly choked on my own breath.

Varik let out a dragon’s roar, as if his beast was right there in the room with us. His cock jerked inside me and the hot squirts of his release filled me up. My hole expanded as his knot began to swell.

“Yes, knot me. Please. Please, yes.”

Voice hoarse, he rasped, “Are you sure? I can pull out.”

“I’m sure. Please.”

He grunted loudly and pushed himself deeper into me, nearly knocking me into the wall. My ass stretched and stretched until I thought it would expand no further. Then Varik collapsed heavily on top of me.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to squish you.” He raised himself on his arms.

We were truly stuck together now.

“How long does it last?”

“Average for dragon shifter is twenty minutes.”

I could tell he was remembering from something he’d seen or a book he’d read because he had no personal experience of how long his own knots might last.

“I want that. I want you to stay inside me.”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” He started to push more pillows under my back and head.

“Yes. It’s wonderful. What is it like for you?”

“Your body is milking me. I’m going to come again.” He sounded on the edge of calm.

“I want to feel it. Feel you come.” I’d never spoke like this to anyone. Not ever.

His arms bent. He let out a groan and his hard chest brushed mine. There it was. He was coming again, his cock throbbing against my inner walls.

If this went on for twenty minutes, he was in for a ride. And so was I.