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Ziggy

Tangled in the sheets, sleeping, Ziggy moved feverishly to rub his overheated body against the soft cotton. His skin was ablaze, every molecule on fire with lust. He sought the release his body craved.

A pair of eyes the color of a stormy ocean drew him like a moth to a flame. Lost in the desire, Ziggy was unable to resist the intense passion in eyes that begged so beautifully. The offered invitation to take the man apart and reveal who he was on the most basic level.

I can give you what you want, you only have to trust me.

The words echoed through him as his hands clenched in the sheets, his hips rolling, feeling the hard muscles quiver as his silk-covered body slid over the expansive chest.

Yes. Please, use me.

I will, don’t worry. But first, I am going to drive you insane. Until you forget your own name. Know what it’s like to be mindless to the well of passion trapped inside you. You want that, don’t you?

Yes. Fuck, yes. All of it, sweetheart. Anything. Everything.

Ziggy’s gaze never wavered from the storm brewing in the man standing by the bed, naked and aroused.

His body wasn’t that of a gym goer, fuck no.

Ziggy could tell it was honed through manual labor, making it all the more attractive.

There wasn’t an ounce of fat under the golden caramel, weather beaten skin.

Smooth everywhere. His fork tongue slipped from between his teeth as his snake scented the air, tasting, hunting their prey.

Yummy, it hissed.

Let’s find out, Ziggy suggested in full agreement.

His eagerness was at an all-time high. Hidden Desires was a real find when he’d moved into Hazardville.

He’d done a search knowing he’d not cope alone after having had an alpha to help him through his heat for over two years.

Right now, Ziggy felt none of the maudlin feelings that had brought him here when paired with the man in front of him.

Lie on your back in the middle of the bed.

The power of his simple acceptance gave Ziggy the high he craved when his heat started. He needed to be in control when he was so out of control and having his alpha chained gave him what he needed to let go.

The man on the bed never took his eyes off him as Ziggy swayed seductively, enticing with silk and lace.

He’d carefully picked his outfits, the others left in the bag in the closet if he should need them.

Addicted to the feeling of the delicate material rubbing against his too hot skin, Ziggy moaned in delight.

His obsession with soft silks and laces against his skin heightened the experience and gave him a constant thrill when he found a bed partner who appreciated his undergarments.

I’m going to cuff you to the bed now.

It wasn’t a question; the club had an extensive vetting process and information form that allowed the perfect matching of alpha and omega. Their chances of achieving this, so far, were promising.

The man’s groan sounded pained as he offered a hand as Ziggy walked around the bed, putting on a show.

He stored every moment away, each catch of breath, the glint of desire, the flush of arousal, how the man’s cock bobbed in time to the fast beating pulse at the base of his neck.

The scent of his pre-cum as it leaked from the slit he would push his tongue into and get the full scent of him.

Ziggy stored them in a box inside his mind to feed off for months afterwards.

A stunning creature such as the man who had walked through the door tonight deserved to be treasured for a long time. When the man got to know who he was, then a repeat would never happen. Ziggy was fine with that.

He slipped the first metal cuff around the thick wrist, watching the fingers flex, seeing the work roughened calluses, wondering how they would feel when they ran over his scales. Though that was not something he’d have usually considered allowing for a temporary fuck buddy.

Yet…

The expansive chest shuddered as the alpha exhaled loudly, the tension in his body releasing like a valve being opened. The rattle of metal and heavy breathing were the only sounds in the sumptuous, dimly lit room.

There was a pool of pre-cum on the honey skin, glinting in the soft light by the time the handcuffs were around his wrists and ankles.

Ziggy checked the padding around the ankle bones to prevent chafing, because once he got lost in his desire, he wouldn’t be capable of anything.

There were security cameras and a call demand system that would allow the man on the bed to call out for assistance if he needed to.

They had thought of everything if Ziggy, through the heat waves, didn’t have the wherewithal to remove the handcuffs.

Ziggy widened the spreader bar attached to the end of the bed that held the ankle cuffs, admiring how it pushed the cock higher and exposed a peak of the puckered muscle guarding the tight hole that Ziggy couldn’t wait to taste.

Will you let me fuck you with my tongue?

The man shuddered violently, chains rattling, a deep flush darkening his skin as his thighs tensed.

Motherfucker… will you use the tongue of your snake?

A flood of desire rushed through Ziggy, like hot rain in a thunderstorm drenching him with its heat in every cell.

The silk touching his cock became sticky.

His ass dripped and drenched through the thin barrier, scenting the room and giving the man on the bed one big-ass fucking clue how much he loved that idea.

Climbing on the bed, he moved to position his silk-covered thighs on either side of the alpha's head. My snake will lick you anywhere you want.

The man cursed breathlessly, his large body tensing. Everywhere. Gods, use your tongue everywhere.

He's perfect for us.

He is. Ziggy agreed with his snake side.

Heavy-lidded eyes stared at the man, and he willed himself to remember the alpha had paid for this experience, that this was nothing more than a sexy transaction. Details. We live in the moment, remember?

How could I forget? his snake side hissed.

Hot breath touched the bare skin between the edge of his lace underwear and the stocking top before the wet tip of a tongue set a bolt of electricity to his cock.

Naughty boy! You only get to taste when I say.

He reached forward and smacked the tip of the turgid length, making it bounce and the man under him mewl and thrust up, begging for more.

Fuck, how had he got so lucky?

Ziggy slapped the cock once more and admired his handy work.

The tip was deep red from the force he’d used.

Pre-cum ran down the bulbous head, tempting him to taste as it dripped toward the taut abdomen.

It called out to him to feel the heat of the shaft against his lips, tongue.

The slit gleamed with yet more pre-cum as he stared hungrily at the hard flesh, teasing them both by holding back.

Then Ziggy fell forward over the guy to balance on his hands, his mouth was in reach. The sexual tension in the room made his skin flame with lust.

His forked tongue slipped out and he hissed at how his snake picked up the heady, woody musk scent.

Looking up and back through his legs, he witnessed the stormy eyes turn to dark pools.

A dangerous sea of passion, churning with the need to suck an unsuspecting person in to drown them. He couldn’t fucking wait.

The wet bulge against the silk darkened when his cock strained against the fabric, wanting to have the panting mouth on him. Ziggy moved to lick at the pre-cum, his animal side hissing at the delicious scents. Ziggy was the one who got the bitter, and oh so fucking sexy musk flavor.

His snake was greedy and darted their forked tongue deep into the slit and hissed, making it vibrate down the hard length, getting rewarded with a burst of pre-cum.

Hells bells, the alpha cried out, violently arching. He strained against the chains that held him hostage. They didn’t stop the vibration which got the man beneath thrashing against wood. His limbs shook so much he nearly dislodged Ziggy while that deep, woody musk flooded his senses.

His snake rippled under his skin, scales erupting over his back as they fought each other to take control. Ziggy, wide-eyed, and panting at the violence of his snake half’s desire, fought him. They never clashed with each other for dominance. Never.

Ours. He is ours.

No, he’s not.

Yes, he is!

Ziggy jolted awake, blinking into the darkness through his snake eyes. He registered the stickiness of the sheets against his lower body and how hard his cock pulsed. His heart fibrillated in his chest as if he was about to have a heart attack at the suddenness of the wrench from his dream.

It wasn’t a dream.

“Fuck you,” Ziggy growled aloud, “You could have waited until I came.” Inconsiderate fucker.

You stopped me from doing what I wanted.

Ziggy rolled his eyes in the darkness, huffing out a breath. “And for a fucking good reason. He wasn’t after a mate, you asshole, but a dominant omega for a couple of days to live out his fantasies of being dominated.”

A not quite steady hand reached for the lamp at the side of the bed. He put it down to how pissed he was, not how unnerved he felt at wanting more after such a brief connection.

One we’ve never had with another living soul.

We haven’t met every living soul, so you can’t say that, he argued back.

He had to, because what else could he do with the reality he’d been assigned to Silas?

He’d known the moment he’d walked into the room at Hidden Desires who Silas Starling was.

Ziggy worked for the company the man’s family owned.

What he’d not fucking expected was to have the misfortune of finding out the most fucking perfect alpha from the club was his illustrious new boss.

You couldn’t make this shit up.