Page 151 of The Dragon Warlord

“No coming until every hole of you is filled with me.” He scoots up to rub his cock head over my lips. “Open.”

The salty tang hits my tongue and lights me on fire from the inside out. It’s harder to restrain, but I hold back for him, wanting desperately to obey. The pleasure of being his obedient omega beats through me like another life force. He uses my mouth, fucking into me with sharp snaps of his hips and I relax my throat only gagging now and then, which serves to add a coat of wetness. His heavy balls brush across my chin.

More come is shooting down my throat and despite swallowing, some drips down my chin. He presses me into the mattress and kisses the extra away. I want to dig my hands into his hair, which means releasing my hands from their prison. I do it slowly, prepared for anything with him this riled. There’s only a low growl. He lets me, continuing to kiss the life out of me.

He teases me to hell and back, covering my skin with bright hickeys and wave after wave of delightful quivers shiver down my spine. Flipping me to my front, he positions me so that I’m lowered to my forearms and my arse is up in the air for him.

The sharp sting of the first smack to my left cheek makes itself known. Then to the right. Tristan hails a quick rhythm until I’m spinning with pain and dripping, wetter than I’ve ever been. Two thick fingers twist into my hole and I know I’m in for more torture. He teases the special places inside of me, which are—according to Tristan—more sensitive than other creatures. I’m inclined to believe it’s true because whenever he does this, I hang by a moment. One deliciously miserable moment to the next.

I want to fall over the edge, but he won’t let me, taking me there and backing off when I get too close. A loud moan cracks the air and it’s from my mouth.

“Maybe I’ll deny you for an entire month just because I feel like it. Maybe I’ll spank you every night to show you your place and send you to bed with a sore arse and a cock that’s begging to come. What would you have to say about it?”

That would be beautiful torment.

“Please, Alpha. I’d feel so owned. I want to feel yours every moment of every day, and when I’m asleep too.”

I pretty much do, but I haven’t met the ceiling yet.

“Very well. For now, it’s my wish to see you fall apart … but not yet.”

Fuck.

He replaces his fingers with his rock-solid length, and I preen knowing how long my alpha can last. He’s already come twice and yet he’s still ready to fuck me. There’s a loud growl turned into a roar as he slams home deep into me. My world narrows to his cock, his fingers pad bruising their imprints into my skin, and his hips snapping against my sore arse. There’s hissing and moaning and Tristan yanking me down the bed to him.

“Gods, you feel good,” Tristan says.

The slap of skin echoes off the stone and the raw way he fucks into me is everything. Sweat beads over my skin. I’m slippery. I have to claw into the sheets so that I don’t fall off the bed. At least that’s how it feels, but I know Alpha would never let me fall. I can give myself over completely, enjoying the lighting of my prostate on fire. The friction draws out agonizing pleasure that he keeps just out of reach.

My balls get heavy, and I want to come so badly, but I don’t want it to be over. Life is the most vibrant and real when Tristan is inside of me.

“Come for me, Omega,” he says, reaching around to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts.

Times stands still and then I holler to raise the dead as my orgasm rips through me. I leave the world for a short time and when I float back to Earth, he’s filling me with his come. He pulls out quickly so that he can flip me and kiss me, licking over my sharp dragon teeth. Inhaling me. Wrapping his whole self around me.

He’s still riled. Once the feral dragon in him is turned on, it takes time for him to come down from it as he makes sure there’s no danger and that no one is coming to challenge his claim. He doesn’t speak for a long time. I enjoy the way his hulking chest moves beneath me and the sound of his formidable heartbeat.

Neither of us sleeps. We hold each other under the blankets. Eventually, the sun pokes its bright head into the sky.

“I’m going to be okay, Tristan,” I whisper.

“For now,” he says with mischief in his eyes.

“What do you mean, for now?”

“For some strange reason, you want a child with my lineage.”

“Of course, I do. They’ll be strong, intelligent, fierce, wise—”

“A fucking brat. Bullheaded. Attracted to trouble. Don’t even pretend you don’t get frustrated with me when I’m like that.”

My mouth drops. “Dear, Gods. They could be the death of me.”

He takes my hand and puts it over his heart, smiling with that telltale twinkle in his eye. “Are you saying I’ll be the death of you, dear heart?”

I rub noses with him and kiss his lips. “If you are, so be it. It shall be a grand way to die.”

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