Page 1 of The Ruby Dragon Prince (Omega Fairy Tales #1)

Tovey

R un! I had to run. If I didn’t run for all I was worth now, I might never run again.

The enchanted forest flashed past, the glitter of the cascading gems dripping from the branches blinding and confusing me. Its unique beauty had been a source of wonder and fascination when my brothers and I had first descended into the magical kingdom, but now the reaching branches and mocking shine made me feel trapped in a strange world I didn’t understand.

I was trapped, and if I didn’t run, I would be trapped forever. It wasn’t just the luminescence of the forest around me or the aubergine sky dotted with stars and a silver crescent moon above me. It wasn’t the soft emerald grass between the towering trees or the sneaky, woven vines that seemed to stretch toward my feet, attempting to do his bidding and stop me from leaving.

It was the ferocious, hungry heat that enveloped my omega body and made every fiber of my being long for him. It was the slick that poured down my thighs, soaking my silken dancing trousers and making it nearly impossible to run. It was the need I felt so deep in my core that I moaned with each breath as I tried to escape him.

I could feel him so close behind me. I could smell his fiery scent, like embers in a hearth fire one moment and the smoldering burn of destruction another. It enticed me, making each step a thousand times more difficult than it needed to be.

I didn’t want to run. I wanted to stop, turn back to him, strip out of my clothes, and drop to my knees to present myself in mating pose. My womb demanded that I give myself to him, my alpha, my prince, and submit to whatever wickedness he wanted from me. The urge was primal, verging in irresistible.

But if I surrendered, if I became his, I would never see my brothers again. I wouldn’t be there to help them in their darkest hours. I wouldn’t be able to?—

My foot caught on one of the creeping vines along the forest floor, and with an agonized cry, I flew forward, flailing.

The ground was somehow as soft as a featherbed as it caught me. It was his doing, I knew. I could feel him speeding closer, feel his rut and my body’s reaction to it. I scrambled to my back, still trying to escape the inevitable. My body fought against me, urging me to stay, to submit fully.

And then there he was. My eyes went wide as I let out a terrified cry. He wasn’t what I expected, wasn’t what I thought him to be. His huge, iridescent, ruby-red shape came thundering down from the deep purple sky and the vibrant green treetops, leathery wings furled.

He landed hard enough to shake the ground only a few yards away from me, then stalked toward me with surprising agility for his size. I could still see the face of my prince in the dragon’s elongated muzzle. He seemed to wear a smile as his green eyes flashed.

“Did you think you could get away from me, my sweet?” he asked, his voice booming through the forest. “I can smell you for miles, my ripe omega.”

With one last, feeble attempt, I tried to scramble away from him, but he rushed over me and pinned me down. My hole ached and fluttered for him, spilling slick like a river as he lowered his muzzle to sniff me. I groaned and squirmed, begging my body to have the will to escape my fate.

“Oh, no, my gem,” the dragon purred above me. He traced one clawed finger down the front of my dancing costume, splitting it wide open as though with the finest, sharpest knife ever known. “There is no point in running. You are mine now, and I intend to thoroughly claim you.”