Page 9 of The Ruby Dragon Prince (Omega Fairy Tales #1)

Chapter

Eight

Tovey

A fter the exciting, adventurous day I’d had racing through the palace to rescue Rufus and then evading my father’s guards as my brothers and I made our way back to the garden, I would have expected to sleep as soundly as a log. Once Rufus was gone, I began to feel vaguely ill again, though now I suspected that it was because of the bond we shared.

By the time I crawled into bed for an early night, I was convinced I wouldn’t wake for days. My brothers had debated about going through the magic door for another night of dancing. Selle tried to convince me that going to Rufus on my own might be the only thing that would make me feel well and whole again. I didn’t doubt he was right, but my mind and body were both so tired that I was already in bed and under my covers before I could agree with him.

I slept, but not well. I was plagued with dreams that were not so much visions, but a deep and overwhelming pull to go to Rufus. I had to go to him. I needed him, he needed me, and the new spark of life inside me desperately wanted to be with him, too.

I was shocked but not at all surprised to awaken in the middle of the night with Rufus seated on my bed. The restlessness of my dreams was gone, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of peace and rightness. All would be well now that my dragon was with me. His fiery scent had my body tingling and my hole fluttering with desire, even though the consummation of our magical new love had been a success. I didn’t think I would ever stop wanting Rufus.

So when he clapped a hand over my mouth and leaned down to murmur a terrifying and seductive, “You’re coming with me now, my sweet. I haven’t finished breeding you yet. And I promise you, I will show you as little mercy this time as my cock plunders you as I showed you last time,” I thrilled at the prospect.

I struggled a little under him, because it felt so much more exciting to attempt to get away from him, even though that was the last thing I wanted.

“Your fate is already sealed, my omega,” Rufus said with a low laugh. He leaned back so that he could scoop his arms around me, then hoisted me quickly onto his shoulder.

I wanted to scream and flail to complete the fantasy of being kidnapped from my bed in the middle of the night so a dragon could have his way with me, but I didn’t want to wake or alarm my brothers. I was certain I caught Leo opening one eye to see what was going on, then grinning and going back to sleep.

Rufus had made another door into this world, so he didn’t have to push Rumi’s bed aside to steal me away from one world to the other. As soon as he stepped through into the magical world with me and closed the door behind him, I felt it was safe to shout and enhance the illusion that I had been taken against my will.

“Let me go!” I shouted, pounding against Rufus’s back and trying to kick. “I will never submit to you!”

Rufus laughed, the sound carrying both pretend menace and genuine fondness. “You will most definitely submit,” he said. “You will be my slave.”

He shifted me slightly in his arms so that he could smack his hand across my plump bottom. I felt a gush and splatter of wetness at the sharp blow before the slick really started to run down my thighs.

Rufus drew in a deep breath. “You’re so ready to finish being bred that I’m sure alphas for miles around can smell you.”

I stopped struggling for a moment and frowned. Finish being bred? Wasn’t the process of spilling his seed within me and having it take hold a relatively simple process?

That question only flashed through my head for a moment before I wriggled enough to escape from his hold, although I was fairly certain he let me go. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I tried to turn away from him and bolt.

I was stopped both by the way Rufus grabbed my arm to hold me to my place and by the surprising sight of the room I found myself in. It was one of the grandest, most ornately decorated bedrooms I’d ever seen. The ceilings were high with thick beams of a warm, reddish wood. The walls were decorated with tapestries and windows with thick curtains, which were all drawn. An enormous fireplace with a fire that crackled merrily stood on one side of the room, and a gigantic bed with four tall posts at its corners supporting a bright red velvet canopy took up the other side. The bed was covered with so many soft coverlets and counterpanes that it looked like some sort of confection.

“Of course you like my bed,” Rufus purred, tugging me closer as I momentarily forgot to struggle and run. “You want to be spread and splayed and ravished in that bed,” he whispered against my ear.

No sooner had he said the words when my mind conjured up the image of me naked, wet, and begging in heat as Rufus fucked me into bliss.

The flash of fantasy was so strong that I moaned as if he were already inside me. My knees went weak and I sagged, only to have Rufus catch me.

“Yes, my sweet,” he said. “It is your fate to be a whore for a dragon.”

I would have taken offense to his crude way of stating it if I hadn’t had slick pouring down my thighs as my womb pulsed with desperation.

“Where are we?” I managed to gasp, though I wasn’t certain it mattered.

“In my lair,” Rufus said, reaching for the hem of my nightshirt. “It is complete now that I have my most prized possession within it.”

I twisted to face him, intending to scold him for his rude words and ask for an explanation, but as soon as I moved, Rufus swept my nightshirt up and pulled it off over my head, tossing it aside. My skin prickled with desire and my cock stood out as I was laid bare for him. The way he looked at my naked body, particularly my gently bulging belly, with so much hunger had me trembling with a deep-seated need to be exactly what he’d said I would be, his slave, and to have him use me as fiercely as he had in the forest glade.

“You are perfect,” Rufus growled, sweeping a hand up my torso from my hip to my shoulder, then down again across my back to grasp my ass. “You are ripe to finish being bred.”

Again, I had questions, but again I wasn’t given a chance to ask them. Rufus surged forward, causing me to gasp as he lifted me from the waist and threw me across his bed. I grabbed hold of the coverlet, torn as to whether I should try to get away or stay put, but I didn’t have a choice.

Rufus grasped my knees and shoved them far apart, exposing my tight balls, rigid cock, and dripping hole to his view. He growled in appreciation, the sound sending shivers through me, then looped his arms under my thighs so he could yank me right to the edge of the bed.

I cried out, and since I’d grabbed hold of the coverlet, my arms ended up spread above me.

I cried out even louder when Rufus dropped to his knees beside the bed and licked his way up my right thigh, lapping up the slick that wet it. The rasp of his warm tongue against my tender thigh had me shaking hard and moaning with pleasure. My body ached to be possessed, and even more slick gushed from me.

“Yes, my omega,” Rufus growled, switching to my other thigh. “Feed me.”

I panted and made mad sounds of pleasure as he licked the slick from my left thigh, moving closer and closer to my hole. When he reached that pulsing, oversensitive spot, he lapped up everything, brushing his tongue over the stretching muscle of my hole over and over, creating enough pleasure to have me close to losing my mind, but not enough to make me come.

At least not until he pushed his tongue into the heat of my body. I’d never imagined that sort of pleasure. I’d thought only his cock could make me feel that way, but his tongue was glorious. And long.

I gasped and peeked down at Rufus’s head between my thighs as an inkling of what he was doing struck me. He had a mischievous, ravenous look in his eyes as his tongue felt deeper and deeper in me. His features had turned slightly dragon-like, and with a moan, I realized he’d transformed his tongue into its dragon form so that it could reach all the way inside me.

I flopped back, letting out a strong cry of pleasure as the orgasm he’d been building in me crashed into fullness. My body convulsed and my cock erupted longer and harder than I thought it could as his dragon tongue pulsed deeper and deeper in me, reaching all the way to my womb and tickling its opening. My thighs shook, but he held them firmly apart, as if pushing me to endure pleasure that was almost past my endurance.

I hadn’t thought I had that much cum in me, but when Rufus pulled back quickly, standing and tearing away at his clothes to get them off, my stomach and chest were splattered thickly with it.

“I cannot wait,” Rufus growled deeply as he tossed his shirt aside and sped through the fastenings of his trousers. “You are too tempting, spread open for me like that.”

I blinked and realized that I was, indeed, stretched obscenely for him. My arms were splayed above my head and my legs were still open for him. My hole was stretched wide from his tongue, and slick continued to spill from me, like a carnal invitation. And I had no desire to pull myself together or conceal my body from him at all.

Rufus kicked aside the last of his clothing. My eyes went wide at the sight of his thick cock, which seemed to be tinged red and slightly ridged, like a dragon’s cock might be. His tongue wasn’t the only part of himself that he could transform for my pleasure. As he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs, I wasn’t certain he would fit in me.

That worry became incredibly real as he grabbed my hips and lifted them, then watched as he pressed against my hole. He growled with feral delight as he pushed into my body, watching me the whole time as if the sight of him taking me fed his pleasure.

I cried out at the sensation of being filled beyond anything I thought I could take. It felt as though I was being split wide by a thick rod of fire. My body shook, and the thread of fear that gave our mating spice jumped to something bigger and more panicked as I felt the invasion of his body rearrange my insides.

“There, there, my sweet omega,” Rufus cooed as he began to thrust harder and harder in me. “It needs to be done to ease the way.”

I barely heard his words. I was too consumed by the way his cock seemed to grow fatter and fatter within me. It was more than being knotted during heat. It was more than having a fist invade me. Rufus’s thrusts went deeper and deeper, until he was pushing at the entrance to my womb.

The pleasure was indescribable, but at the same time, I knew my body couldn’t take much more. He was too big, too demanding. My body would start to tear from the inside soon. Already, it felt as though he was all but destroying the mouth of my womb.

“Rufus!” I cried out his name in anxious terror. I loved him and I found so much pleasure in his rough, dominant ways, but I didn’t want him to kill me.

“Shh, my love,” he said with almost paradoxical tenderness as his thrusts made me feel like I would be rent in two. “We’re almost there.”

The burst of ecstasy hit me so hard that it felt as though I left my body for a moment. Rufus’s dragon cock forced open my womb, and a gushing, squeezing feeling pulsed through me. With the last shreds of thought I could manage as I came over and over while moaning wildly was that he would rob me of the baby that had only just begun to grow in me.

Rufus roared with the orgasm that claimed him. I could feel it through our bond, feel the way it made him lose his mind to the bliss of our bodies joined. He pumped harder and faster for a moment as it consumed him, then sagged protectively over me.

It was a relief when he pulled out and dropped to my side, turning my limp and spent body so that he could spoon me. Strangely, I still felt impossibly full.

“Almost there,” he panted against my ear.

I frowned in confusion, but my mind was still scrambled with pleasure, and my body was too limp to move on its own.

Then came the sensation of something moving inside me. I groaned, but was too exhausted to move a hand to my belly…which was suddenly swollen as if I were nine months pregnant.

“Easy now,” Rufus said as he pushed himself up to kneel with his knees spread wide.

He brought me with him, positioning my legs on either side of his thighs so that my hips were open wide and my back was against his chest. I was still so weak I couldn’t do more than look down at my body, which suddenly felt foreign to me.

Then came the tight squeeze of my body pushing at the feeling of fullness within me. I cried out, terrified, confused, and in pain, instinctively bearing down into the feeling. I had to push.

The pain was excruciating, despite Rufus having his arms around me, whispering sweet words of comfort against my ear. For a moment, I thought I was going to die. Then the sensation of something large and oblong slipping out of me peaked.

“There,” Rufus whispered proudly.

I looked down between my legs then gasped so hard I nearly choked at the sight of a red, scaly, slick-covered egg on the bedcovers between my and Rufus’s legs.

“My brave, strong omega,” Rufus cooed, stroking my body as I gaped at the egg. “You’ve done so well. You are so good, so amazing. I will give you everything your heart desires and make you the happiest—oh? What’s this? Another one?”

I’d barely grasped hold of my shock before my body strained and pushed and contracted again. The sensation of the fullness within me fighting to get out returned, and I watched as the diminished lump of my belly flattened even more. The excruciating pain struck me again, and within seconds, a second, almost identical, red, scaly egg slipped out to join the first between us.

“Twins!” Rufus called out, as if it were the best thing in the world. “You’ve given me twins on the first try. Well done, Tovey.” He kissed my shoulder, neck, and cheek, every part of me he could reach, in praise. “I knew you were the finest omega in all of the worlds.”

I managed only a thin, wheezing breath in reply. My trembling changed from pain to fear and confusion as I stared at the slick-wet eggs on the bed.

Eggs. I’d laid eggs. Dragon eggs.

And I loved them.

I let out a plaintive wail as my fear subsided and a soul-deep affection for the eggs in front of me washed into me, like waves crashing onto the beach in a storm. I didn’t know what to say, I could barely wrap my head around what had just happened, but I knew that I had to protect those eggs with my life.

I wriggled out of Rufus’s arms and curled forward, wrapping my body around the eggs and pulling them close to me as I lay on my side on the bedcovers. Tears suddenly poured from my eyes and I sobbed with emotion, but that emotion was joy and love.

“I know,” Rufus said, shifting to hover behind me, stroking my body. “I probably should have told you what was to come.”

I was too filled with happiness to frown at him or scold him for that glaring oversight. I’m not sure that being told what would happen would have done anything to lessen the shock of it actually happening.

“They’re mine,” I managed to say, stroking each of the eggs as I held them close. “They’re my babies. I don’t understand how, but they’re mine.” I glanced at him over my shoulder and added, “They’re ours.”

“They are,” Rufus said, lying down and spooning me, spooning us. “And as soon as we’ve rested for a bit, I’ll let you choose anywhere in my lair and any materials you might want to build your nest.”

Nest? The idea felt so foreign and yet so instinctual at the same time.

I would think about it later, though. For now, I was so exhausted that I could barely stand it, and with Rufus stroking my back and side, close and protecting me and our eggs, I fell asleep before I could stop myself.

I awoke sometime later. Time didn’t seem to matter in the magical kingdom. It didn’t move the same way between the two worlds, I knew, so it didn’t seem to matter. I was still in Rufus’s bed, but the right way around and under the covers. The eggs were nestled against my stomach, and I had my arms around them.

I yawned awake, feeling so much better than I had in…ever. I hugged my eggs, stroking each of them, then shifting so I could kiss each of them. I wasn’t afraid that I would squash or damage them for some reason. It was as if I knew they were strong and that they would grow stronger. They were warm and felt of life despite being hard and scaly.

I felt life from them, but it was faint, like a tiny shoot or the first signs of buds on flowers. I imagined that a babe growing in my womb would have felt the same way.

“You’re awake,” Rufus said from somewhere beside the bed.

I turned to smile at him. I couldn’t tell if he’d been in the room with me the entire time I’d been asleep or if he had just returned after some errand.

I stretched out a hand to him, and he came straight to me, sitting and taking my hand, then peeling back the bedcovers so he could smile at the eggs.

“I should have explained all this to you earlier,” he said with a sigh.

The harsh aggressiveness that he’d shown me while breeding me, and while stomping around my father’s castle, had faded into a calmer, stronger presence. I’d always known he had that side within him. Knowing that had come with the bond between us. It was lovely to see it now.

“I’m not certain any explanation would have been enough,” I said, pushing myself up to sit with my back against the pillows.

I repositioned the eggs in my lap. I wasn’t certain if they needed to be incubated, like chicken eggs, or if they would be alright on their own. Selle would probably know. He’d read every book known to?—

I gasped and jerked to look at Rufus. “My brothers.”

Rufus was too busy smiling at the eggs to grasp what I’d said at first. He hummed in question, then dragged his eyes away from the eggs to smile at me.

His smile dropped when he saw the concern that had descended on me. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“My brothers,” I said, my heart suddenly racing. “I’ve abandoned them in the middle of the night.”

“Darling, you know time doesn’t pass the same way there as it does here,” Rufus said, rubbing my back.

“Yes, but I can’t leave them to fight my father and Lord Groswick’s horrible plan on their own,” I said.

Rufus’s expression went flat. “Why not? Let them defeat your father and save the farmers. You have eggs to nurture.”

I needed more information. “How long does it take for dragon eggs to hatch?” I asked. “Do I need to sit with them until that happens or is it possible to leave them for a time?”

Even as I asked that, my stomach turned at the thought of leaving them. If I did, I knew I would worry about them constantly until we were reunited.

“It takes six months for dragon eggs to hatch,” Rufus said. “That’s part of the reason why so many dragon families are so large. We don’t have to wait as long as humans before having more.”

The idea of having a large, happy, exuberant family of ruby dragons with Rufus made me unbelievably happy.

But the idea of never seeing my brothers again and not being there to help them foil Father and Lord Groswick’s plan made my heart hurt.

“I don’t know what to do,” I confessed to Rufus. “I need to be here with our children, even if they aren’t born yet. But I need to be with my brothers, too. Is there any way I can do both?”

Rufus sighed and rubbed a hand over his head. “I wish your loyalties weren’t split the way they are,” he said. I was about to get angry with him and defend my love and loyalty for my brothers, but he raised a hand and went on with, “But I do understand it. And I think it’s admirable. Your brothers are the luckiest omegas in all the worlds.” He smiled and added, “And I’m the luckiest alpha.”

He leaned in and kissed me. I wasn’t sure I was in a mood to be kissed, but I kissed him back anyhow.

I felt infinitely better when he said, “There are magical nursemaids who can mind dragon eggs while their papa is gone. I can make some inquiries and have the very best of them come to the lair to watch the eggs while we go and help your brothers.”

“We?” I asked, surprised that he would want to join me.

Rufus looked incredulous. “Of course, we . You don’t think I’m going to let you out of my sight for a moment, now that you’re the papa of my babies, do you?”

I almost argued, but instead I smiled. We were so new to each other, but I could feel that I would love the process of the two of us getting to know each other better and falling truly in love. Being fated was one thing, but time made love so much fuller.

“Thank you,” I told him, raising a hand to brush the side of his face. “This means so much to me. Thank you for understanding that I have to help my brothers.

“But once the farmers are safe from Father and Lord Groswick’s scheme, I want to give my attention and my life to you and our children,” I added.

“Good,” Rufus said, taking my hand and kissing it. “I understand how important the people of your kingdom are to you, really, I do. I’ll help you in every way I can, starting with finding out about a nursemaid.”

“I love you,” I said, blinking away the tears of affection that came to my eyes. “And I swear to you, I’ll figure out how to make things right in the other kingdom as fast as possible so that we can continue on with our life here.”

I loved my brothers, but every second I spent with Rufus, and now our babies, made me long for the time when I wouldn’t have to choose between worlds.