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I laughed lightly at the force of his desire.

I couldn’t stop myself, even though I knew laughing would only make Obi angrier.

I loved his enthusiasm and the way he took charge when he wanted something, even if he didn’t want to want it.

He was eager and determined, exactly the traits I’d always dreamed of in a mate.

Once we made it past this rough beginning, the two of us would have a long and exciting life together.

“I can feel it,” Obi panted as we worked together to pull my shirt off.

“What can you feel, love?” I asked as I tossed my shirt aside, then helped Obi peel out of his clothes.

“Everything,” Obi said on a heavy breath. “I can feel the way you want me. I can feel the egg getting ready to be born. I can feel so many emotions that I can’t keep track of them. I can feel our future.”

He said the last while looking up into my eyes pleadingly.

“Yes, it’s a lot,” I said, tossing his shirt that I’d just removed aside and pulling him back into my arms. “Nature asks a lot of dragons and their mates, but that’s why only the strongest omegas are fated for us.”

“I don’t feel strong,” Obi said, his vulnerability shining through. “I feel…I’m scared.”

“You have nothing to fear, my darling,” I said, brushing my fingers through his hair. “You are one of the bravest people I know. I’m sorry that you aren’t happy with your fate, but you are fierce enough to rise to meet its challenges.”

Obi made a sound that was something between frustration and deep, sexual need and threw himself at me again.

Through our bond, I could feel the mix of emotions he’d mentioned, but I could also feel his resolve rising above it all.

It was a new feeling from him, not that we’d had much time to adapt to each other’s emotions yet, and it encouraged me.

I lifted him off his feet and carried him to the bed. After laying him down, I moved quickly to remove his boots and trousers. The darker, alpha part of me wanted my omega mate always naked and ready in my bed. It was only right that he should be available to me at all times.

For the moment, Obi must have felt the same way. He moaned and sprawled across the bedcovers, lifting his hips and panting, “I’m ready. I’m ready for you to fuck this egg out of me.”

I took a step back and grinned as I undid my trousers, then bent to pull off my boots.

Really, I just wanted to gaze at my writhing, needy mate a few minutes longer.

He had gone from hating me and wanting nothing to do with me to panting and lifting his hips off the bed, the bulge of our egg slipping lower in his abdomen, so quickly that he would probably hate himself afterward.

I would love him forever. As soon as I was naked, I climbed onto the bed with him, balancing myself above him with my hard, alpha cock straining toward him.

“You are magnificent,” I said, dipping down to kiss the mark I’d left on his neck the night before.

“You are everything an alpha could want in an omega.” I shifted to kiss his shoulder on the other side, reaching one hand to stroke his cock as I did.

“You are my dream and my destiny.” I kissed the spot over his racing heart as I moved my hand slowly up and down his length.

Obi grunted and whined as if he were trying to resist the physical and emotional sensations I was giving him. It was a futile effort on his part, though. Within seconds, he let out a plaintive cry and began to come all over my hand.

The scent of him, made so much stronger by his cum, had the alpha in me growling and impatient to bring our egg into the world. In so many ways, Obi and I were still strangers, but in all the ways that mattered, we were exactly what the other needed, now and always.

I shifted down to lick Obi’s spilled cum from his bulging belly. He tasted glorious, and if this had been the first half of the mating process, I would have thrust into him and filled his lithe body with enough seed to produce a dozen eggs.

My body knew it had a specific task to do, though, and as much as I wanted to lavish my omega with pleasure and make him come a hundred times over, focus was necessary.

“I will try not to hurt you,” I gasped as I shifted back onto my haunches and lifted Obi to face me.

“Hurt me?” A flash of fear appeared in Obi’s eyes.

I couldn’t give him time to dwell on what needed to be done. It was regretful that Nature had designed dragon alphas and their mates in such a way that pain was necessary to bring an egg into the world, but it was no more painful than non-dragon births were for omegas.

With very little hesitation, I turned Obi to face away from me then pulled his back against my chest. “Whether you want to hear it or not, my firecracker, I love you,” I whispered against his ear.

Obi moaned in surrender, and to my great surprise, he wiggled until the tip of my cock pressed against his dripping hole then bore down.

We both cried out as I thrust deep into him as if the resistance of his body were nothing.

I clamped both arms around my mate’s torso and adjusted so I could power into him as my cock grew and transformed.

I could feel Obi’s pleasure as intensely as my own as we moved together.

He tilted his head back, vocalizing his pleasure and the pain that began to consume him as I rearranged his anatomy to prepare for the egg.

I would forever be in awe of the things omegas were capable of when they birthed an egg.

The only way to unlock an omega’s womb was with a fully transformed dragon cock, which was impossibly large and rugged.

The cum that shot out as I lost myself in the ecstasy of the moment was searing hot and the thickness of my head swelled to match the width of the egg, but even though I knew Obi suffered for it, he also started to come as if he would never stop.

I lowered one hand to stroke his spewing cock, helping his pleasure even as I felt his womb open to release his egg. I pulled out slowly, drawing the egg with me, then quickly adjusted once I was out so that he could do the rest of the work on his own.

Obi let out a guttural cry, his entire body straining. A moment later, with a shout of agony, the warm, slippery egg dropped out from him, nestling on the bedcovers between our thighs.

A second cry escaped from Obi’s throat as he looked down and saw the perfect, glittering, silver egg that he’d so bravely brought into this world.

“Egg!” he shouted, an entire universe of emotions wrapped into that one word.

“Yes, my love,” I said. “Your egg. Our egg. You’ve done such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

Obi burst into sobs and I loosened my hold on him enough so that he could scoop the egg up and hold it against his chest. He wept profusely as he cradled it and I cradled him.

For once, the emotions I felt racing through our bond were good, joyful ones, even when he turned his head to look back at me and asked, “What do I do now?”