“Come on. Let’s get into bed. You’re going to get cold now that all the steam has dried up.”
“No,” I said and put his hand on my belly. “My fire is burning so hot for you.”
Without asking again, Beal opened the shower door and picked me up. He stopped just long enough to dry his feet on the bathmat so that he didn’t slip and slide before carrying me back into the bedroom. I gasped as hundreds of little lights glowed in the dark room. While I had showered, he’d lit up every candle in the house. The bed was covered in soft furs and flower petals. I almost asked where they came from, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to waste this moment unwinding all his magic.
Beal lowered me onto the bed and was over me soon after. The furs were soft, and the flower petals made me feel like a prince carried over the threshold of a bedroom in a faraway kingdom. His lips met mine, soft at first. Then his tongue slipped into my mouth, demanding and hungry. I returned his kiss, needing every taste of him I could manage to get. I relaxed under him. Still hard. Still slick. Only now, I didn’t have to think so hard. Every other thought fell away into the oblivion where all lost thoughts go. Maybe they’d come back later. Maybe they wouldn’t. It didn’t matter. Not really. None of it mattered as long as his moist, nimble tongue kept dancing inside my mouth. I wrapped myself around him, clinging to him with all four limbs as we kissed. He was so hard. His dick pulsated against my flesh,and I needed him inside me more than I needed anything in my life.
Still, he kept kissing me and I didn’t want him to stop doing that either. There was so much I wanted to do with him both in and out of the bedroom. Even if we lived a thousand years, would we have enough time?
“Don’t be silly. We have lifetimes,”my dragon whispered into my thoughts.
Had I felt this way before? How many times had we found each other? True-mates chose each other in the Other World after all. We’d done this all before. We’d do this all again if we were lucky.
“All you have to do right now is be in the here and now,”my dragon reminded me gently.
I arched my back rubbing up against him. It didn’t take much more than that to let Beal know what I needed.
“Mate?” he whispered, his lips hovering close enough to mine that they brushed against me as he spoke. “Are we making a baby or just having fun? Under these circumstances, once will probably be enough. So don’t say yes because we’re in the moment.”
How did I tell him that for a second, I felt like I was inside a thousand moments all at once? How could I tell him that everything inside me would break into tiny shattered fragments if he ever left me?
“Mate,” he said, smoothing my hair back from my face.
“You’re here to stay, right? I know you’re from far away and maybe you’re already homesick. Maybe Chinda was just rambling and you’re not going away.”
“Did the handreader tell you that?” he asked, his brows furrowing together.
“Not outright but she said you’d be homesick.”
“I am with you. This is my home. Sure, we have things to figure out and family arrangements to navigate but I will be where you are. We will have the whole of two worlds at our fingertips. Who wouldn’t want that for their children?”
“I want to start our family,” I whispered as the candlelight danced all around us.
Beal answered by kissing me again. His tongue swept through my mouth, and I loosened my four-limbed grip on him just enough to reach between our bodies and stroke him again. He was so hard under his fleshy barbs. How would they feel inside me?
“Good. The answer is good,”my dragon said, and I was just thankful he didn’t tell me to stick my ass up in the air again.
I stroked him as our tongues danced between our mouths and then I led him toward my slick omegahole and used the head of his cock to tease myself with. I needed him so much. I needed him buried inside me and his mouth sucking the swollen claiming gland on my shoulder dry. I needed him, yet I needed this too. The small lazy circles of his dick against my hole, relaxing me – opening me up. I needed the pressure and the anticipation. I needed his mouth to stay on me forever. There was so much I wanted to do with him and for him to do with me but the magic behind my navel pushed me forward. My dragon urged me on too until he had no choice but to let go and let Beal thrust into my awaiting, aching passageway. A gasp escaped my lips, and I fought against the urge to squeeze my eyes shut to process all the new sensations pulsating through me. Only, I wanted to look into Beal’s eyes as he entered me and felt the tight hug of my insides. His tongue swept around my mouth again as he sank deeper and deeper into me.
The barbs slid in easily along with the rest of him. They touched me everywhere at once as if they were little creatures made with the sole mission of seeking out every nerve ending inside me. I sighed, letting the pleasure wash over me as my body adjusted to the thick, barby fullness of him buried inside me. Then I clung to him again. I wanted him as close to me as possible. Craved his skin all over my skin. We found our rhythm and our bodies rocked together as if we’d been locked in this very embrace for eternity.
Pleasure pulsated through me, vibrating inside me until I couldn’t concentrate on where it was coming from. Beal’s warmth wrapped around me, stoking the dragon fire in my belly. I kept coming back to his mouth, hungry for kiss after kiss. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment of his body moving over mine and inside mine, he nuzzled his face into my neck against my swollen claiming gland. I moaned, leaning my head to the side as he brushed my damp hair out of the way.
“I’ll always protect you. Always do whatever it takes to make you happy,” he whispered against the tingling skin.
Then he pressed a whisper-soft kiss against my flesh. For a moment, my heart skipped a beat. How would he bite me? Everyone knew the claiming bite was usually made with a canine tooth and his were as large as my forearm. There wouldn’t be anything left of me. Then he bit me. He bit down with what was supposed to be human teeth, but they were sharper than any human teeth I’d encountered before. The clear magical fluid from inside my claiming gland exploded into his mouth answering my questions about how it all worked. Everything about Beal was different from other big cats I’d met but I loved each new thing I discovered around him. How careful had he been while kissing me not to slice up my mouth?
The sting lingered as Beal sucked the clear magical fluid from my claiming gland. Right now, his mind had to be flooded with memories – my memories. That’s how it worked. The gland on every alpha and omega’s shoulder only filled with fluid after they encountered their true-mate. Then the pair exchanged the fluids and memories. It was supposed to give newly met true-mates enough information to feel like they knew their mate. Enough information to not feel crazy for loving their other half so much. Love? Was that the word for what I felt for Beal already? If it wasn’t, it was something Frost-damned close. I couldn’t imagine living without him again and I didn’t want to.
“Your turn,” Beal whispered in my ear after he finished sucking the gland dry.
I wasn’t sure what it showed him but then again outside of some crappy exes and my mum’s cancer my life wasn’t exactly traumatic. I never knew my dad because he didn’t want to be a dad, but I never really felt like I missed out on anything. He was my first lesson in never chasing after someone who didn’t want me.
It wasn’t hard to find Beal’s claiming gland. It was swollen and extended from the skin on his shoulder. I gave it a tentative kiss, and the clear magical fluid sloshed around under his skin. Beal had fallen still, buried deep inside me. His pulsating cock nestled there made it hard to think straight but somehow, I still managed to borrow the very tip of my dragon’s canine to pierce the taut skin over his gland. The clear magical fluid rushed out in streams and rivulets that I had to chase down with my tongue.
The smell of the lush vegetation from our trip to the Other World consumed my senses. Faces and fur patterns raced through my mind as if they tried to build Beal’s family tree from the bottom up. His favorite colors were the greens of theplants he grew up around and the browny-oranges of the big cats who were his family. Stories and books crashed through my head like I swallowed a library whole. It was as if my brain had left empty spaces just to fit all the information about him and now it was filling in the blanks.
I trembled under him as the clear magical fluid ran dry and he met my lips for a long, tender kiss. I held his face in my hands as we kissed, and our bodies began to move together again. All his pleasure rained down on me and he felt mine too. There wasn’t a need for words, but I already knew he loved the sound of my voice and all the little sounds he coaxed out of me. I moaned for him, letting him take in the euphoria he wrung from my body with each thrust deep inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my nails found his flesh. He murmured my name but didn’t need to tell me he was close. I could feel it. I was close too. My whole body trembled with the need for release. One of Beal’s arms snaked between our thrusting and rocking bodies to take ahold of my dick. He squeezed and stroked me until my thoughts all exploded into little stars and a ring of smoke wafted from my moaning mouth as I came making a mess of his fist and our torsos. He didn’t seem to care. His thrusts came quicker and shallower as he sought out his own pleasure within my slick body.
