“May I enter your nest?” There was no nest, but I knew the way this had to be done. Intentionally, with her consent, so she knew she was in control, even now.
“My nest?” She gave a half-sob, half-laugh. “Such as it is.” Her hands moved over the fabric again, bunching it up in a shallow lip on both sides. “Yes, Icarus. I want you in my nest.”
It would have to do. I almost stumbled, stepping over our discarded clothing to climb up to her. Next to her at last, I let my eyes feast on the woman who would be my mate. My Omega.
I allowed my wyvern to catalogue every detail of her body: her perfect arched feet, slim legs, the tight golden curls that shone in the diffuse light, sparkling almost. Her waist was nipped in from slender hips, and her breasts… Goddess! Had there ever been a more perfect set of tits? Areolas a pale pink, with darker, rosy nipples like raspberries.
Her hair spilled over the crisp white sheets, and she thrashed, moaning for me to help her. I slid up next to her, wings folded, and ran the backs of my fingernails over her soft, rosy skin. White lines formed everywhere I touched, and I laughed.
“What?” Her eyes snapped open, and I could tell she was growing angry, impatient.
“My wyvern likes how hot you are. He thinks a wyvern’s mate should burn as hot as he does for you.”
She bit out a curse, and grabbed my arms, pulling me on top of her. “Touch me, or find me an Alpha who will,” she growled. When I let my fingers trail over her again, she rolled as if she might get out of the bed and go looking for one herself.
“Be still!” I barked the words, and she stopped, trembling. I pulled her back to the bed, and wrapped one hand around both her small wrists, holding them over her head against the sheets. Her eyelids dropped, and she writhed against me.
“You’re right, sweetheart.” I filled my lungs with air, then released it from deep inside, allowing my Alpha purr to resonate and soothe her. “I shouldn’t tease. You need me, don’t you? You need your Alpha’s cock inside you, filling you up. You need my tongue on you.” I dipped my head to her chest and let my tongue trace circles around her breasts, blowing air to cool them, and then took one of her tight nipples into my mouth, rolling it along my teeth, nibbling it until she gasped with alarm. “My wyvern wants to bite you, Roya. Not just the mating bite, although he will do that. He wants to bite you everywhere, leave marks all over this perfect pink body. Are you going to let me do that? May I put my brands on you, little dove? If I promise to make it good for you, will you let me mark you, claim you as mine?”
She whimpered, nodding frantically.
“Good girl,” I purred, and she relaxed. Still holding her wrists in my hand, I let my legs fall over hers, opening her thighs on the bed, and forcing them to stay wide. The scent of her honey rose and swirled around us, her need forcing its way into my lungs. I nibbled and bit my way down her body, relishing the pink marks my teeth left on her skin, careful not to bruise her. I let go of her wrists so that I could use my hands to open her wider, exposing her folds to my eyes. I blew a stream of cool air on the flushed, slick-covered lips. She moved her hands as if to cover herself.
“Stay still,” I ordered, allowing a hint of my Alpha bark to seep into the tone. She whined, and I pushed her thighs wide, letting my lips explore her most intimate places. Goddess, she tasted like the finest dessert I’d ever imagined, with hints of juniper wine, citrus, and honey. “Oh, sweetheart,” I growled, letting the words vibrate the bud of her clitoris, which was swollen as if it were reaching for my mouth. “I could eat this sweet pussy all day.”
I kneeled back to the feast, letting my tongue move from her tightly clenched rosebud near the sheets, up and around her leaking cunt, teasing her with my refusal to touch her there, and on to her clit. I nipped and teased, and she dissolved under my attentions, emitting muffled cries as she moved her hands over her mouth. I licked her through her orgasm, but didn’t stop. Her honey was flowing, and I let my tongue drop to her entrance, pushing inside. She was still mostly closed, but not completely.
Holding her ass up to my face with one hand to tilt her hips to the perfect angle, I set my mouth over her folds, knowing the sensation would be almost too much. She protested, and I smiled into her folds. “Little dove, this is mine. Mine to eat, mine to lick, mine to touch, in any way I want. You gave it to me, your Alpha. And now I’m going to stretch this sweet hole so I can fit my cock into it. My cock, and my knot.” I pushed one finger into her channel, the walls gripping me like a vise, and wondered if I was speaking the truth. I wasn’t sure a cock would fit inside that tiny passage.
My wyvern roared, and I set my lips to her again, flicking her swollen bud again and again until she came apart once more, using her distraction at that moment to slip in another finger and scissor them, the pain eclipsed by her orgasm. I devoured her, and thanked the Goddess for every woman I’d known before, so that I had the skills to bring her to her climax again and again, grateful to the depths of my soul that this was the bounty I would feast on every day for the rest of my very long life.
Her folds were so hot, they would have burned any man not half-wyvern. Her skin was red now, and I worried for a moment if she was strong enough to take me, take my knot.
She is growing weaker,my wyvern spoke inside my mind, more clearly than he ever had.Open her.
I leaned back, taking in Roya’s weak breathing. She was almost panting now, her head lolling to one side. “Oh, little dove, I’ll make it better.” I set my cock head to her entrance and felt the tip rubbing against the impossible heat there. Scales flashed all over my body, and her eyes opened the tiniest bit.
“Beautiful,” she breathed, then let her eyes half close again.
My wings stretched wide as I entered her one inch at a time, fighting to keep my wyvern from roaring out his triumph. Soon, the short thrusts became longer ones, and her slick, wet heat gushed around my length as she whimpered. “I know it hurts, my treasure. I know,” I comforted her, purring so she would relax into the movement.
Soon, she was sighing with pleasure as I moved rhythmically inside her, pressing deeper and deeper. Her skin was growing hotter, though, and I almost stopped.
“Don’t you dare,” she growled, and pulled me back when I would have withdrawn. She was muttering in languages I had never heard, insisting on something from the tone. But was she asking me to stop, or keep going, or slow down? She thrashed on the bed now, obviously in need of something.
Finally, I took her chin in one hand, forcing her to be still and look into my face. I infused my tone with my bark, the words loud enough that I worried I would be heard all over the island, but I had to know if she needed me to stop. “Roya, tell me. What do you need?”
Her eyes flared a bright blue, an unnatural glowing shade, and she growled out two words: “Now. Knot.”
“Thank you, Goddess,” I breathed, and began fucking her as deeply as I could, plowing into her, thrusting hard. Her swollen lips stretched wide around the base of my cock, almost enough to take my knot.
But not quite enough. I reached down, rubbing her clit roughly with my thumb, intent on forcing one more orgasm out of her. She mewled in protest. “Come, little dove,” I ordered. “Come for your Alpha. Come for your mate.”
And good Omega that she was, she obeyed. I felt her walls began to flutter around my cock as I thrust deeply, and then flare wide enough for me to force my knot inside.
Could a man die from pleasure? I thought I might, feeling for the first time what it felt to be taken completely inside a woman. To be allowed to press my hips flush against this woman’s thighs.
“I will fuck you every day, if you ask it, my love. I will knot you every night. You will be in my arms whenever you want it; I am yours.” Her eyes flew wide as I pressed my mouth to her lips at the exact moment that my seed began to jet inside her slick-soaked walls. Her cunt squeezed my knot rhythmically, her orgasms coming so fast they bled into one another. I came and came, filling her up, and when I felt pressure against the head of my cock, and a burning hot swell of slick moving to surround me, my wyvern took control.
