"Are you ready for me, Brigid, hm?" he asked, barely parting our mouths.
"But I—the nest isn't—" My voice hiccuped as a warm hand pressed the inside of my knee, a path of heat moving up my inner thigh. My personal dress wasn't the only thing I'd neglected. I'd been putting off building the nest we would need for Torion's rut, as if that might keep the event at bay too.
"You'll have time to finish the nest," Torion said, voice low and quiet, the keep strangely silent all of a sudden. "That's not what I meant, though. Are you ready to have me,here?"
Two fingers stroked down from my clit to my opening, not hesitating a moment before pressing inside. I caught my breath, my eyes opening to find Torion so close, watching me, all his easy charm now sharpened into dark intent.
"Are you ready to take my cock into you, omega? It's all I think about. I can barely walk straight," he rasped.
I opened my mouth to answer, to pant out a yes, but he swallowed the word with another probing, licking kiss, his fingers settling deeper as my body eased the way with slippery welcome.
"To root myself in you." Torion's teeth scraped over my jaw, his bold, hot words ghosting over my throat. "To fill you for days on end, seeking only our release. Over and over again. For the love of flight, Brigid, I can barely stand not to start now."
I shuddered, the stool thumping faintly against the floor as I started to roll myself into his touch, fucking myself on his two fingers. "We could," I offered, not thinking straight.
He groaned, the sound broken by a ragged laugh. "You've no idea how tempted I am. I'm so hard just touching you. I'll come when you do. The sound of you always makes me burst."
"T-Torion, please!" I gasped, suddenly desperate to have him inside me, to satisfy us both. Only a little of the reason, just the smallest kernel, was due to how much I dreaded presenting myself as his omega to all of Grave Hills dragonkin.
"Mmm, no. We must see this farce through. And then we fly to the other alphas," he muttered. "And the nest, omega. You need to build me a pretty nest."
"The alphas?" I squeaked out, startled, thrown by the suggestion.
"The flight approaches. But first?—"
His touch inside me grew urgent, his mouth on my throat biting gently and then suckling hard over my pulse, a spot I found so sensitive. I moaned, my hands scrabbling over his shoulders, hips rising off the stool until only his arm around my waist and his fingers inside of me kept me from hitting the floor.
"Torion, I?—"
"Don't beg, Brigid, I can't stand resisting you," he said, and the words were so rough, so earnest, that I sobbed and obeyed, pleading only with wordless sounds, with the unsteady thrust of my hips into his touch.
It didn't take long. Torion knew the path to my climax too well by now. When my toes dug into the floor and my hips arched high, his thumb found my pleasure point, circling twice and then rubbing firmly on the right side.
The damn man had figured out too much of me.
I came with a shout, his teeth and tongue holding firmly at my throat, his arm around my waist steadying me as I started to fall. He pulled me to his chest, settling me in his lap. He pulled his fingers free of me and then brought them up between us, stuffing them greedily between his lips with a lewd, wet sound as he sucked and licked them clean. I watched with wide eyes as he let out a long, low cry, his eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as he shuddered beneath me, sagging forward so we were propping one another up.
I gaped at him, wondering what we'd just done, why it felt like so much and so little at the same time, but he only nuzzled my cheek and sighed.
"That's the best I can do until we deal with the next two days of duties," he said, kissing my cheek.
He stood with a soft grunt, lifting me to my toes in the movement, turning to set me at his side. On the floor, a spatter of Torion's opaque seed remained. My mouth watered at the sight,and I stiffened, strangely struck by the urge to crouch and lap away the evidence of Torion's desire for me.
I twisted away from the sight, a little appalled with myself. Torion hummed, searching the room quickly before reaching for a spare washcloth, wiping the mess away.
"Come, they'll be waiting," Torion said, tossing the cloth into a basket of linens to be washed and guiding me toward the door with an arm about my waist.
"Wait," I cried, spinning back to the nest. I grabbed the plaid Torion had gifted me and hurried back to the mirror, gaping at my reflection. "You marked me!"
I had a large red and pink welt on my throat where Torion had been suckling. A matching flush covered my cheeks as I spotted his handiwork, and Torion huffed a laugh behind me.
"I like that spot," he said unrepentantly.
I sighed, lifting the plaid and trying to arrange it over that shoulder, bunching at the top like a collar that might hide the love bite.
"No," Torion said, the word low but gentle, his hand settling over mine, taking the plaid away and then rearranging it to his liking on the opposite shoulder. "Let them see."
It was childish. I'd seen girls who'd been marked by their young sweethearts, maids with stable boys who could not resist the possessive claiming, omegas whose young betas had wanted to make a statement. Malcolm had never felt the need.
