18
Ryu
The moment I locked the front door to my apartment, I caught the scent of it.
The thick, musky scent flowed from my mate, rolling off in waves that indicated the start of his heat. My throat tightened.
“Well, I guess the doctor was right about when it would start,” Scar mumbled.
“Yeah,” I replied, my voice husky with arousal. My mind was fogged by desire, and I couldn’t think about anything except having sex with my mate. The urge was so intense that I bit my lip.
Scar looked similarly affected. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing was heavier than normal, and it wasn’t from exertion. Our bodies seemed to vibrate like magnets, wanting desperately to pull together and never let go.
Silently, I took his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. He didn’t protest, or even speak at all. We didn’t need words to know that this was exactly what both of us desperately wanted.
Before I could make the first move, Scar growled and grabbed me by the shirt collar and crushed his mouth against mine. The heady scent of his heat and the hot wetness of his tongue flooded my senses, dizzying me. The kiss was ruthlessly passionate, and lasted until our burning lungs forced us apart.
Panting and breathless, I stared into Scar’s eyes. They flashed with unashamed lust right before he growled and kissed me hard again. We melted into a pile of limbs, hot and sweaty, kissing and roaming our hands over each other’s bodies. All sense of humility disappeared as our base instincts rose to the surface.
We were reduced to an omega in heat, and an alpha who needed to breed him.
The dragon inside me growled, deep and feral, as the urge to dominate him took over me.
I pushed Scar’s shoulder down into the bed and straddled his waist. A brief glint of excitement sparkled in his eyes, and I quickly realized why—I felt the bulge of his cock poking up underneath me. He was already just as excited as I was.
We made quick work of our clothes, nearly ripping seams and tearing buttons in our struggle to strip as fast as possible.
I stared down at Scar’s now-familiar body and traced my hands down his collarbone, over his chest, finally stopping at his hips. His cock strained against his skin, painfully hard from the overwhelming arousal of his heat. I grasped him low near the base of his shaft and squeezed up. Scar gritted his teeth together with a groan. He was tight and wound up, and I got the feeling one more touch would send him spiraling over the edge.
I tightened my grip on his cock and pumped him quickly twice, and that was all it took. He threw his head back with a loud moan as his cum burst all over my hand and his skin.
But even after his powerful orgasm, his cock remained hard.
It must be because of his heat,I realized.
Scar’s face was flushed and desperate when he cried out, as if in a form of agony. “Gods, please…”
“What is it you want?” I demanded, my voice thick from arousal.
“I want you inside me,” he growled.
I didn’t miss the way the fluids slipped down from his overflowing entrance. I thought last time was wet, but it didn’t even compare now that he was in heat. His body was completely prepared for me to enter him.
I tested him first, pressing two fingers to his hole. They slipped inside with a wet noise without any resistance at all.
“I don’t want fingers,” Scar protested, scowling. “I want your cock.”
I smirked. “If that’s what my omega wants, then I won’t make you wait any longer.”
“Good,” he grunted.
After slipping my fingers out, I readied the tip of my cock against his wet entrance. Scar tensed with need and excitement. My cock entered him just as easily as my fingers had earlier—it was completely different compared to the first time we had sex. Scar’s ass clamped down on my dick, as if trying to pull it further inside. I groaned at the tight, hot pressure.
“You better get me pregnant this time,” Scar growled.
“I will,” I promised. “I’ll fuck you over and over until you’re full to bursting.”
He shuddered with a smirk. “Looking forward to it.”
