And in one fluid motion, I flipped him over. Now I was on top—and I had himexactlywhere I wanted him.
Eleven
Matteo
I was convincedhe was my fated mate.
Thystle’s words echoed in my head. His confession stunned me. I felt like I’d taken a brick to the face. Maybe two.
Thystle was obsessed with Aquila? As in, my alter-ego, Aquila?
He’d orchestrated the Games, and invited this horde of people...just to meetme?
I would’ve laughed at the irony if Thystle hadn’t been drop-dead serious. I saw the light sparkle in his eyes as he gushed earnestly over TalonStorm. He was honest-to-gods in love with Aquila.
That was what it was. Love. He’d called it obsession, but he downplayed it because he didn’t want me to be jealous. He was sweet that way.
Little does he know...
It wasn’t obsession. Knowing how Thystle gazed fondly into my eyes, the kind way he spoke to me, the way he’d do anything for me—it could only be love.
And if that was true, it meant Thystle had been in love with me for the past ten years.
I could almost commend fate on this ironic twist. Well played, you minx.
But I didn’t have time to dwell on that revelation. I was so turned on by Thystle’s sudden advance that I couldn’t think straight anymore.
The air left my lungs as Thystle took control. His average size belied his lightning speed and secret strength. He was an alpha dragon. I’d do well to remember that.
He’d reversed our positions in one fell swoop, like a predator hunting its prey. As an apex predator myself, I wasn’t used to being on this end of the chase, but I liked it. Thystle’s intense gaze sent shivers down my spine. He stared at me like I was the only thing in the world.
“You look good down there,” he said. His silky hair fell around his face in a purple curtain, making him look sensual and intimidating in the sexiest way possible.
“And you look good on top of me,” I shot back.
I glanced at his lower half. His erection was hard to miss. I’d noticed it the second the covers dropped from his body. But now it was harder than ever, tenting his underwear. It made my mouth water.
And my mouth wasn’t the only reactive part of my body. Beneath all my clothes, my hole twitched. Thystle’s playful dominance stirred my omega instincts. I wasn’t one to bow to an alpha’s will, but Thystle was... special. His act of flipping me over and straddling my waist was enough to arouse me. I wondered if he smelled my scent the same way I drank in his. His spicy, musky aroma was softened by sleep, yet it assaulted my nostrils and fiercely turned me on.
“You smell so good,” I murmured.
Thystle grinned like he was about to indulge me in a secret. “Do you know what I was doing in your bed before you showed up?”
An anticipatory shudder jolted across my skin.
“Tell me,” I said.
Thystle leaned closer so our cheeks nearly touched, then whispered, “I was sniffing your pillow and grinding against your bed.”
I groaned. That mental image went straight to my cock.
“So, that’s why you were hard when I walked in,” I remarked.
“There was no hiding it...”
“Don’t hide,” I said. “I like seeing you.”
His grin widened. “I’d hope so, since you’re a contestant in the Games.”
