Muzo
I’d never beenanyone’s fated mate before. But if the way Cobalt literally swept me off my feet and carried me into bed was any indication, I could definitely get used to it.
After the snails were united in the tank, Cobalt took me back into the bedroom. Outside, the sun was setting over the ocean, painting the room in pastel shades of pink and orange.
My heart raced as I lay in Cobalt’s bed. It smelled like him—musky and calming with a hint of spice. I could’ve been wrapped up in his sheets forever if it meant never leaving the cocoon of his scent.
He hovered over me, his arms and legs on either side of my body. The glossy sheen in his eyes reminded me of his dragon form, and they seemed so vast, like the ocean’s unfathomable depths.
I grasped the sides of his face. His rugged jaw was lined with pinpricks of stubble that felt pleasant against my hands.
He took one of my hands, then pressed a kiss to my palm that electrified my blood.
I inhaled a shaky breath. We’d been intimate before, but this felt different. Cobalt’s presence seemed bigger this time. He felt hungrier. Primal.
Cobalt’s lips parted. Instead of normal human teeth, I saw elongated dragon fangs. They grazed the sensitive plane of my palm, making my skin tingle. Within seconds, my blood buzzed, ringing in my ears.
He wasn’t holding back anymore.
“That tickles,” I said with a breathy giggle as his fangs brushed my skin.
I saw an amused glint in Cobalt’s eyes. He wasn’t overly expressive, but I liked that about him. He was the calm to my storm. I was loud and wore my heart on my sleeve; Cobalt was soft-spoken and kept his feelings close to his chest. He offered me the space to feel loudly and freely. His subtle smiles and soft laughs always felt like a gift because I knew they were genuine every time.
Cobalt’s hands drifted over my shirt. He slipped it over my head, exposing my bare chest. I’d always felt kind of embarrassed by my scrawniness. Sure, I was an omega, but I was a small omega. I was never anyone’s first choice.
Until now.
Cobalt stared at me like I was a raw steak and he was a wolf who hadn’t eaten in weeks. I swear I saw drool trickling from the corners of his mouth. Seeing that wild, lusty expression on his usually stoic face was so hot.
“I want to claim you,” Cobalt growled. His dragon’s deep, gravelly voice slipped in, making me shiver with anticipation.
I grinned. Even now, he managed to be sweeter than pie. I was half-naked, pinned underneath him on his bed, and hestillasked for permission.
“I ain’t going anywhere,” I promised. “Go ahead and claim me.”
It was like a dam broke. Cobalt moved so fast I barely had time to process it. His mouth latched onto my shoulder while his hand cupped my cock through my jeans. I gasped. My heart raced faster than a jackrabbit.
This version of Cobalt was different than the one who gave me a hand job in my hotel room. He had an aura of danger, yet I still felt completely safe. I knew he’d never hurt me, but the wilder side of him was a total turn-on.
I moaned as Cobalt rubbed my trapped cock. His thumb grazed it in rough circles that sent jagged bolts of pleasure up my spine. I arched into it, chasing the sensation. Soon I was hard enough to ache.
“Pants,” I groaned. My brain was scrambled. “Disappear them.”
A low chuckle from Cobalt, then he deftly undid the button and zipper of my jeans, thrusting them down to my ankles. I shuddered as the cool air touched my heated skin, then cried out as Cobalt’s eager hand returned to its post. It felt a thousand times better without the thick fabric in the way. Even through my underwear, it was heavenly.
Speaking of thick, my eyes widened when I felt Cobalt’s erection brush against my leg. How could it possibly seembiggerthan the first time?
“You’re slick already,” Cobalt said roughly in my ear.
Heat erupted in my cheeks. “How’d you know that?” I squeaked.
“I smell you.”
His voice was quiet and guttural, possessive and primal. Just like with his hoard, I was seeing a private side of him nobody else was allowed to witness. Only me.
I’d never felt so special.
“Well, it’s ‘cause you went and turned me on so badly,” I teased. “Sorry if I drench your sheets, but it’s your fault.”
