Viol kissed my cheek before sitting upright again. After making swift work of his jeans and boxers, he tossed them aside. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his body. In the dim shadowy light, illuminated by the flickering glow of candles, I thought Viol looked like an angel.
I reached for him wordlessly. He accepted my invitation. He gently lay on top of me, his thighs straddling my waist. The not-so-accidental brushing of our erections made me whimper in pleasure. As if I wasn’t already burning up, now I felt ready to explode. Sating my arousal was the only thing I could focus on. It haunted me like a ravaging hunger, or terrible thirst.
“I need you,” I begged, my plea a shaky whisper in Viol’s ear. “Please, I—ah...”
He didn’t force me to wait any longer. A finger slipped deftly down past my cock, between my thighs, only stopping when it found its quarry—my slick entrance, twitching impatiently for him. He teased the tight ring like a greeting, announcing his presence, then slipped gently inside.
I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth, then released it in a shaky moan. I couldn’t stop my fingers from curling into Viol’s back, or my nails from digging into his skin. But he didn’t seem to mind. As he buried his face in my neck, peppering it with a flurry of kisses, I felt him grinning ear to ear.
All other sensation faded into the background as Viol’s finger probed inside me. My mind zoned in on it. I felt dizzy with lust. The instinct to be bred rose above everything else, overwhelming my thoughts. My body reacted on its own—my hips pushed down, seeking more of his touch.
Viol didn’t tease or give me a hard time. He offered me exactly what I wanted. He pushed his finger deeper, as deep as it would go, until it stopped at his knuckle. The tight, hot feeling of being filled rang out in my skull like the chime of a crystal bell. But it was too quiet; I craved it louder. I wanted a full symphony.
My voice trembled as I asked, “More...”
Viol kissed my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, then my lips.
He squeezed a second finger into me.
My body tensed at the intrusion before a soothing wave of ecstasy followed. I relaxed into it, letting Viol stretch and widen my channel. It didn’t need much coaxing. Soon I was slick and open, ready to be bred. But as desperate as I was for his cock, I didn’t rush him. Simply being touched by him was a blessing, and I cherished every second of it.
Viol smoothed his free hand over my chest, teasing my nipples. Sizzling sparks of electricity crackled over my skin. Igasped in pleasure and arched into Viol’s simultaneous touches. My pulse thrummed faster and faster, hot as lava in my veins.
I couldn’t wait a second longer.
I needed my alpha. My body and soul needed him more than any other base instinct. I felt like I’d fade into nonexistence if he didn’t enter me soon.
And then—
Viol shuffled on top of me. His fingers vanished. My eyes snapped open.
Suddenly, the tip of his cock was pressed against my entrance.
My breathing slowed as I stared up at my mate’s face. His expression was pure adoration. I drew my hands from his shoulders to his cheeks, cradling them like I never wanted to let go. I pulled him towards me and poured my passion into a long, hot kiss. Our tongues were inseparable. The liquid heat seeped from my tongue down to the rest of my body, lighting up every nerve.
As we kissed, Viol angled his hips and pushed deeper into me. I moaned into his mouth, sucking in desperate breaths through my nose to avoid breaking off the kiss. His cock, pulsing and twitching with mirrored need, swelled as it stretched me further open. All I could do was moan and whimper and writhe.
“Poppy.” Viol’s growl was dominant yet quiet. His dragon soul wasn’t far off. “You’re so beautiful.” Another growl vibrated in his throat like a possessive purr as he grazed his teeth along my neck. I tilted my head to offer him space. Viol’s hot breath whispered across my sensitive skin. Then I felt the change—his blunt teeth shifting into dragon fangs, their sharp points shooting thrills across my body.
He bit down.
There was no pain, only a burst of pure ecstasy.
Viol thrusted his hips deeper until he was buried to the hilt. I was delightfully stuffed with him.
I gasped loudly, then let out a sensual wail. My mind went blank as my instincts took over. My omega wolf soul needed Viol—we needed to be mated with, to bear his litter, to become pregnant with wolf cubs or dragonets or whatever type of children he’d give us.
I threw my arms around him again, as possessive over him as he was with me. My short fingernails elongated into canine claws. The sound of my whimpers slowly morphed from human to wolf.
Viol’s instincts reacted to mine. The grunts that accompanied his thrusts turned thick and carnal, each one more animalistic than the last.
Viol grabbed my hips. He moved faster. Each time he bucked, my own erection brushed against his belly, fanning the flames of my arousal. The pleasure bordered on overwhelming.
“Breed me, Viol,” I begged. Putting the words together was difficult. I was rapidly losing myself to my base instincts.
I knew Viol felt the same when he snarled possessively in response. He gripped my hips, fucking me wildly. But he wasn’t the only territorial one. My claws dug into his shoulders, and I rose to meet him in time with his thrusts.
My alpha. My dragon. My mate.
