“He wanted to eat me. Alive. While I screamed. That wasn’t nice at all.”
“God. No.” Grimbold wasn’t sure what to think, but there was a good dollop of horror mixed in with his amazement and wonder. “But you like my dragon?”
Walter rubbed his head along Grimbold’s chest like he was a cat. “Oh, so much. Yes. He hid from me at first, so I only heard him every now and then, and the first time I did hear him, I was wrong about what he meant, but that’s all in the past. I’m not afraid of him anymore. He’s very happy you found me and frustrated you won’t act on it.”
“Really?” Grimbold asked with a chuckle. “And what do you think he wants?”
Take. Now. Mine. Mate.
“He wants me. He feels I belong to him. To you.”
Grimbold groaned and shifted. He was trying, very hard, to do the right and noble thing, but it was so very difficult. “And you, Walter? What do you think?”
Walter wiggled his bottom, giving Grimbold’s dick a very thorough lap dance. “I think I want to be yours. Both man and dragon.”
Grimbold bent and kissed the side of Walter’s temple. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said. He cupped Walter’s jaw and lifted his face. “You are worthy, you are wanted, and you are mine.” Then his lips captured Walter’s for what Grimbold fervently hoped would be forever.
11
Grimbold
Walter’s mouth was sweet. It should be no surprise; omegas were always sweet, at least to dragons. Grimbold had no idea how pure human—if there existed such a thing—alphas experienced omegas, but to dragon alphas they were like candy. Lemon drops or buttery salted caramel or burnt sugar or dark chocolate or a myriad of other confections.
It occurred to him that the Pedigree cloisters bore an unsettling resemblance to draconic boxes of bon bons.
Walter must have felt some of that thought through the tensing of Grimbold’s muscles because he also stiffened. “What? What is it?”
“Nothing of import, sweet. Just thinking how very delicious you are. I nearly understand that dragon who wished to eat you.”
The boy gulped. “You do?”
“I assure you, any consumption will be in the strictly metaphorical sense.”
Walter still held himself stiffly, but he didn’t attempt to flee. Perhaps he really was coming to trust Grimbold. “So,” he said slowly after many seconds had passed, “you’ll only pretend to eat me? Or is this sexual innuendo? I was never very good at that class.” He began to look distressed.
“Walter. I will never, ever harm you. Just as I will never allow another to hurt you. Not while there’s breath in my body.” The boy relaxed and Grimbold pulled him close. “You smell and taste delicious, but you are not food. Angela would never approve.”
“Saved by Angela,” Walter said, his body lax and pliant in Grimbold’s arms. “What do I taste like? Your dragon wants to tell me, but I suspect he doesn’t have the vocabulary. I only get ‘best food that is not food,’ which is a little disturbing, to be honest.”
“That is fascinating, and yes, a bit disturbing, and we will discuss this more later, I promise. For now, suffice it to say my dragon is mostly interested in meat that’s charred on the outside and near raw in the middle. He’s not much for sweets.”
“But you are. Right? Angela told me that you’re very fond of dessert.”
Grimbold stroked Walter’s hair. “Yes, I am. And you smell and taste like chocolate mixed with candied orange peel. Bitter and rich, a little tart, and so very sweet. Your slick will be delicious.”
Walter shivered and squirmed a bit more on his lap. Grimbold felt like ripping their clothes off so he could bury himself in the boy’s body, but not yet. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Walter, so he bit his lip and endured and tried to ignore his increasingly impatient dragon and equally impatient cock.
Now! Now! Now!
“You smell good, too.” Walter buried his nose in the crook of Grimbold’s neck. “I’m like your dragon. I don’t have the right words to describe it, but it’s wonderful. The best thing I’ve ever smelled.” He let out a contented sigh.
“I want to take care of you, Walter.”
The boy lifted his face up to look into Grimbold’s eyes. “Okay.”
“I want to be worthy of you. Do you understand?”
Walter shook his head.
