“Are you sure, omega mine?”
He wasn’t mine, but that didn’t stop the words from slipping out. He mustn’t have noticed, instead crying out, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
There were no follow-up questions.
“Roll over.”
He was on his hands and knees, presenting his slick-and-ready entrance five seconds later.
I moved behind him, grabbing his hips, wondering how this could feel so good already. I slammed into him, no longer able to hold back.
“Theo!” He pushed back, wanting more. “Move, please. Move.”
As if I could deny him anything.
Slowly at first, I moved in and out of him, but it wasn’t enough for Brent. The omega kept pushing back at me, begging for more. I let go.
“Touch me, alpha. Make me come!”
When he said, “Touch me,” that’s all it took. My hand reached under him, wrapping around his cock and jerking him. His balls were already tightened up, my hand coated after a few yanks, which was good because holding back had taken every bit of strength I had.
All too soon, I could no longer hold back, my orgasm slamming into me, my cum filling him followed by my knot. Biting my lips so hard I could taste blood was the only thing that prevented me from marking him, my dragon demanding I claim him as ours.
Calm down, bear. He’s not ours. He’s not ours.
Dragon!
Act like it.
As I fell asleep that night with him in my arms, I couldn’t help but wish that the omega snuggled against me could be mine. Except he didn’t feel the same.
The next morning, I woke to the sound of a rideshare dragging him away.
At least I had that night.
Chapter Two
Brent
Nearly one year later
“I’m gonna do like Altan here and grab one from the machine.”
I hadn’t planned on doing that. If anything, I came in expecting to hem and haw about what tattoo to get. But as I was chilling with Bunny Foo-Foo, I knew that I needed to get one from the machine. Not that it would be fun or that it was easier. Nope. A necessity. I didn’t fully understand why I was so sure, but as she looked up at me with her beautiful eyes, it was all the assurance I needed.
“You do know that the only person tattooing today, besides your bestie’s man, is me, and I’m taken.” Greta batted her eyelashes.
I liked Greta, but I’d never say I understood her. Was she teasing? Did she think everyone wanted her man? Was she looking for positive affirmations? Not a clue. Instead, I did what I always did when she made comments that caught me off guard, I played it off like a joke.
“I’m not under any notion that I am going to leave here with a beau.” I scanned my card, and Greta rolled her eyes.
“Just plop this quarter in there. Let’s see what you get.”
I did, surprised by the anticipation that flooded me as I waited the milliseconds for the capsule to drop. Suddenly this felt big, life-changing even. I pulled it from the machine and opened it. It was a bear, although nothing like the one my bestie had gotten. The more I looked at it, the more it looked more dragon than bear, but if you were to ask me in what way, I wasn’t sure I could pinpoint it. It just did.
“Huh? How’d that get in there?” Greta reached in the drawer and gave me another quarter before I fully took in the masterpiece that the machine gave me.
“Wait, why do I get another quarter? This is perfect.”
