Morris blew flame into the bowl and, like liquid, it pooled. With fire spilling over the edges, he lifted the bowl and poured it over us both, letting the heat take us, dry us, and welcome us into something I’d never been a part of.
Marcus hefted me and carried me away, the rest of the compound a blur as he took me to his hoard and nest.
Early that morning, I’d cleaned the main part of his home and had avoided his bedroom and the hoard. Marcus brought me into the low-lit space and crashed down against me in a spill of coins and strung jewels. It cooled me, the metal, taming the fire within. His kiss took me by storm and, against my own belief, my cock rose to attention, the foreskin prying back to reveal my weeping tip. Sweet precum invaded my senses as I fought to mouth what I wanted—something I couldn’t explain with a headshake or a nod.
He fisted my cock with a gentle grasp, stroking the hardness as he kissed me once more. Our tongues slid against one another, soft pink warmth and wetness driving my cock impossibly hard, throbbing under his gentle strokes. He rumbled with pleasure, too feral for words. The heat had made me sweat, pooling between my thighs, and he kissed his way down my chest, snarling with pleasure. His long tongue flicked the circle of my navel and he kissed the freckles over my body, the things a sign of something I never knew to check. His mouth engulfed my cock, treating me like I was worth the attention, and still the sweat pooled and my cheeks burned. He kissed lower, and I snapped my legs closed, pulling away from him.
He stared at me with a feral heat growing in his eyes. Dark, crystalline, like smoky diamonds. He studied me as I mouthed a shameful word.Sweaty.
“Doesn’t matter. You smell divine.” Marcus leaned forward once more, and I shook my head.
Sweat. There.I flinched as his brow furrowed and he caged me in with his arms, hand caressing my thighs with gentle touch to pry my legs apart.
“Sweat?” An almost-amused look passed over Marcus’s face as he halted his sensual touch. I was going to come all over my belly if he kept doing it, but I hated being sweaty when I could be clean for him. “Between your legs?”
I nodded. Of all the times to get crotch sweat. I’d never wanted sex like this before. I’d never wanted to hold my ass up for an alpha, but a glimmer in his eyes eased my worry.
“Can I feel it? If you don’t like it, we can go to the shower. I promise.” He took his time with gentle strokes along my thighs, rough hands on smooth skin. I panted, writhing in place until I gave him a sharp nod and closed my eyes.
His wandering hand slid around my bottom, fingertips caressing the wetness along my ass, fingers gently circling my hole that burned with want. His breath shuddered as he did so. “Here? This?”
Dirty,I mouthed. But he didn’t respond, and I opened an eye to watch his heated expression turn dark.
“This is not sweat.” A growl in his voice made my body want to submit, and I spread my legs, part of me enjoying the dirty sensation. “This is slick.”
I stared at him with unease.
“Have you never had this?” He toyed his fingers through the wetness, the contact slippery and sending my cock into sharp jerks.
I shook my head.
“Whisper.” Marcus leaned over and brushed his lips over my cheek then ear, tapping his fingers against my entrance. “When an omegawantsto be fucked, this happens.”
The unsaid words hung in the air.Because you’ve never wanted it before.
“It’s natural lube. Do you want to feel?” He glided his fingers against my hole and I nodded once, earning a gentle pressure against it, a single finger sliding inside so much easier than if I’d used petroleum jelly. I loved it. I breathed through the pleasure, my throat squeaking as I trembled.
I nodded encouragingly, wanting more, arching my hips up to get one little scooch more to tickle that spot within me thatonly ever so rarely felt good. He made me believe an omega could come during sex.
A second finger joined the first, and I sighed in bliss, cock jerking as a spurt of precum graced my chest. Marcus leaned down to lick it up. My vision whited out as the sting and pressure increased, my hole accepting another digit so easily.More!I mouthed the word, smacking his arm with little pats of encouragement, and he pulled his fingers free, robbing me of that bliss.
I didn’t have to wait long before he slid into me, sheathing his cock inside of me with a gentle glide, slowly sinking into my depths in a way no bobcat ever had. “A little warning, kitty. My alpha father was wolven. I may be a dragon, but I have some wolf features.”
I had a sneaking suspicion of what he was going to say. I’d heard talk. Not alotof talk, but when he leaned to whisper against my ear, “Will you take my knot?”
Yep, that did it. I clenched around his cock, and my own erupted with fat white stripes arcing over my chest. The hiss of breath I unleashed finished with a squeak of sound from my throat that had me surprised. I could rarely make a noise, no friction in those muscles, my vocal cords limp and unused.
The thought left me in an instant as Marcus drew back and in again, sawing his hips against my own to keep my pleasure suspended in midair. Again, he licked my chest clean, slow movements gaining pace as my cock rose to attention once more, barely softening before another orgasm demanded its way from me. This time, a strangled noise hitched at the end of my breath and it seemed to spur Marcus on, hips gaining speed, changing angle, stroking right into that little spot that made my entire body want to flail like a squirrel I saw on an electric fence once. I imagined that was what the critter was feeling, but I supposed it wasn’t as nice as what Marcus was doing.
He pounded into me, lifting my thighs, bracing me as coins slid and fell. Every tumble of metal and glitter in my eye made the little voice in my head so fucking proud. My mate had gold to show for me. My mate had given some of his hoard to take me. Smoke trailed my lips as a flick of flame heralded another rising sensation of pleasure.
“Gonna come. Relax.” His eyes opened, urgency plain on his strong face. His arms flexed, muscles bulged as he rutted into me and I stared down the length of my body as his abs flexed and crunched with vivid strain until his posture stuttered, he groaned out, and I threw my head back at the fat, invading flesh swelling just behind my ring. It was too much, the pressure locking me to him, my heart thundering in my chest, and I belted out a sharp breath at full strength, a siren playing in my ears as my throat clenched.
Marcus shouted over the siren and snarled, hips jerking as the wail died down, halting as cum shot up my chest in thick ropes again, splattering over my sticky skin as I relished the sensation of hot jizz swimming deep into my belly. No marking me. No using me as a toy. He locked to me and snarled, breath heaving. “Whisper…”
I met his eyes; his face morphed into soft awe as he brought his hand to my neck, thumb caressing my Adam’s apple. He stroked over it. “Kittycat. You—you cried out?”
I tilted my head, finding the gesture tiring, my heaving chest aching from strain.
