“I guess so.” I started to laugh. “I never spent that much for anything. So yes, I’d do anything for you and not just because you’re in heat.”
He snuggled closer, his knee bumping my thigh. I wasn’t one who cuddled much. Not until now. Now, I wanted to keep holding him, keep him in place. Claim him again.
“I want to make you mine.”
“I’m already yours,” he murmured. “You own me.”
“I don’t mean it like that.” This was easy, speaking to him with my heart. Easy but strange. I’d had difficulty admitting to any emotion for so long. Especially out loud.
It’s easy because he is our mate.
Usually, Malinekan left me alone for private things like having sex. If he felt anything during it, he didn’t say. He didn’t intrude. It was a huge statement to make.Our mate.That part hadn’t been discussed.
“Cassius, I meant I want to make you mine as… as my mate.” My voice broke on the last word. What if he freaked out and said no? What if he grew terrified again?
He lifted his head until his lips were only an inch from mine. “You’ve never talked like that.”
“I know.” I pressed my forehead to his.
“But I can’t have kids.”
“You don’t know that. Besides, I never said anything about kids, did I?”
His forehead creased. “That’s what omegas are for. To be bred.”
“That’s a limited life view.”
“It’s what we’re taught from day one. All of us, not just sets.”
Out of the blue, Malinekan began to speak.Ardent belief systems become thoughtless ritual over time. People have confused notions. Dragons have long memories passed on through our telepathic connections. Once, when dragon omegas were prevalent, we believed in mutual equity. No one was better than any other. When omegas became scarce, they were looked at as more valuable which tempts a commodity and asset-oriented society to want to exploit them. Dragons have failed to steer their human counterparts, as have other shifter beasts. We are all at fault.
I shook my head. Malinekan was giving me a speech, talking too fast for me to keep up. I translated in way too much simplicity for his tastes. “Malinekan disagrees. You are not only meant for breeding.”
“I know myths,” he said softly. “The strong will always conquer the weak.”
“Not always” I replied. It felt more as if Cassius who had conquered me. I didn’t completely understand myself. But lying here with him I felt sliced open, exposed, pouring out my heart’s blood for him to see.
He rested his head on me until I thought he was asleep. But soon his body began to shiver. He moaned, trying to turn onto his stomach.
“It hurts now.” He hid his face in the bedspread.
“Where?”
He lifted his hips. “Touch me. Please.”
I ran my hand over the curve of his pretty ass.
“Yes.” He hissed. “More.”
My fingers delved into the crevice, coming away soaked. He pushed his knees under his chest and offered himself.
My cock twitched. My fingers brushed his wet hole. He hollered for more. I wanted him again but continued to explore with my hand. My forefinger dipped inside his gaped hole. As faras I could reach, I massaged the internal walls. Then I added a second finger, creating a doubled massage, applying a little more pressure. Under my ministrations I felt his channel convulse and pulsate. It sucked my fingers in the way it had milked me. I felt my cock spurt a little at the memory of that sensation. As I stroked him inside, his breathing grew deep.
“That helps. It doesn’t hurt. It’s better. The cramping is awful but your fingers make it stop.”
“Do you need more?”
“Yes, please.”
