Page 14 of Omega Haunting

“You’ll have to forgive me,” Marsin said and before I could open my mouth to ask what he needed forgiveness for, he hefted me over his shoulder. “Morgi, I’m sure you have very good apples but I’m afraid I won’t be sampling them today. I’ve waited a long time for this day to come. I’ve played my part in society over and over and now it’s time for me to be a cave-dragon. I would appreciate it if you spread the word around that my mate won’t be available to work for some time and we’ll let everyone know when he is back on the job. Enjoy your apples.”

When Marsin spun around to leave, Morgi’s mouth was hanging open in shock. In school, we all had to take one form or another of Omega Studies and we were taught that everyone should ask for consent over and over. It was good in theory and between folks who weren’t true-mates it was good in practice. So most alphas around here wouldn’t dare to pull such a move so early in a relationship but Marsin wasn’t from around here. He might not have asked my consent to manhandle me but I wasn’t complaining.

Inside his inner sanctum, my wolf let out a yip and then a little howl as Marsin’s big hand found my ass and held on as he made his way back to the farm. I opened my mouth to explain how the housing situation worked but he headed straight for my side entrance. Of course he did. I was on his flight link now. Sooner or later, I needed to figure out how to use that.

“It’ll be easier after he fills us up,”my wolf said.“You’ll be glad I made you keep up with yoga in a few minutes. He’s huge. Huge and all ours.”

I blushed at my wolf’s rambles, but Marsin didn’t comment on it as he fished around my pockets for my keys. I let him pat me down a couple of times before I reached around to touch the smooth stone that protruded from the wall.

“No keys here. All by touch. I’ll have to add you on to the entrance ward soon,” I explained.

“How did that not come across the flight link?” Marsin asked, still holding onto my ass.

“Some things are protected until you’re told about them. Not even draconic magic can bypass one of our wards.”

“You have brain wards?” Marsin asked as the door swung open and he stepped inside.

“You could call them that. To be fair we toss around the word ‘ward’ like glitter at a nightclub, but other families would call them all something different. Our last name is Warden, so Mom gets a kick out of it, I think. Maybe it was my grandparents or hers. Someone got a kick out of it and our broad use of it stuck around.”

The door shut behind us and Marsin double-checked that it was locked.

“Locks automatically,” I assured him. “The only other way through this part of the house is to come from the main house. No one’s coming in here right now. Except to check that the kitchen is stocked. I know they seem nosy but they’ll leave us alone. At least, our parents forbade us to annoy our siblings when they first matingmooned down with their mates.”

“Good to know,” Marsin said and patted me on the ass.

My dick throbbed against his hard, muscular body and slickness gushed from me. Marsin’s scent changed from curious to territorial as if someone might jump out of the shadows and steal me away from him. His feet traced the familiar to me path to my bedroom and I cringed at the memory of the clothes I left on the floor.

“Life isn’t always tidy,” Marsin shrugged the shoulder I wasn’t slung over. “Don’t worry about it. I plan to make a much bigger mess than that.”

He stopped and stepped out of his dress shoes before opening the bedroom door. He pulled off my sneakers one at a time and dropped them down on the hardwood next to his own.Only the bedrooms were carpeted and we all tried to keep from wearing shoes inside them but like most folks we forgot more often than we cared to admit.

Marsin didn’t turn the light on when we entered the room, but he did make sure the door shut tight behind us. He laid me down on the bed and made quick work of shrugging off his jacket and unraveling his tie. He draped both of them over the desk before turning his attention back to me.

I reached to pull my shirt up but Marsin shook his head and I froze. I thought we were headed in the claiming vow direction, but I must’ve been wrong.

“I’m going to undress you,” he said, filling in the gap a second later. “I’m going to strip you down piece by piece and mark every inch of your body as mine, Astral. Mine and mine alone. I’m not sharing and I’m not taking any chances that anyone will ever hurt you. We didn’t go through whatever between life mess to end up with you hurt or separated again.”

His words were deep and throaty as if his dragon lent his vocal cords to his speech. I ran my hands over my chest and stomach marking a path where I wanted him to touch me. Goosebumps rose up on my flesh as Marsin crawled up onto the bed with me. He was still mostly dressed in his crumpled suit, but a sexier man had never walked through my field of vision.

When he was over me, he claimed my lips in a long, slow kiss and his tongue prodded my lips apart to conquer my mouth. I melted into the bed as every inch of me burnt for him. I needed him to taste everything I was and touch me so that all the little fires burning across my body would settle down. Holding himself up on his palms, his tongue swirled around my mouth again and again until I lost track of what he might do next. I touched his face, playing with the five o’clock shadow on his cheeks and chin. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and a new zip of longing rolled over me.

My wolf whimpered inside his inner sanctum as another gush of slick pooled around my omegahole. The man hadn’t even taken off my shirt and I was already coming undone. Was it heat? Marsin’s lips froze on mine, and he felt my forehead with a big, gentle hand.

“Not heat. Perfect,” he shook his head. “This is just us. What we waited for. What we are together.”

He kissed me again, but his lips didn’t linger on mine for long this time. They moved down to my chin, and he kissed his way down my throat until he found the collar of my t-shirt. He growled at its brazen attempt to keep his mouth off of me. He rose up on his knees and pushed my shirt up until my stomach, chest, and hard enough to cut through moonshine glass nipples were bared. His fingertips danced over my skin leaving behind a hot trail of desire everywhere he touched. I arched my back offering myself up to him, desperate for him to know I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

I raked my gaze down his broad, muscular body. My eyes caught on his crotch. His thick cock stretched out against the fabric of his suit pants. That couldn’t be comfortable. I reached out to touch him and he caught my hand and then took the other as well. He pinned them above my head with one hand and kissed me again.

“Mine,” he whispered against my lips.

“Yours,” I nodded eager for more of him.

Still holding my hands above my head, Marsin kissed up and down my throat before trailing his tongue over the same path. On my shoulder, my claiming gland was full to the brim, burning with an aching need for his claiming bite but Marsin wasn’t in any hurry to get to the destination. He let go of one of my arms and wiggled my shirt over it before catching the wrist again and giving the other side the same treatment.

“Would tying me up be easier?” I arched a brow at him when he met my gaze again. “It would keep both of your hands free.”

“I’m a hands-on sort of dragon. Maybe later on,” he shrugged and kissed me again.

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