Page 16 of Omega Haunting

“Things might stretch out that long. Why shouldn’t we take our time and enjoy each other?” he asked, not glancing up at me. His tongue teased over my scrotum again and I let out a long, slow breath as my brain processed the pleasure, trying to parse out each little sensation. They all tangled up together in a ball of ‘feels good’ that left me unable to speak for a second.

Marsin lifted his head and met my gaze as if he knew there was something I wanted to say.

“That’s easy for the man who isn’t tied up to say,” I spat out the words before his naughty tongue stole my ability to speak again.

“We can switch it up later. You’ll find that most Starscales aren’t prudes. I just decided to go first. I mean, I did carry you all the way back here,” he grinned. “My dragon was insistentupon it. Me too. You need to smell like me. You need to smell so much like me that when the world looks at you they know we’re a packaged deal – in love, in war, in everything the stars might toss our way. No one else can have you. I won’t give you up.”

“I guess dragons are as territorial as I’ve heard,” I chuckled.

“You don’t seem to mind,” he pointed out and kissed my inner thigh again and made his way down my ass cheek kissing and licking. “You’re so slick. So very fucking slick.”

I blushed. His mouth moving over me had left me slicker than I’d ever been before. I was a never ending tap of slick. It ran down my flesh onto the bedding but Marsin, true to his word, didn’t seem to mind the mess.

“It’s not a mess,” he shrugged. “It’s the proof of how much you’re enjoying yourself.” he said licking around my needy omegahole. I swallowed a howl and glanced at the door.

“Will someone hear us and take offense?” Marsin froze.

“Not take offense but….” I glanced at the door again.

“Is someone in the corridor?” he asked.

“Can you press the blue stone by the light switch, please? It’ll put up the sound shields. I don’t think I can keep quiet if you keep licking me.”

“And I plan to keep licking you for a long time,” he nodded before sliding off the bed and pressing the blue stone for me. Then he was back between my legs, lapping at the slickness escaping my body. He pressed his nimble tongue flat against my hole, licking it. If his hands weren’t holding my legs up, they’d have wrapped tight around his neck. We’d see about who was never letting go of who.

A second later, Marsin let go of my legs and when I didn’t move them, he did it for me. One then the other wrapped around him as his big hands cradled my ass. His tongue probed into me, teasing my nerve endings and making me grind down against his face. My dick throbbed and my balls grew heavy. I rocked myhips, thighs tightening around him as one of his hands let go of my ass and wrapped around my dick. He held me tight in his big fist as his tongue continued to lap up my slickness, torturing me in the best possible way.

His face pressed against my flesh as his tongue went wild over my hole. My wrists pulled against the tie but whatever material it was made of wasn’t giving up. I couldn’t touch him. I couldn’t run my fingers through his thick hair or push his face harder against my body. Still, I came with his fist squeezing me hard as if he meant to milk out every last drop of pleasure from my body. I came in warm sticky streams covering my chest and belly. As soon as my dick had finished emptying its pleasure his mouth was on my torso cleaning up the mess before he kissed me with the taste of my semen still on his tongue. Raising my arms, I extended them to wrap the loop they created around him. Now, he was captured too as our tongues danced together between our mouths. His suit hadn’t only seen better days. I was pretty sure it was done for unless the dry cleaner a couple blocks over knew some magic spell to take out everything it must’ve soaked up during our foreplay.

“Don’t worry about the suit. I don’t like it. Don’t like them in general but wanted to go to the wedding,” he said in between kisses.

Marsin snaked out of my grasp, escaping the loop my tied together hands created. He stripped out of the suit and the rest of his clothes until he was as naked as I was.

“Hands okay? Still have circulation?” he leaned over and felt along my fingers and palms to ensure they were the proper temperature as I nodded. “Good. Shower time.” He lifted me up over his shoulder again and carried me into the bathroom.

He turned on the water before my feet ever touched the floor. I glanced from my tied-up hands and back to him. I wasn’t going to be any help unless he let me go.

“Not yet,” he shook his head. “What’s your stoplight?”

“A curious green,” I laughed. “I hope this tie is okay to get wet.”

“It’s dragon made. It’ll be fine. I could go swimming in that thing,” he said, sticking a hand under the water to test its temperature.

“So you’re gonna bathe me?” I arched a brow.

“Youaremine,” he shrugged.

When the water was warm enough for Marsin’s liking, he held onto me as I stepped into the shower. It wasn’t like I walked around with my hands outreached for balance all the time but having them tied together set off the nagging, intrusive thought of what if I fell in the shower.

“I have you,” he said. “Still, you can sit if you want. Your shower looks like it was built for or by dragons.”

“What can I say? Business booms and I don’t want to clean up in a coffin. Also, it needed room for the bench and the fur scrubbers,” I nodded to the roller brushes along the lower walls. “Fur salons may have caught on in bigger cities but here, not so much. I think there’s one in the next town over, but I wouldn’t be caught dead there. I’d never hear the end of my joining the bougie wolves.”

“It’s bougie to be styled?” Marsin asked, surveying the shower.

“Too styled and you’re bougie,” I shrugged. “It’s Appalachia get used to it.”

Once he located my loofah and peach-scented bodywash Marsin washed me methodically, cleaning me gently. I relaxed into his touch, following his big fingers with my gaze. He drew tiny, soapy circles across my flesh cleaning me up bit by bit. Then I got the show of him washing himself. I couldn’t not follow his hands as they dragged the soap across his body. I wanted to rinse him and follow those once soapy spirals with my tongue.

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