Page 19 of Omega Haunting

“All the way in isn’t a requirement for sex or lovemaking,” Marsin chuckled, and kissed my forehead. “It’s more of a take as much as you like situation.”

“Aren’t you polite?” I teased him but laughing made him feel that much bigger inside me.

He held the leg I’d tossed over him firm to his hip and rolled onto his back, taking me with him while still keeping his dick inside me. He held up my weight until I found my balance, straddling him. The new position gave me a lot more controlover just how much of him slid inside me. His hands slid to my hips, and he met my gaze. I blushed when I realized he was waiting for me to do something.

“Too much?” he asked.

“Ummm… No,” I shook my head. “A bit overwhelmed.”

“Do you need a minute?” he asked, rubbing circles on my hips with his thumbs.

“I’m okay,” I laughed – another bout of remembering how big the cock currently inside me was.

“I don’t mind doing the work but figured you might like to ride the first time to figure out how much of it you want,” Marsin smirked at me. “I know I sound cocky right now. I know. I know. My dragon is--- I mean it sincerely though.”

“Is it hard to think while I’m on your dick?” I asked, leaning forward and resting my hands on his chest. My pinky brushed against the edge of his baby blue star-shaped scale.

“Yeah. Around you in general,” he said.

“Good. I don’t want to be the only one losing brain cells every time we’re together,” I laughed and rolled my hips, catching him off guard. A deep, throaty moan escaped him, and he squeezed my hips. I might not have been able to take all of him yet, but I didn’t need to in order to drive him as crazy as he made me feel, it seemed.

It didn’t take Marsin and I long to find our rhythm. I worked myself over him again and again, savoring how he moved inside my body, brushing against all my nerve endings and slipping and sliding on how slick I was. My fingertips dug into his chest the faster I went. His heels dug into the bed, sending his cock upwards and a little bit further into me with every few thrusts. He followed my lead, slowing down when I did and pushing onward when my movements grew frantic.

Sweat dripped into my eyes and Marsin wiped it away. I paused to breathe and get my bearings, but Marsin pulled medown against him for a kiss. I squeaked into his mouth at the sudden change of position. He pulled away and shifted his weight until his mouth found my claiming gland.

“Yes!” Riding on his dick had almost made me forget about the claiming vows. We weren’t on a time limit, but I didn’t want to be the only one whose thoughts spilled over into someone else’s head. He licked around its edges and the clear magical fluid under the taut skin sloshed around.

“I promise to always keep you safe and always do my best to keep you happy,” Marsin whispered against my skin.

My wolf whimpered inside his inner sanctum. This moment was just as big, if not bigger for him. The clear magical fluid inside our claiming glands held just enough of our current life memories so that being obsessed with each other wouldn’t make us feel totally bonkers. The exchange of bites also meant our inner beasts were able to mingle their inner sanctums together any time they wanted. It was one part sex and two parts magic. Two bites unlocked so much of the past and paved a way for the future in our current lives.

Marsin kissed my claiming gland one more time for good measure and then he bit me. A searing pain encircled my shoulder as the clear magical fluid erupted from my claiming gland into his mouth.

“Fuck!” I hissed as the pain faded.

His tongue drew tiny circles over my flesh, lapping up every last drop of the fluid from the claiming vows. For a second I wondered what they showed him but my past wasn’t that complicated. There weren’t any skeletons buried in my backyard. Maybe in my parents’ but not in mine. A few secret magical recipes maybe.

“Did I bite you too hard?” Marsin asked as soon as the clear magical fluid ran dry.

“I wasn’t expecting it to hurt so much,” I laughed. “It’s better now but for a second it was as if you were really trying to eat me.”

“My dragon got a bit carried away but I couldn’t stop and apologize because everything was already coming out of it and---” I kissed Marsin to stop his rambling. I was fine. A little bit of love pain never killed anyone. So what if my claiming bite that sat on my shoulder forever was a bit bigger or more pronounced than everyone else’s? I was mated to a dragon, after all.

I rolled my hips reveling in contrasting pain and pleasure. My shoulder ached in the best way and his dick brushing against all my happy spots. The look in his eyes told me he was close, but I wasn’t ready for him to go yet. So, I leaned in close again, resting my weight against him and licked one of his nipples, redirecting his attention away from his dick throbbing inside of me.

I licked up his chest to his collarbone and then over to his claiming gland on his shoulder. I licked it, too. I kissed around its edges and over the taut skin. It jiggled under my tongue. My wolf wagged his tail as he lent me his canine tooth. He was impatient but not as much as the dragon who lived inside my mate. I bit down softly at first, and then harder to break through the taut skin. Marsin hissed and squeezed my ass as if trying to pass the sensation onto me. I kept my mouth open over his punctured claiming gland. His memories flooded into my mind’s eye on a purple haze. Everything was a shade of purple as if someone let a small child play with the saturation on a television set. So much of his life seemed to be traveling from one place to another – walking or flying and a lot of working on computers – designing program after program and improving older ones that his flight used. And magic too. He and his brother seemed to almost invent their own form of it every time they needed something done. Marsin ran a lot of simulations onhis computer, estimating and predicting how the results of their magic might turn out, but it was magic, nonetheless.

“Magic and science are lovers,” Marsin said again, this time through gritted teeth as I lapped at his shoulder while my hips still rolled over his dick.

“We are,” I teased.

“Okay, magic,” he said and squeezed my ass as the last of the clear magical fluid from his claiming gland slid down my throat.

I pushed myself upright, mentally feeling out the new link that was opened between Marsin and me. He let out a long, slow breath as if he too were now enraptured in the magic flowing between us. His pleasure wrapped around me, doubling my own, and making my movements and his almost frantic. He held tight to my ass, helping me ride him, as his heels dug into the bed so that he thrust up to meet me. Everything inside both of us drew up tight. I was close. So fucking close. We were close.

We.

I never liked that word so much until it meant Marsin and me. Now ‘we’ was my second favorite new word. The first was his name of course.

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