Page 11 of Alpha Dragon's Wings of Love

I could barely speak. “Yes. Please. I want it so bad.”

He pulled them down slowly, exposing me to the cool air of the room—and to his gaze, warm and hungry and full of something that felt deeper than lust. Could it be love? So soon?

And then his mouth was on me, and I lost complete track of my train of thought. All there was left in my world was Nolan, his mouth, and my cock.

Warm. Wet. Gentle at first, he took me into his mouth. He went deeper, slower, as if savoring every second, every reaction. His hand steadied my hip, keeping me still as I gasped and groaned. The fire inside me didn’t burn; it simmered, intense and consuming, but in the best way.

“Nolan—” I begged.

He hummed around me, and the vibration sent a shiver straight through my spine. It was a miracle I hadn’t come already.

No one had ever touched me like this. Not just the physical part but with such care, like I was precious. Like I was his. I’d always been an outcast and here I was the treasure. I wasn’t sure how to handle that.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, not guiding him, just longing to touch him.

It didn’t take long. I was already on edge from the heat, from the bond we experienced when we shifted together, from his touch and scent, from Nolan being Nolan.

I came with a gasp, hips bucking, a whimper leaving my throat before I could stop it.

He stayed with me through it all, swallowing every drop, not pulling away until I was completely spent, gently cleaning me with his mouth, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh.

By the time he climbed back up to join me under the blankets, I was shaking, not from cold but from aftershocks and the feeling of unconditional acceptance, something I never thought I’d feel.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, and I melted into him, boneless and warm and safe.

“You okay?” he whispered.

I nodded, my cheek pressed to his chest.

“I’ve never been better.”

Chapter Nine

Nolan

“Can I take a shower?”

I rolled over and looked at Casey who lay beside me in the loft. We’d taken a short nap, but his eyes burned. “Of course.” I sat up and held out a hand to him. “Are you feeling okay?”

“No. I’m hot.”

I touched his forehead, and it was burning up. “You sure are.”

“I thought that…what you did might help.”

“It did, didn’t it? It just didn’t last. So, we need to do what I said originally. Time for a cool shower for you.”

“Okay.” He agreed so quickly, I was instantly suspicious. “After you fuck my brains out.”

“Casey!” I snapped. “I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re not in a space to make decisions. You go take a cool shower and I’ll fix you a snack.”

“Then you fuck my brains out.” Those were not the words I wanted to hear my omega using to describe our mating and marking. “Okay?”

“Then we’ll talk about it.” I turned him toward the staircase and gave him a swat on the ass to get him going. It got him going all right. He faced me again, his cock jutting out in front of him. “No…shower.”

He appeared to be considering digging in his heels, but then nodded and trotted off down the stairs in the direction of the bathroom off the living room. One thing I had not added up in the loft was a bathroom, but maybe I should replace the sitting room with one? If my mate liked the idea, I would do that.

For now, he would have to shower downstairs. I followed him down and went into the kitchen to make us something to eat. Digging through the cabinets, I found some canned soup and salty crackers. With nobody here but me, and most of my produce from the previous summer already used up, I needed to shop in town more, something my mate had made possible. The instant we lifted off to rescue him from the side of the river, that intense feeling of wanting to flame everything had died back to nothing.

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