Page 3 of The Emerald Dragon Prince
Emmerich laughed seductively. “Yes, it is mate madness,” he said, then bent down to kiss me, then nibblehis way along my neck to my shoulder. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it.”
“Yes!” I called out, partially in answer to his question and partially because he circled a hand around my cock to stroke me into a strong orgasm.
Just like that, I was a helpless, desperate omega in the throes of heat. I knew that’s what it was, even though I wasn’t due to go into heat for another month or so. My body and soul were so attuned to the complete stranger whose body covered mine that I couldn’t do anything but gasp and moan and plead for him to use me for his pleasure.
Emmerich seemed to have taken slight leave of his senses as well. His touches and kisses turned aggressive. He grasped and bit instead of stroking and teasing. And when he flipped me to my stomach and pushed my thighs far apart, I knew I was his to take as he pleased.
Take he did. With a ferocity I’d only ever dreamed about in my most erotic fantasies, he lined up and pushed into me. His cock was thick and demanding, thrusting into me with a pinch of pain that turned quickly into the most ecstatic pleasure I’d ever felt. He grabbed my hips hard as he pounded deeper and deeper into me, rearranging my insides to accommodate him.
I went limp with joy and pleasure, waves of orgasm sucking me under as my alpha mated with me. Whatever strength and leadership I felt in the rest of my life vanished as the desperate desire to submit in every way possible to the alpha who possessed me consumed me. His scent was so strong that I couldn’t imagine anything else. My body felt as if it was made for his thick cock to bury itself in.
I cried out obscenely as I felt the head of his cock pound against the tight entrance to my womb, and when hepunched straight through, his knot swelling and locking us together, I screamed with the unimaginable pleasure I felt at our joining. My womb clamped around his head, and his guttural cries echoed my screams as he pumped his seed into me.
I could feel it. I could feel the seed filling and expanding my womb. I could feel his huge body lurch forward to encompass me. I could feel his soul entwining with mine. Then I felt a sharp bite on my shoulder, and with a gasp, I lost myself entirely as the two of us became one.
For I don’t know how long, we were nothing but combined pleasure. My body was one massive orgasm of friction, of Emmerich continuing to move in me with his knot and cockhead trapped inside my eager body. It was indescribably wonderful.
I don’t know how long it was until I came back to my senses. When I did, I lay in the cool grass, Emmerich still knotted in me, both of us panting and catching our breaths. Emmerich held me so tenderly that it made me want to cry for joy.
“I…I’m not usually like this,” I said as soon as I could speak.
“Not usually beautiful and sensual and perfect?” Emmerich asked. I could feel him teasing me, not just hear it in the sound of his voice.
I twisted to look at him over my shoulder. “I don’t usually let strange alphas fuck me in a meadow,” I said. I wanted to be serious, but I was just too overjoyed not to smile.
Emmerich chuckled. “I know, my darling,” he said. “It’s because we’re fated mates.”
Fated mates. The idea was wonderful.
And it immediately made me feel guilty.
“You should know that I wasn’t a virgin,” I said, burning with shame. “My father has given several of my heats away to his nobles over the years.”
I felt a blast of fury from Emmerich, but it wasn’t directed at me.
The fact that I could feel his emotions was alarming.
“I wasn’t a virgin either,” he answered. I sensed he was trying to calm himself by confessing about his own life. “I’m hundreds of years old and have had several lovers in those years. One or two were serious.”
I felt a strange sense of upset and embarrassment from him as he said that, like he’d had a relationship that had gone terribly wrong, and he was ashamed of it.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said softly. His knot had gone down and my body pushed him out, so I twisted in order to lay in his arms facing him. “I don’t care what came before, only that we’re together?—”
I stopped. My body felt strange. The heat that had come over me so suddenly was over just as quickly. Omega heats usually lasted three days. The only way they ended early was if the omega conceived.
I gasped and scrambled away, sitting up and pressing a hand to my belly. Something was there. It wasn’t a pregnancy like I knew, but something new and alive was inside me.
“It’s alright,” Emmerich said, sitting with me. “You’re a dragon’s fated mate. Not only does that mean you’ll go into heat the moment we meet, which you did, it means you’ll conceive an egg from our first mating.”
Mouth open in shock, I looked up at him. “An egg?” I asked, my voice a high squeak that wasn’t at all like me. I shook my head and closed my mouth, then said, “I cannotbe pregnant. My father would kill me. He would literally kill me.”
Emmerich’s look of amused delight dropped to a concerned frown. “I should have thought of that,” he said, talking mostly to himself.
He frowned at my belly and rubbed the bottom half of his face for a moment. I could feel him working through the problem we’d created.
I could feel him.
“We’ve bonded!” I shouted, eyes going wide.
