Page 100 of Beneath Scales and Shadows
Sora swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how responsive her body had become to even the suggestion of mating. “The Chase,” she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes. “I didn’t know dragon courtship rituals were… so elaborate.”
His tail moved then, sliding across the silken sheets to press between her thighs. The smooth scales provided exquisite pressure against her aching core, and she couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped her lips.
“We’re creatures of passion and pride,” he rumbled, his eyes darkening as he watched her instinctively rock against his tail. “Though I fear I’ve deprived you of a proper Chase. The circumstances of our meeting weren’t ideal for traditional courtship.”
“I don’t feel deprived,” she gasped, gripping the book tighter as pleasure sparked through her. “You—you’ve given me everything I need. And more.”
His tail pressed more firmly against her, the tip curling to create the perfect pressure. “Have I? Perhaps we should make up for it.” There was a playfulness in his tone she hadn’t heard before, a lightness beneath the desire. “Once your heat has passed, I could give you a Chase worthy of my queen.”
The image flared in her mind—that first dream they’d shared. She was running through the thick woods, moonlight spilling through the branches as he chased her from above, ruby scales glinting against the stars, hunting her with a single-minded drive—to claim her.
Her heart raced at the thought, excitement mingling with arousal.
“Would you like that, my treasure?” he purred, leaning closer until his breath warmed her ear. “To make me work for what I’ve already claimed? To pretend, just for a day, that you might choose another?”
“Ignis,” she moaned, unable to formulate more as his tail moved against her with deliberate purpose. The pages slipped from her grasp, forgotten, as she gave in to the delicious pull of sensation.
He gripped her waist with his scaled hands, lifting her effortlessly until she straddled his tail, her robe falling open to reveal silver-scaled skin flushed with need. “Read more,” he commanded gently, guiding her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm against the smooth surface of his tail. “Tell me what else the book says about our kind and what’s to come.”
With trembling hands, she returned to the tome, finding her place with difficulty as pleasure built low in her belly. The words swam before her eyes, but she forced herself to focus, to give him what he asked.
“After—after the Chase,” she stammered, “when the omega finally allows themself to be caught, they—oh—” She broke off as his tail shifted beneath her, finding a particularly sensitive spot.
“Go on,” he urged, his voice thick with arousal as he watched her move against him. “What happens next.”
“They engage in a ritual of submission and dominance,” she continued, her voice breathy and strained. “The alpha pins the omega beneath them, demonstrating their strength, while the omega tests the alpha’s restraint by—by offering temptation.” Her hips moved faster, chasing the building pressure as heat built anew within her.
Ignis growled, the sound vibrating through his tail and into her core. He tightened her on her waist, guiding her movements more firmly. “And what happens then, my little Luna?”
“The alpha—” She gasped as a particularly delicious wave of pleasure crashed through her. “The alpha marks the omega, binding them together with flame and blood. It’s said that the—the Moon Goddess herself blesses such unions, creating a—a bond nothing can break.”
“Nothing,” he agreed, his eyes burning with possessive hunger. “Not distance, not magic until she reclaims our souls once more.”
Her movements grew erratic as she approached the edge, the book forgotten once more as she clutched at his arms for support. “Ignis, please—”
“Let go,” he commanded, his voice a mix of tenderness and authority that brooked no argument. “Come for me. Show me how much you need me.”
The fire inside her blazed higher, leaving only the sensation of his tail and her need for him. He held her steady, and his heated gaze devoured every tremor of pleasure that crossed her face. With a cry of his name, she shattered, her body convulsing as ecstasy washed through her in relentless waves.
He caught her as she slumped forward, cradling her against his chest as aftershocks rippled through her.
“My perfect mate,” he murmured against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “My queen.”
Opening her eyes, she caught the glowstone’s light casting restless shadows across her bare arms, where new silver scales shimmered like starlight. For a moment, she wondered if it was the heat playing tricks on her, driving her delirious with want.
Her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, a golden veil framing the flush on her cheeks as she glanced back at the male who had ignited the omega heat thrumming through her veins—an ache so deep it threatened to undo her.
Ignis sat behind her, his dragoon form a mesmerizing blend of man and beast—ruby scales rippling over muscle, black horns curling back from his brow, dark wings folded loosely against his back. His crimson eyes burned with a hunger that made the air too thick, too warm. His tail shifted beneath her in a slow, deliberate ripple, and she gasped, still raw and sensitive, as ruby scales brushed firmly against her aching folds.
His scent—smoke, starlight and stone, wild and ancient—curled around her, tugging at her core, making her thighs press together instinctively. He leaned closer, his presence a heat that pressed against her back.
“Continue, Sora,” he rumbled, his voice a velvet growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. He gestured to the tome with a clawed hand, the motion deliberate, commanding. “Tell me what it says about that sweet omega body of yours and how it will fit mine.”
Her breath caught, a flush creeping up her neck. The words felt intimate, yet his alpha dominance tugged at something primal within her, urging her to obey. She shifted on her knees, frowning as he slowly removed his tail from beneath her, and leaned forward, bracing her hands against the open pages. The position arched her back, her robe riding up to reveal the silver scales glinting along her bare thighs.
“It says…” Her voice quivered, soft and shaky. “An omega’s body adapts… glands within her core secrete a slick… a magical essence…”
Ignis’s shadow fell over her, his presence a tangible force behind her. His clawed hand slid up her thigh, brushing the sensitive scales with a teasing sting, and she gasped, her words faltering as his fingers found the soaked heat between her legs.
