Page 97 of The Forbidden Dragon King
So, this is what kissing feels like.
It feels better,so much fucking better, than it looks.
I melt against Aurelius, as his claws tear my tunic apart and his wings tighten around my back.
The dragon king’s lips burn like flames. When they part, and his tongue licks into my open mouth, I moan.
I understand now.
Finally.
An enemy can still be my Alpha. Pack.Mate.
Despite being an Omega, I can still rescue my damsel Alpha.
And even if we’rebothvillains, I can still indulge in this moment, the sensual press of the King’s cruel mouth, soft in his moment of need, and the sharp graze of his claws around my bare breasts.
I purr, and the sound vibrates through the kiss.
Aurelius groans, kissing me harder. He bites my lower lip, and I retaliate eagerly, drawing blood.
Our sparking gazes meet.
Aurelius is panting as he draws back. “You’d bite your King, pet?”
“I did warn you. I’m a wild wolf. I’m always going to bite you. Didn’t you believe me, Your Majesty?”
I bite his lower lip again, harder. Then I lick over thebeading blood to soothe it, as he rumbles in his throat with pleasure.
“The Shadow Gods made us for each other.” Aurelius is looking at me with a reverence that floors me. “And if they didn’t, then it was the Shadow Devils who did. Our bond is…”
He snaps shut his mouth, glancing away.
I reach up to grip his chin and force him to face me again. “What is it?”
“Rare. Special.World ending.”
My breath hitches. “What a pickup line.”
“It’s the truth.”
“It sounds like the reason you’ve been barely looking at me, locking a cold mask over your face, as if your uncle already has you encased in enchanted metal. Are you going to let him win? I don’t believe that you’re evil.”
He gives a hollow laugh. “You don’t know what I am.”
“You’re my Alpha.” I kiss Aurelius again, desperate for him to voice it. “You said yourself that this bond is rare. So, fuck everyone else. In certain cases within the Fang Kingdom, an Omega will have multiple Alphas. Why not be part of my pack with Daire?”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Rude.”
When Aurelius pulls back from me, folding his wings behind himself and staggering to lean against the desk, I’m instantly cold.
Missing his heat, I stumble up as well. My torn tunic hangs off my shoulders.
“Whatever you’re scared will happen,” I say, quietly, “Ibelieve that you’re strong enough to battle against it. Fuck destiny and prophecy. I’ve never laid down and accepted mine, or I’d have died in the Orm Massacre as a baby. I’d have accepted my role as a worthless servant in the Moon Court. I’d have submitted to being torn apart in the Mate Hunt.”
“I can’t imagine you submitting to anything.”
