"Hey," he soothed, "you never have to fear me." His eyes were wide, and from the way he scented the air, he could smell the terror coming off of me. I couldn’t hide it if I tried. "We knew you weren't just a witch, and it’s not like saying that name gives away what you truly are. Your secrets are still safe, omega."
"Don't lie to me," I bit out, angry now, though more at myself than him. There was something in his demeanor that hinted he was trying to spare my feelings, and his reassurances felt hollow. Witches weren’t the only ones who could detect a lie. Dragons were smart, not to mention a little bit intuitive, and those clenched fists were speaking more loudly than his white lie.
I climbed off the bed, Nikolaus following me as I stalked across the room. Before I could slam the bathroom door behind me, desperate to be alone with my thoughts, he stopped it. He didn't flinch when I slammed the door against his open palm, and his eyes were full of fire.
"You want the truth?" he challenged, backing me into the wall. My body instinctively reacted to the proximity, and I was relieved to feel my terror fall away, replaced by lust. For now, I wanted to lose myself in him, forget the dream, so I made the next move.
He let out a startled noise as I lunged at him, but his hands caught me easily, scooping me from the floor as he returned the kiss. I wrapped my hands around his waist as he moved us, stopping at the table and setting me down on the edge. He kissed me like he was desperate to taste me, a mix of small nibbles and claiming kisses, his hand fisted in my unruly sleep-mussed hair. I whimpered as slick flooded my pussy, my body desperate to be claimed by this alpha who saw right through my walls. The fact that he knew I was hiding something was honestly a relief, but that was a problem for future Farren. Right now, in this moment, I wanted to rely on someone else for a change, to give my worries to someone else. Nikolaus unflinchingly took those burdens and shouldered them, reading me like an open book and giving me everything I couldn't tell him I needed.
Moving from my mouth, he left a trail of kisses and grazes of his teeth down my neck. Goosebumps erupted on my body as I let my head fall back, already losing myself in him. My scent was still muted thanks to my amulet, but our scents were mixing in the air, twisted with the thick haze of lust emanating from both of us. It was intoxicating, fueling our desire to the point I felt almost feral.
"Gods, you’re beautiful," he breathed out as he pulled the oversized tee shirt over my head, leaving me in only my lace boy shorts. "So soft, and these curves... I'm going to claim every fucking inch of you, omega." He groaned like it was all too much to take. My cheeks flamed at his words. I’d never heard anything quite so bold, but I was now a fan of dirty talk. Slick soaked my panties, and we hadn’t even truly started.
His hand slowly moved from my neck and trailed down the valley of my breasts before cupping them both in his hands, kneading the soft flesh before leaning down and sucking my nipple into his mouth. He wasn't gentle, sucking hard to send a jolt of pleasure and pain through me. At this point, I could feel my slick running down my thighs, the lace useless to stop it. He drank in my scent as he pulled away with a groan, gently pushing me to lie back against the table. I gasped when my back hit the cool wood of the tabletop, and he took that as his opportunity to tear off my boy shorts and spread my thighs. He licked a stripe over my needy pussy, sighing happily at the taste of my slick on his tongue. The way he praised me for simply existing, treating me like I was the only woman on earth who could be this perfect, did things to me.
That first single lick was the only slow moment. After he savored me, he lunged forward, sucking hard on my clit while his fingers plunged into my core. He fingerfucked me as he ate me out, giving me all he had. My first orgasm hit me hard and unexpectedly, my fingers curling into his hair to mess up that perfect look of his. He didn't mind, letting out a rumbling purr that had my pussy clenching around him again. As he led me through two more orgasms, he tasted every fucking inch of my pussy, sucking and licking until I couldn't hold on to a single thought. The mix of vanilla held a smokey, musky edge that I would commit to memory. It was too fucking amazing to forget.
When I came again, he finally moved away, roughly pulling me to the edge of the table before freeing himself from his own clothes and slamming into me. He washuge, his dick stretching me deliciously. If not for the copious amounts of slick, it might have been painful, but for me it was pure fucking bliss.
He didn't give me long to adjust before he slammed into me. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. His knot was already swelling, hitting just the right spot to send jolts of pleasure through me. Even though he held me down, my legs were shaking. There was so much, too much, hitting me all at once.
"Fuck, Farren. You feel so fucking amazing. Tight and hot and made just for me," he groaned, thrusts slamming into me after each word. He was raspy and breathless with lust, but he fucked me relentlessly. My eyes stayed on his, my mouth open as I gasped for air.
He smirked down at me as the knot swelled, the pain of the stretch making me whimper. He slowed his movement, gently inching his knot deeper with every thrust. My eyes rolled back in my head, the fullness an exquisite bite of pain and blissful pleasure that I’d never experienced on this level.
His knot was fully swollen now, holding us locked together as he spilled into me. He let go of one thigh to tease over my clit, forcing me to come again. He leaned over, pinning me to the table, and the new position allowed him to shove his knot deeper into me. As my pussy clenched around him, he filled me with his seed, whispering sweet words as his hand rested on my cheek. It was more intimate of a moment than I'd expected, and it nearly choked me up with tears. I'd never felt more beautiful, more perfect, more cared for in my life.
“Nikolaus,” I breathed out, unsure how to deal with all of this.
“Niko,” he corrected gently. I smiled, loving that little step forward between us. It shouldn’t have felt just as intimate as the sex, but it somehow did. I was more than just touch-starved. I was deprived of all the romantic nuances that came with having a partner who planned to stick around, unused to how one treated a person they might one day come to care about.
Before I realized it, a low, gentle purr started to emanate from me. Before these men, my mates, I'd never had a reason to use it, but they brought it out of me like it was second nature... as it should be. Omegas purred when happy or content, and I was both in this moment.
Niko smiled down at me, his rumbling alpha purr joining mine as he gently lifted me off the table with him, the knot keeping us connected. Somehow, he managed to shift us to the bed, lying facing each other, my legs still wrapped around him. He gently rocked his hips as he smoothed a hand over my hair, both of us content and happy in our little bubble.
Now that I was one satisfied omega, I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate that he'd known I was hiding something big, but he didn't care. He treated me with just as much reverence and care as the alphas in fairy tales, and right then, I decided to take the plunge and fully trust them.
"I'm a dragon." The words tumbled out before I'd even finished my thought. He laughed, the sound surprised, but there was also a hint of amusement.
"Of course you are," he said, kissing me again. "Thank you for trusting me with that. I'll keep you safe, Farren."
Those words. Man, those words hit me like a fucking bullet to the chest. It wasn't pain that followed, though. It was an earth-shattering sense of rightness. This moment was exactly what I'd fought so hard to survive for, why I'd kept myself hidden and learned to rely on myself. So I could live long enough to find the men who would teach me that there was more to life than living in fear.
"Will you tell the others?" he asked curiously. I thought on it a moment, but it was hard to focus with him continuing to fuck me. Every gentle push and pull threatened to make my breath hitch, and it was becoming harder to grasp the rational thoughts that I swore I was trying to make. He chuckled to himself, knowing damn well what he was doing. "Don't worry, we have time to answer that question. I intend to claim you several more times before sunrise, my sweet omega."
The only response I had was to moan, and his mouth latched on to the swell of my breast, leaving a mark for his brothers to see. Now that I’d tasted one of them, I wanted them all.
I wanted to fully embrace and claim them for myself, to finally be selfish for once in my life.
'About time.'
13
Avi
The fact that Niko didn’t come back to our room last night was a good sign. Or at least I was taking it as such. I knew we had to take all of this at her pace, but it was a much-needed step forward with our omega. Mating was such a delicate balance, and with two alphas and two omegas in the mix, my job as beta was definitely a bit harder. Kane was as volatile as his magic, though his harsh, swift anger was generally justified. Despite the teasing Farren had done, he was more controlled than he seemed. Niko was the calm and calculated eye of the storm. He was the protector that kept us safe and planned strategically, a less intense version of an alpha, though just as strong.
Farren also wasn’t your typical omega. Even before Levi had mentioned that his dragon soul, Cadmus, didn’t think she was a witch, I could sense something was different. Or at least I could once that thought was in my head. She had more power than the average witch should have, and there was something just so strong about her aura. Yet for someone with as much power as I could detect within her, sheneverused it. Seeing the evidence of her self-defense marked in the lobby floor, I now understood at least one reason why. She might have a lot of raw power, but I wasn’t 100% certain of how fine-tuned her control was.