by TJ Cross
The food arrived less than ten minutes later, even though the whole restaurant was still pretty busy. "Crazy fast," I nodded to Everett, ready to dig in to my steaming dish of noodles, full of chilis inside that gave even the smell of it a spicy aroma. "That's how they do it back in the country, apparently."
"This is the second best smell I've enjoyed in a long time," Everett said, immediately dishing out the chunks of the rich, creamy dark meat braised in coconut milk onto his plate. He took one bite and was already calling its praises. "Fuck, that's good."
I grinned. This was my favorite restaurant and I often came here alone with a book or just my laptop. Simone and I were friends for a long time, and I suppose at some point I would be overdue to tell her about my current status -- magical dragon baby and all!
Wolfing down my noodles with the twist of my fork, blowing on my oily spoon as I contained the high heat level of my meal, I looked up to Everett and said, "I'm really glad to spend some real, quality time with you."
"Likewise, Finn," he said.
With sweat dripping from my brow from the spiciness of the meal as opposed to any nervousness, I decided now was as good a time as any to ask him a serious question. "Do you see us getting into a relationship? A real, meaningful one?"
He was careful enough not to immediately respond, chewing instead before saying something. "The human kind or the dragon kind?"
"Is there a difference?"
"Humans like to date, humans like to be boyfriend-girlfriend... boyfriend-boyfriend in our case, naturally... humans like to get married. We dragons adapt to the whims and practices of humans, but if you were to ask me about a relationship, dragons work on a different dynamic," he explained, setting down his spoon.
"Tell me about what dynamic a dragon relationship works with, then," I murmured, fascinated.
He nodded. "We don't have terms as shallow as boyfriend, or even husband... Let alone something so drab and dull as partner. When dragons pair together they are mates, nothing less than that. Sex to us is deeply spiritual, as well as procreational... I know that humans often treat sex as something that's defined by morals and religion but we dragons have a different view. Sex is fun, and mating is the most fun of all."
"I'd concur with that. After all, I'm going to have to add here that you and I are pretty familiar with the whole mating thing," I grinned.
"Not by intent," he murmured.
"What do you mean?"
"An alpha and omega, paired together as mates, perform sex on a truly greater level. Everything is bonded, everything is united... it would absolutely blow your mind. Even to call it just sex would be to give it discredit. When we mate, Finn, we fuck. It's fierce, and it's real," Everett said seriously, growling from lust as he watched my reaction.
I echoed his lust instantly. "That's what I want."
Alpha, omega...
"That's also what I want," Everett nodded.
I glanced down to my meal, and then to Simone, who was standing by the wall, glancing at all the busy tables. "Babe, can you pack this up for takeout?"
We were going back to my place.
CHAPTER TWELVE
He showed his natural dominance here. The alpha male, the dragon, the powerful, strong, commanding man: as soon as we got inside, Everett lifted me and slammed me against the couch in my living room.
"I want you, I want you bad. You have no idea," he said, growling in my ear as the muscular alpha realigned his position so he could pin me down.
The cockiest grin came over me hearing him talk like this. "I think I do have an idea," I said, almost moaning the words as Everett began to slide his hands against my ass, gripping my cheeks like he owned it.
He did.
"I've been craving you every time I see you, every time I think of you," he murmured again, this decisive tone in his voice driving me wild. I wanted him to take me the way he did the first night we shared, the way I had been fantasizing about him every night since that one.
The decision to step away from any other man who might have tempted me was a smart one. There was only one man I wanted, and it was Everett Copperwind.
The alpha wrestled with my clothes until I was naked for him, admiring me as he started to take his suit jacket off, leaving him the perfect image of power and wealth -- sleeves rolled up, pants unzipped, his cock already revealed hard and heavy out the fly of his pants.
"God, yes," I whispered, turning so I could see him.
He began grinding himself against me, using his cock as the focal point of his motion. He was thrusting his generous manhood in my direction, inching forward every time until the tip of his cock, warm and pleasing, rubbed against my neck.
I knew he wanted me to suck him off while I was lying down on the couch, submissive to him.
Knowing that he was capable of treating me like I was submissive to him, the way I already breathlessly imagined an omega would be to his alpha, turned me so much I immediately pursued his cock with my mouth.
My own hands started patting at my cock, pressing it between my thighs to resist the urge of stroking my cock while Everett began fucking my mouth.
There was no gentleness in the way he used my lips, the insides of my cheeks, my tongue and my throat for his own pleasure. I loved it, and I loved that he was so dominant with me that he could use me at will.
He had promised that he would show me the passion of an alpha to his omega... and that was what I wanted to see the most. I was incredibly hyper-aware of my own actions as well as his while he rummaged his hands through my hair, while he made micro-thrusts inside my mouth so the flat of my tongue could run smooth against his veiny underside.
The harder his cock was, the more the veins protruded, looking primal and almost too animalistic -- his cock felt dangerous in my mouth, like a weapon shaped of flesh.
I was succumbing to the pleasures of being the dragon's omega.
Focusing on sucking the inside of my mouth to give him the best possible suction as Everett began starting thrusting to my throat with gleeful abandon, I found myself feeling incredibly desperate for him -- I needed him in a way I couldn't possibly describe.
Maybe it was the pregnancy, setting my libido on fire. Or it could be me unlocking the inherent shifter lust inside me, this powerful channeling of the trace of a beast within that could threaten to consume me if I indulged too much into my temptations of his cock.
Sex felt so much different now. It had to be because the awareness that I was part-shifter myself had somehow opened my horizons, enabling me to break out of the box that contained my meager human sexuality.
It was all more fun when we were doing it like an alpha and omega.
The ripple of flashbacks and past memories also struck me still, and I wasn't sure if I was imagining new scenarios with Everett, or reliving old ones from my previous incarnation as his beloved, Jordan. The jealousy I had initially felt was all but gone, now. Here, on the couch, with his cock in my mouth, I knew that we were all one being.
We were together -- literally.
The unity I felt as a result of our sexual bond, as a result of our very physical mating, spurred on this trust and belief in one another.
Distantly, I could make out the sensation of warmth and joy coming from my womb, coming from the dormant baby that would one day be born from me... but now, my whole body was on fire, sweating to the suede surface of the couch as I burned myself on Everett's steamy desire for me.
"Fuck, you're so good at this, Finn," Everett said, his eyes flashing with lust as he caught my gaze. That was the alpha in him again: always wanting to tell me how I was pleasuring him. Here was the dominance of the dragon, sitting at the very top of the food chain, able to control and command anyone he wanted.
And he wanted me, more than anything.
There was no need for any supernatural effects or psychic bonds for me to feel the literal heat of his passion for me. His knees dug into the couch by my sides, flanking me so I couldn't escape even if I wanted
to.
Right now, no, I wanted his cock.
I continued sucking him until I felt him almost rupture from the surprise of a little trick I performed: pulling my tongue in and out even as his cock kept piling pressure down on it. My mouth detected the involuntary spasm of his cock, the cum from his balls rapidly flowing to the tip, ready to burst in my mouth.
An omega always sought to please his alpha, after all.
What would being his omega mean? Would there be assigned roles? What were the expectations of me, what were my responsibilities? Was I to be his househusband, taking care of the baby myself -- or was I to be his sexual plaything, for him to use whenever the lust came over him?
Given just how swollen his cock was inside my mouth, still now as I he dared not to move even the slightest bit for fear of ejaculating too soon.
If he didn't want to cum right now, that was his right, I decided.
But I'd be damned if I'd let that decision be easy for him.
Patiently waiting until I could feel his whole body clench up and stiffen as he edged, mentally agonizing over the need not to erupt inside me until he was fucking me again, I started to take the initiative by sucking him off with earnestness, rather than just letting him fuck my mouth the way he had just a minute ago.
"Finn, careful..." he cooed, unreasonably calm despite the boiling-over tension he was sure to be feeling right now.
I remembered how he was able to resume fucking just minutes after having enjoyed his umpteenth orgasm. Making him cum now would not deprive him of a chance to fuck me. If anything, it would make him want to do it more.
So I held his cock in place with my mouth, and actually impaled my own mouth on it, deep-throating him by forcing my neck forward.
"Fuck, yes!" Everett said, shuddering and jerking his head upwards as I felt a firehose of energy pulse through his cock... and end in an immediate burst stream of his cum down my throat.
This deep in, I couldn't even taste him -- which made me feel even sluttier for him, a kinky gay guy who wanted his alpha to do anything he wanted to me.
I made it a point to gulp loudly as the sticky, fresh cum went straight down my throat. I couldn't even taste any of it except what was on my lips after I had pursed them in order to enjoy the most satisfying moments of being fucked in my mouth by Everett.
He pulled away from me but immediately began to drag me to him, so his body could grind against mine, his cock rock hard through the fly of his pants he still kept on.
The thought of him fucking me now in his suit was such a turn-on to me, instantly making my body feel waves and waves of pure arousal.
I was jelly in his hands, ready for him to shape me anyway he wanted.
"You're mine now," he growled, holding me against him, feeling my ass cheeks part for the length of his cock as he teased me. "And you'll always be."
Always, I murmured to myself, knowing just how happy it made me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything.
As soon as he slid his cock into me, transferring his cock into my tight canal, my prostate began to hum from delight -- practically vibrating -- as I knew I was aroused to a whole new climactic level.
This wasn't like any of the sex I had ever experienced.
They say sex is always better with emotional investment, but this was something else, something greater even on that scale. I was catching my breath with every second he had his cock inside me.
We weren't playing to impress each other. This wasn't sex as interpreted through marathon fucking. This was my alpha showing me how much he wanted me, showing me how much he needed to fuck me...
This was him mating with me.
Pressing my head hard against the back of the couch, I freed my hands to wrap around the round bump of my belly. Being pregnant to the dragon turned me on so much.
But having Everett show me just how much he appreciated the beauty of my pregnant form by fucking me with no regard for gentleness or hesitation was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.
I submitted to him, in that moment, feeling the heat take over me.
Omega... that was who I was, now. I was his.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I was pretty far along now, my body sagging and transforming and changing with every single passing day until I stopped walking and started... well, waddling.
"We're bonded by more than just sex and spirit," Everett told me in bed, after another night of vigorous, impressively acrobatic sex where I continually tested the exact limits of my ability to submit my body to his use.
He was my extremely sexy partner... my man.
And I woke up that day determined to formally tie him to me. To make him my alpha.
He invited me to his place, the first time I would ever visit. Earlier that day I had lunch with Helen, which was now starting to be a weekly ritual. She had the chefs at Howell Lodge even devise me a special male pregnancy menu, which amused me to no end because what exactly was a male pregnancy menu?
Turns out they were exceptionally bizarre food items that somehow perfectly catered to all the cravings I had.
Lobster bisque and Ruffles cheese and sour cream potato chips. I loved that so much, even if Helen herself could barely stand to watch me eat while she played with her Japanese fish roe and seaweed salad. "What?" I asked, flashing a grin at her as I swallowed down more sips of rich, creamy bisque.
"I suppose I should celebrate the fact that there are only a few days left to go with the whole special menu," she smiled.
I nodded. "Everett's been meditating on the right date for the birth, waiting for his inner dragon to come up with an especially auspicious date."
"That's very good of him," Mrs Copperwind nodded. "I was worried he'd abandon all those traditions of ours... but I suppose the prospect of being a father reminds us all to look back to our roots. I'm proud of him."
"So am I, Helen," I agreed.
"And I'm also proud of you. You're family now, Finn. And so will your child. I'd be especially honored if you'd let him take on Everett's last name."
That was a tricky little point. It dodged an important detail -- we weren't married yet, and thus far hadn't discussed the possibility of marriage either. I didn't press Everett on it, but I knew that his vaunted bachelordom would end as soon as he gave this serious thought.
But through our psychic bond I was at least reassured knowing that he was contemplating it... often.
Everett gave me a tour of his place, the unspoken hint here being that he wanted me to move in. "The whole building is built and owned by the Copperwind Corporation, of course," he murmured, casually reminding me about the great wealth our child would be born to. "There's a panic room that's appropriate both for shifter and human occupants, and I've arranged so it's child-safe, as well."
"Will we really need a panic room?" I said, aghast at the thought of people trying to... do anything. Let alone to try to take our child.
Everett shrugged. "If anyone even tries to threaten our family he's going to have to go through me first -- not to mention the literal battalion of ex-special forces security contractors attached to the building's penthouse floor."
"So we won't really be threatened," I pressed.
"I won't let it."