by Marcy Jacks
Erin did as he was told, even though it forced him to stop stroking his dick.
“Hurry. Hurry.”
“Shut up with that. I’m hurrying,” Silver growled. “You want me to fuck you dry?”
“Yes.”
Silver’s eyes widened, and then he smirked, as though he thought Erin was joking.
“Stupid omega. You’re letting the lust get to your head. Trust me, it doesn’t matter how much you think you might want me to do that. You actually don’t want me doing that.”
Erin nodded. “I do. I want it. Hurry.”
He was being serious. Why wouldn’t Silver believe him?
Silver snorted, shaking his head at Erin. “Idiot.”
“Hurry!”
Something was inside him. It was swelling with heat, and it needed Silver’s touch. It needed to be soothed, and the only person who could do that was the one above him right now who didn’t seem to think anything was wrong.
Or that any haste needed to be made.
Silver popped the cap of his bottle open with his thumb. The sight of the clear slick pooling into his hand was almost enough to make Erin feel better about this insane wait, but even still, he couldn’t bring himself to feel any peace until the first touch of Silver’s fingers circled his hole.
Erin shivered. He opened his mouth with a loud moan, his eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling.
“This is what you want?
Erin couldn’t even answer the man. God knew he really wanted to. He wanted to yell at him. To tell him that he wanted so much more than just that, but just as he began to gasp the words out of his mouth, Silver pushed his two blunt fingers through the ring of muscle. The burn as Erin was stretched open made him cry out.
The pleasure of having his hole played with and touched had already been so great, but the exquisite breach made his body react in a way he couldn’t hold back.
Erin came, and he came hard.
His spine bowed with the release of pressure. Warm cum shot onto his stomach and a little onto his chest, some getting on his skin, some hitting the shreds of clothing Silver had left behind.
Erin gasped for breath, his dick still hard, his balls still tight with pressure that demanded release when Silver surprised him by moaning and leaning in, licking away the cum on Erin’s stomach and chest.
Erin gasped, watching the man, his fingers holding on to the back of Silver’s shaved head.
The dragon was so warm. Erin always thought they were meant to be cold-blooded. Maybe that had just been a myth because Silver felt as hot as fire right about now.
Then the man looked at him, and Erin swore he could see hints of the dragon in those eyes.
“That tasted good.”
Erin nodded, even though he hadn’t been the one to taste it.
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Yes.”
Chapter Four
He was tight. Silver wasn’t entirely sure if he was lying about being a virgin or not, but at the very least, it had been a while.
The more Silver touched him, the more he felt the sweet clench around his fingers and heard those little noises coming from his mouth, the more Silver really did want to fuck him, want to be inside him.
He wasn’t going to stop. The beast inside had awoken, and now it was time for instinct to take the lead.
He stripped out of as much of his clothes as possible, no longer worrying about being gentle. He had to get out of his clothes. They were too hot. Too constricting.
Silver growled. He ripped them. Only the shreds stayed clinging to his damp body.
“Yes. Yes, yes.” More of those sweet little sounds as Silver pressed the head of his heavy cock to the man’s hole.
He pushed forward. The resistance was just as good as the feeling of finally being able to push inside.
So fucking good. So sweet.
God, he was home.
That word snapped something inside him. Something dark and painful.
He looked down at the smaller man, at his rosy cheeks and half-lidded eyes as he squirmed with pleasure.
No. This wasn’t home. Ajax was home. Ajax was his lover and best friend, and this…
This was just instinct.
Silver forced himself to remember that as he plowed forward, hard and desperate.
Erin moaned, his spine arching as his body swallowed Silver’s cock.
And it was so fucking good. So achingly sweet.
No. Just sex. Just fucking. Nothing more and nothing less.
Silver moved his hips, slamming them back and forth. Erin didn’t give any hint that he was in pain as he moaned. He covered his eyes with the back of one hand before reaching down for his prick.
The man stroked himself in time with Silver’s thrusts, and by God, it was the sexiest thing Silver had seen in a long time.
It was nice. He could at least give the smaller man that much credit. This felt really damned nice, and he wasn’t about to stop.
Not for anything.
He came in a sudden, powerful burst, then still felt the buildup of desire and pleasure within him. The need to put his scent on his new mate and make sure it stuck to him forever.
He fucked into Erin again, feeling the building of pleasure toward climax even before he finished milking himself of his first orgasm.
“That’s it,” Erin moaned. “Want…more. So much…more.”
How much fucking more could he give this man? Greedy little shit, wasn’t he?
Silver had to smile at the thought, however.
He liked that.
How about that?
He fucked the man almost all the way to the other side of the bed, until Erin’s head hung off the other side.
If Silver didn’t cool it, they were both going to fall off, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
And Erin didn’t want him to.
They tumbled off the bed.
Erin yelled in pain from landing on his elbow wrong, and a strange sensation of worry and panic hit Silver hard in the chest before the man reached for him, grabbed him by his cheeks, and pulled him forward in another lingering kiss.
Erin pulled Silver back on top of him, his thighs spreading, his ankles curling around Silver’s waist as he pushed his cock back inside that warm body.
So right. Everything about this was so right.
Erin came next. The scent of his musk, already perfuming the air, thickened with his second orgasm.
Silver groaned, and the chains that would bind them together throughout the rest of their lives, he felt them locking into place around him and this little wolf. They were there. Physical and yet not. As powerful as the chains had been that had wrapped around him and Ajax during their difficult mating period.
And even as Silver came to his orgasm again, he felt a rush of panic hit him.
He knew what it would feel like if those chains ever broke on him. He didn’t know how he was supposed to handle something like that.
It was something he was just going to have to think about. To worry about.
Hopefully for the rest of his life.
He spilled his seed into his mate again, and this time he felt something a little closer to control come over him.
His energy was drained. In a few minutes, he would be recharged and ready to go again, but for now, he wanted to rest, and he wanted rest for his mate, as well.
He collapsed on top of Erin’s chest, soaking in the man’s warmth, but unable to look into his face.
Terrified he would see the face of Ajax instead.
Erin’s heart beat quickly. Silver could feel the thump against his own chest.
“Tell me about yourself,” Silver commanded. He wet his lips. It was difficult trying to catch his breath. Why was he so out of breath?
“Tell me everything you can. What was your pack like? What do you like?”
He both heard and felt a different kind of thumping against his chest.
“You want to get to know me?”<
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“Only a little. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not in love with you, and any affection I give you is just a byproduct of the mating.”
Erin swallowed. “Understood. Well, I like the color of your eyes.”
Silver growled, pushing himself away from the heat of Erin’s body. He stared down at the man, hardly impressed by his attempt at being cute.
“You like the color of my eyes?”
The little wolf had the decency to look abashed. “Well, kind of. Not too often you see that color on, uh…”
Silver smirked. “What?”
Erin glared at him. “You know what I mean.”
Surprisingly, Silver found himself in a good mood at that. He gently smacked the smaller man’s shoulder.
“Maybe I do. Either way, get up. I have food for you downstairs. We’ll fuck again, then shower, then I’ll introduce you to my clan.”
“Right, it’s all dragons here, isn’t it?”
“There are some omegas. Don’t look at me like that. You’re not the first to come looking for shelter after the alphas died off.”
Erin sat up as Silver stood. He still looked entirely blown away by the idea that there could be omegas in a dragon clan.
“I…I never thought…your clan leader must be really nice.”
He was almost happy to disappoint the man. “I’m the clan leader.”
Erin blinked. Then tensed. “You?”
“What?”
Erin shook his head. “Nothing, I just…sorry.”
“What? Why does that shock you?”
He wanted an answer. Silver supposed he shouldn’t have been all that shocked when his new mate rose to the challenge.
“I just didn’t think the leader of a dragon clan would be a total asshole.”
Silver hesitated, then reached out and slapped the man upside the head.
“Ow!”
“Shut up. I barely touched you. Hurry up. I want something to eat, too.”
He had sandwiches downstairs that were going to go stale.
“Should we clean up first? Maybe get dressed?”
This one really was bashful. Ajax had been nothing like that. He’d been boisterous and fun. Serious only when the situation required it.
And God, did Silver ever fucking miss him right now.
“I’ll show you where the bathroom is. I’ll get you some new clothes, too. I’ll have to try not to shred them the next time we fuck. Otherwise I’ll have to drag you to the mall naked for new clothes.”
Erin glared at him. “I have plenty of clothes back at my apartment.”
“Uh-huh, and you think you can go back there?”
Erin paused, then he glared at Silver.
Silver rolled his eyes. “Stop it. It’s not up to me.”
“You just said you were the alpha!”
“I’m the clan leader.”
“It’s the same thing!”
“No. It isn’t.” That was why he was alive, and Ajax was dead.
“You’re the leader of this place! You’re telling me you don’t have a choice? You’re the one making the decision that I can’t go home to get my stuff.”
“It’s just stuff. It’s not important.”
“That’s not for you to decide! I have books there!”
“So?”
Erin honestly looked as though he wanted to fly at Silver and maybe punch him out. It was impressive seeing that level of fury in an omega.
“They’re important! They’re from my old pack! I can’t just leave them behind!”
From his old pack? Silver gave the omega his full attention. “Are they record books? Lists of names and addresses?”
Some packs had kept those sort of documents. Lists of births and deaths. Some books were old and cherished as relics.
Erin suddenly looked as though he’d just lost a little of the fight that had been in him. “No, nothing like that. Just…normal books.”
Silver’s patience was running thin. “You’re saying fiction books? Are you serious?”
“They were important! All right? They belonged to my friends before we all got separated. And it’s not just the books, too. It’s photographs, cards, CDs, that kind of thing.”
Silver could already tell this one was going to be testing his patience for a long time to come.
“I’ll see what can be done, but you shouldn’t go back there. I’ll see if anything can be picked up on my own. All right?”
Erin looked at him hard. Silver could already see he was going to have a fight on his hands about this later. There was no way the smaller man was letting this go. Silver could probably expect an argument on letting the man come with him when he did eventually go off to his apartment later today.
Well, fuck.
“Whatever. Let’s go eat. Not another word until then,” he snapped as Erin opened his mouth.
He was taking his mate downstairs, and he didn’t want to hear another word about it.
After Erin and Silver had cleaned up enough to satisfy Erin’s sensibilities, and Silver found some more of his old clothes for Erin to wear, they went downstairs.
Silver realized it was a mistake to turn on the TV only a few seconds after.
As Erin watched wide-eyed while the news let loose on the most recent state of affairs in the city.
A fire in one of the apartment buildings. Rescue workers were at the scene, and people were already blaming the accident on the local politicians for not making sure everything was up to code.
It was Erin’s response that mattered the most, his wide-eyed look of horror as he stared at the screen, his sandwich barely touched in front of him.
“That’s…that’s my building.”
Chapter Five
Erin supposed the only reason why they didn’t go along with Silver’s plan to fuck again immediately after eating their food was because of the reaction Erin had to seeing his building up in flames on the news.
How could something like that have happened? How was it possible that his entire life had been upended in just a single day?
He’d just paid his rent three days ago, and had looked over places where he could travel to. Get a mini vacation. Get his life back together and finally feel normal again.
He’d wanted that so badly. He’d been so close to getting it. Now he was here.
Alone in the world except for a mate who clearly didn’t want him.
At some point, Silver knocked at his door. Erin ignored it. The man spoke to him from the other side.
Felt almost as though a ghost were trying to talk to him.
“I have to go and talk to the others. Let them know you’re coming. Do me a favor and stick around until I get back.”
Erin clutched his arms around himself. He pressed his face into his pillow.
Silver would probably just love it if Erin left and never came back.
Silver stayed on the other side of the door for a bit before he finally walked away.
Erin wasn’t sure if he was glad for that or not. The empty darkness in his chest when his mate walked away sure didn’t feel so spectacular, but at the same time, he did want to be alone.
He tried to sleep. He was so tired, but he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes closed for long. His brain was too frantic. He couldn’t slow his thoughts.
All he saw in his head was the rain. He heard the banging against his door, realized who was coming for him, and had to get out through the old fire escape.
Maybe it was a coincidence that the building had burned down. Even he had known the codes weren’t up to standard, and the elevators had been broken for the longest time. It wasn’t as if the landlord put a lot of money into that place.
No. He shook his head. After the pouring rain the night before? How could the place burst into flames like that? Wouldn’t the rain have cut it off even a little? A fire like that would have had to start immediately after the rain ended to be that powerful.
He didn’t know the exact answers, and Erin decided he di
dn’t care. The last memories of his old pack were there. His father, his sister and brother.
Tears wet his eyes. He wiped his face into his pillow. Now that he no longer had those keepsakes with him, the photos, the books, the jewelry, he never wanted to remember them ever again.
What was the point when all there was in the world was pain?
Erin stayed put for a little while. He rested, though he didn’t sleep. He was sure he didn’t move for at least an hour, maybe two.
At some point, he got curious about where his mate had really gone.
Did he actually go to speak to the rest of his clan? To prepare them for the new arrival?
The shifters in a pack usually stayed fairly close by to the alpha. Erin wasn’t sure how it worked with a dragon clan, but he got the feeling it was similar.
It shouldn’t have taken this long for him to let the other dragons and omegas know there was someone else in the clan now, right?
Erin blinked hard at that thought.
He’d forgotten. There were omegas in this clan. Silver had said he had taken in a few in their time of need. Protected them from the Dog Catchers.
Erin pushed himself up, wiping his face on the back of his hand.
Maybe…no. He couldn’t let himself hope for something like that.
His brother was the only one there could be a chance for survival. Erin had watched as his father and sister both succumbed to the disease.
The disease that made alphas crazy. Some betas caught it, and Erin had heard of an omega or two succumbing, but for the most part, the world called it Alpha Rabies.
A terrible illness that infected its victims. An illness that made them attack like ravenous animals as they foamed at the mouth.
That made them tear up and destroy everything important to them, as though it were all nothing.
Marco had to have escaped. They were the omegas of the family. Their father’s voice, even as he’d held back his daughter who had eyes blazing of red blood as she tried to kill them, had still been less than human.
Erin wondered if it was a parental thing. He’d been able to fight the thing that had infected his mind long enough to hold back his daughter from killing his sons.
To allow Erin and Marco to run away together.
Before they’d heard the snap of bones behind them, and the wail of their father as he had been forced to kill his daughter, Erin’s sister.
