11. Aurum

Eleven

My cock was already harderthan a rock by the time Mylo walked in, but when he did, it throbbed in my pants.

The surprise on his face was totally worth my sneaking in.

"Aurum? W-what are you doing here?" he squeaked.

"Sitting," I said.

He looked frazzled. "I see that, but why?"

"I was waiting for you."

"W-why?"

Because for some reason, my dick wants to jump on you like a starving lion hunting a zebra,my brain stated.

Instead, I shrugged and said, "I wanted to."

Mylo bit his lip, glancing anxiously at the door like the rules police would burst in at any second. "What if someone finds out? And how did you even get in?"

"One, I don't care if anyone finds out. The rules are flexible. Two, window."

Mylo's brows knitted together. "Window?"

I pantomimed my actions. "Dragon. Fly. Enter through window."

"You... broke into my hotel room?"

"Pretty much." I grinned at his astonished face. "I own the joint, though, so it's not technically wrong."

"What if I'd been naked?" Mylo blurted.

I grinned, pleased at the mental image. "That would've been a bonus."

A high-pitched whimper of confusion escaped Mylo. "I don't know what's going on. Am I being pranked?"

My grin instantly pulled into a frown. "No. I wouldn't do that to you."

"That's true. I know you wouldn't," Mylo said, his face softening. "Then why did you come?"

I resisted the urge to make a vulgar joke. "Because I wanted to see you."

"But you just saw me at dinner," Mylo pointed out.

Rolling my eyes, I stood up and approached him. My dick was too stifled to tolerate a sitting position anymore.

"So?" I countered. As my shadow fell over Mylo, his eyes widened and his round cheeks turned pink. He was adorable. "Am I not allowed to see you whenever I want?"

The words tumbled out of my mouth before I considered what I was saying. I wasn't usually so... possessive. Not over omegas. But whatever this strange urge was, it felt good to indulge. I didn't want to fight it.

"I guess you can," Mylo said, licking his lips.

Did I make him nervous? I figured I should take a step back, give him space, but at the same time, I abhorred the idea of putting distance between us.

"Am I bothering you?" I asked point-blank.

"No! Not at all," Mylo cried. "I'm just... confused."

"Why?"

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "I've never received... attention. Like this. From an alpha. Or anybody." His voice quieted. "Especially someone so... um... handsome."

I knew I was attractive, sure. It wasn't the first time I'd heard it. But hearing it from Mylo felt different, like it carried deeper meaning.

Fuck, what was going on? This wasn't like me. I didn't get mushy feelings towards omegas at all. Ever. Why was I so captivated by this damned ferret?

My cock twitched, uncomfortable in my too-tight pants.

Enlightenment hit me. That was it—I didn't have feelings for Mylo, I was just sexually attracted to him. That was why I couldn't stop teasing him during dinner. Totally made sense. In that case, all I had to do was ravish him for one night and this discomfort in my chest would go away, right?

"Hey," I said, hungrily raking his body with my eyes. "Do you want to fuck?"

An indescribable sound came out of Mylo like helium escaping a taut balloon. "What?"

"Don't feel pressured. You can say no," I reminded him.

"W-what did you say before? I didn't hear properly."

"I asked if you wanted to fuck. Have sex."

"Why?" he demanded.

I snorted. He always wanted to know why, like he couldn't believe anything was real.

"Because you're hot as fuck, and being around you makes me hard," I explained. "Is that enough explanation for you?"

Mylo looked like an old TV that couldn't find a signal. He blinked slowly, staring at me. His face turned a shade of pink so deep it was nearly purple.

When a minute passed and he didn't react, I waved my hand in front of his face. "Hello?"

That knocked him out of his daze.

"Hah. You're joking, right?" Mylo said with a weak laugh. "There's hidden cameras somewhere, and you're pranking me."

A growl slipped from my lips. "Stop it. I already told you I wouldn't fucking do that. Why don't you believe me?"

"Because what you're saying is unbelievable!" he cried.

My inner dragon stirred impatiently. He was greedy and couldn't wait much longer.

Fine. If Mylo didn't believe my words, maybe actions would get through to him.

I grabbed the front of Mylo's shirt and pulled him into a kiss. His muffled sound of surprise was swallowed as my lips consumed him. Fuck, his mouth was soft. I had to keep my dragon fangs in check so I didn't bite him by accident.

I could've kissed him forever, but I should probably let him breathe. When I had my fill, I pulled back with a gasp for air.

Mylo was frazzled. His hair was tousled. His cheeks were mini radiators exuding waves of heat. His plump, sweet lips were red from my sudden onslaught. He didn't move. He didn't even take a breath.

I was worried I'd scared him. But then I looked into his eyes—they shone like diamonds, bright and fervent.

He liked it.

My dragon and I both puffed up with pride. Of course he did.

"Now do you believe me?" I asked.

Mylo swallowed. "Yes?"

An amused growl rumbled in my throat. "You don't sound positive. Need more proof?"

His glassy eyes widened. "M-maybe."

That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

In a quick motion, I tossed Mylo on the bed and climbed on top before crushing my mouth against his. This time I plunged my tongue past his lips and claimed my territory. Mylo whimpered in pleasure as my tongue ravaged him.

My dragon instincts went wild. My nails shifted to claws, digging into the comforter. My spine arched as if my wings wanted to unfurl. There wasn't enough room in here to shift, so it was a headache to keep it in check, but something about Mylo kept luring it out. It was like my arousal was intrinsically linked to shifting.

Mylo gasped when I pulled up. He looked adorable pinned to the bed, all flustered and panting. I didn't understand where his disbelief came from—couldn't he recognize how fucking sexy he was?

Well, except for his stupid baggy outfit.

"Take this shit off," I ordered.

Mylo paused. "Um... But..." He gave me a pleading look. "Can't I keep it on?"

My lip curled as I tugged on his oversized shirt. "No. I want to see you, not your shirt."

He smoothed the shirt over his body like a protective layer. His hesitation annoyed me. Any other omega would've thrown themselves at me, but Mylo wasn't just any omega. What was so special about the shirt?

"Tell me what's bothering you, Mylo," I commanded.

He averted his gaze. "I don't want you to see my body. It doesn't... look good."

"What?"

My dragon's voice cut into mine, and it came out as a half-roar that startled Mylo. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt with my claws.

"Is this sentimental?" I asked roughly.

"Um... No, it's from Wal-Mart."

"Good."

I tore it from his body. My claws shredded the fabric and it fell to the floor in tatters.

Mylo gawped. "My shirt!"

"I'll buy you a better one," I promised. "Now, let me look at you."

Mylo squirmed as my hungry gaze perused him. He lay there awkwardly, like he didn't know what to do with himself. Meanwhile, my cock screamed for release from its denim cage.

What the fuck was Mylo talking about when he said he didn't look good? Why couldn't he see what I saw?

"I'm sorry," Mylo murmured. "I tried losing weight before the show, but—"

I growled loudly. "Stop. I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth unless it's begging."

He blushed, then gave a small nod.

A fiery lick of arousal swept through me. I straddled him, bracing my knees on either side of his waist. "I'm gonna touch you now. I guess you're also allowed to talk if you don't like something, or want more of it."

He nodded again.

I snorted. "All right, fine. You can talk. Just don't say self-deprecating shit or I'll bite your fingers off."

"O-okay."

I started from his shoulders. I placed my palms in the dip of his collarbones, smoothing down over his chest. Mylo tensed when my hands got to his belly.

"Chill," I ordered.

He took an unsteady breath. The tension released.

My dick twitched as I ran my hands over his soft belly. I loved the way it spilled over his pants. I bit my tongue before I got too hard, but it was too late. Mylo definitely felt my raging boner since I sat on top of him.

The more I touched him, the more Mylo relaxed. His skin warmed up beneath my palms. As his temperature rose, something else did, too.

Something directly under my ass.

I grinned. "Getting hard, huh?"

He made a tiny noise of embarrassment. "S-sorry."

"Hey. What did I say?" I warned.

He zipped it.

I hooked a finger beneath the waistband of his ridiculous oversized jeans. Mylo went still. I watched his face, suspicious he'd pipe up about keeping his pants on, but my previous warning silenced him.

"Now, these are a problem," I said, lifting the excess fabric. "Let's take them off, too."

"But then I'll just be in my underwear!" Mylo complained.

I licked my lips. "Mm, that sounds fun."

Mylo let out a defeated sigh. "There's no changing your mind, is there?"

"Nope. Time to strip."

I wriggled Mylo out of his gigantic jeans—which was less wriggling and more like shucking corn—and tossed the useless pants on the ground.

"Why do you wear that oversized crap anyway?" I asked.

"Er... I can't tell you, since you enacted that rule about self-deprecation."

I rolled my eyes. "Put it on pause for a sec. I officially decree you can answer my question."

"Promise you won't bite my fingers off?"

"Promise."

Mylo fidgeted on the bed. "Um... the bigger clothes hide my body. That's all."

My lips curled into a snarl. "That's it."

"Hey, you said you wouldn't get mad!" Mylo cried.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not mad," I reassured him as I hopped off the bed. "Just taking care of something."

Mylo watched in confusion as I picked up his torn shirt and discarded jeans.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What needs to be done."

Before Mylo could ask further questions, I inhaled deeply, summoned a breath of fire, and incinerated the clothes. They burnt to a crisp and disintegrated.

Mylo coughed, waving a hand to dissipate the smoke as he stared at the pile of ashes. "Did... did you just burn my clothes?"

I opened the window to let in cool, fresh night air. "Trust me, it was for the greater good. Now, where were we?"

I returned to bed and leapt back on top of Mylo, who promptly forgot about his clothes when I brushed against the bulge in his underwear. He still looked shy, but the touching had mellowed him. He sank against the bed as my hands roamed across his belly and over his underwear. Unlike the rest of his hideous clothes, his briefs actually fit him. They could stay... for now.

Grinning mischievously, I cupped my palm over his bulge. His reaction was priceless. A high-pitched whimper escaped him. He arched his back, gripping the sheets, trying to lift his hips for more.

My dragon soul was alight with desire. He wished to claim what was ours—and Mylo seeking more pleasure was exactly what we wanted.