Chapter Eight

It happened so fast, I didn't have time to consider whether it should, or could. A simple kiss, sweet and warm and unplanned, deepened into a passion beyond anything I'd ever experienced. My university dating had been great, but it paled at the first touch of this human's lips. Or maybe it had begun to simmer when he opened the door to admit me to his home.

I slid my hands down his back to cup his firm buttocks and lifted him against me. He wrapped his legs around my hips, and any questions I had to ask melted away when our cocks ground together, rock-hard both. "Which room," I ground out, already walking out of the kitchen."

"Mine," he groaned. "Did we turn off the water in the sink?"

I didn't have any idea, but I turned, still carrying him, until I could see the tap. "Off." We moved into the living room, and I turned toward my room, not wanting to presume, but he shook his head.

"My bed is bigger."

"We aren't going to need a lot of room for what I have in mind," I grunted, but veered off toward the closed door opposite mine. "You're sure about this?" I had already decided we needed no questions, but this person was too special for any misunderstandings. And I was pretty sure we'd already had one when I kissed him…but maybe it was a fortunate one.

"Yes." He peppered my neck with kisses. "So sure." Even my overdeveloped sense of fairness was fine with that, and my dragon's purr added to everything.

Mate,he affirmed and then faded deep inside me, presumably to give us much appreciated privacy.

Arvin's room was not much more decorated than mine, but it did have a queen-sized bed and dresser as well as an ancient upholstered chair by the window. "Do you sit there to watch the storms over the river?" I asked, an image of him in my lap doing just that popping into my mind.

"Sometimes," he murmured, "when I don't have to go deal with a crisis of some sort or other."

"Will it hold us both, do you think?" I shifted him upward as he'd begun to slide a bit.

"For storm watching, yes." He nuzzled my earlobe from his new position. "But for anything more athletic, I recommend the bed."

"Then let's start there." We could always try out the other furniture later. I eased him down on the bed and grasped the hem of his shirt. "Raise your arms."

"Are you going to undress me like a child, then?"

"Like a man." When his shirt was gone, I pushed him to lie on his back. "Lift your hips." And I eased his jeans and undershorts down his legs and off over his bare feet. Did he ever wear shoes? Not for the next few hours, he wouldn't.

I stood over him, taking in what the pajama pants had hidden last night and hardening even more at the sight.

"Are you going to just stand there fully dressed and stare?" A grin lifted the corner of his sexy lips. "You'll make me blush."

"What? Oh." I stripped as quickly as I could, making Arvin laugh when I got tangled in the leg of my boxer briefs and had to take a few hops to avoid landing on my butt on the bedroom floor. "Sorry, staring is rude."

He reached out a hand and drew me down beside him. "More like flattering. When a dragon god finds me worth looking at, me, a lowly human…"

"I'm not a god, and you're anything but lowly." I lifted his hand to my lips and brushed them over the back. "But I don't mind making you blush." The storm still raged, and the room was dim, but my vision, always good, had grown sharper in the past days, and the flush over his skin was enchanting. "Let's see what else I can make you do."

Standing, I grabbed his calves and pulled him to the edge of the bed then dropped to my knees. His cock bobbed enticingly in front of my lips, and I traced the edge of the head with my tongue, leaving the droplet of pre-cum for last. Arvin's hands planted on my shoulders and gripped tight as I closed my lips over him and lowered my head an inch at a time, exploring the contours, tracing the vein. Retreating only to take him deeper each time until his fingers gripped tight, and his breathing rasped over me. Gliding my hand downward, I toyed with his balls for a moment, feeling him ramp up, closer to where I would eventually take him. But not quite yet. Bottoming him out in my throat, I fingered his hole, the slick copious. He was so ready for me, but I wasn't going there until he came in my throat.

He released my shoulders, digging his fingers into my hair and grasping hold of the strands. "Don't stop. Whatever you do, do not stop." As if I would. Hot spurts of cum filled my throat, and I swallowed as fast as I could, wanting every bit of him inside me before I was inside him. When he let go, leaving my scalp stinging, and fell back panting, I rose to my feet and pressed his knees to his chest.

"You're so slick. I didn't know humans could do that." I fitted my cock to his slippery hole. "But I'm glad."

"An omega is an omega," he said, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes. "And I've never been this slick before. It's for you, dragon god."

"Stop calling me that." I might get used to it.

"I need you."

I drove in, feeling the walls close around me, tight and slick, and holding me in such a way, I had to stop and count in my head to avoid being a major disappointment to the man who my dragon was sure was my mate. But he felt so damned good. Praying for strength, I began to move again, slowly, which was almost worse than fast because I could feel every bit of him gliding against my oversensitive cock. It had been a while since I'd been in bed with anyone, but that wasn't what this was about.

This was everything I'd heard about a mate vs. someone else and more. You'll know when you meet them. It will ruin you for anyone else. Already this was true. Did humans even have mates?

He flexed his internal muscles, dragging me right back into the moment and the sensations and ruining any possibility of holding back. "Arvin, I'm so sorry but you're just too sexy, too hot, and too tight."

The human bucked his hips, making it so much worse…better…worse.

And I stopped fighting it and poured into him, my swelling knot locking us together.

I looked down to see his eyes widen. "It's true, then? About knotting?"

"Shifter alphas all do," I panted, rolling us to lie face-to-face, "as far as I know. Don't humans?"

"I don't have a lot of experience."

That didn't bother me in the slightest.

I held him close, trying not to worry that he might not feel the way I did, might not even understand having a mate. I'd explain. I'd ask my dragon for guidance. I'd do whatever I needed to to make this work.

Because he had, indeed, ruined me for all others.