14. Enrique

Chapter 14

Enrique

Caja resembles a goddess against the bed, her dark hair splayed out across satin sheets.

When Xavier mentioned a compound, I pictured some place with wired fences and a run-down interior. I couldn't have been more wrong. This place is more like Andorra Sector with all its metallic siding and glass windows. It even has a dome over it.

"Helps keep the rogues and mindless ones out," Francesca explained as we entered ten minutes ago. "And it helps us maintain the climate inside."

"How?" I asked, the word encompassing a myriad of questions—How is this possible? How are you controlling the climate? How do you have a dome? How do you have all these supplies?

"Dragons are not only excellent traders, but they're also exceptionally resourceful" was her response. Followed by, "And the various hotels left a lot of useful materials behind, too."

There wasn't time to ask for clarifications. But I fully intended to question it all later.

After I helped my Omega.

She had passed out after a series of intense orgasms, her head falling to my shoulder.

I carried her into a building—one Francesca explained was usually used to house their dragon shifter visitors—and now I have Caja right where I want her.

Naked.

Needy.

And sprawled out on the bed.

Her swollen lips part as I kiss her jaw, then work my way down her throat to her breasts. I lave the mark I made on her right tit, my wolf purring with pleasure inside.

My female.

My Omega.

Mine.

It's all happened so fast yet feels like over a century in the making.

I've been alone for so long, satisfying my needs through meaningless embraces with Alpha females and a handful of willing Omegas.

That all feels like the distant past now.

Caja is my present. My future. My life .

I can't believe she's mine, that this beautiful creature desired me as much as I desired her. I'm so not worthy of her appreciation. But I'm going to make damn sure I live up to her expectations, just like I told her I would.

And I'll start by making her come again with my tongue.

She moans as I suck her nipple into my mouth, her body arching off the bed. I push her back down by settling between her thighs, my elbows braced on either side of her abdomen while I continue sucking on her tits.

Her fingers weave through my hair, her moans vibrating my mouth.

Unintelligible words leave her plump lips, the breathy tones exciting my inner beast.

I did that. I made her pant. Now I'm going to make her well and truly scream .

I'd silenced her before because we were approaching the compound. But Francesca made sure to tell me that these rooms are soundproofed and secure. I set the code just inside the door, ensuring no one can enter without permission.

A good thing, because if anyone disturbs us now, I'll kill them.

I don't even care if we're guests here.

My Omega needs my knot, and I'm going to fucking give it to her. Hard . Without restraint. Over and over again.

She shudders, her grip on my hair tightening as I switch breasts.

When I nibble her stiff little peak, she yelps and then moans, her body vibrating with want . So I do it again, this time hard enough to draw blood. Because I want to mark her everywhere. Ensure my claim is clear .

It's a masculine need.

A savage desire.

But I embrace it.

She practically pants beneath me, my little wolf enjoying my version of pleasure and pain. Every time I nip her, she jolts. Then she groans when I lick her. Cries out when I suck. Screams for more when I start all over again.

By the time I reach the sweet apex between her thighs, she's a mumbling mess of desire-filled pleas.

I lick her delicious slit, sliding my tongue between her slickened folds, and taste every inch of her soaking wet cunt.

It's fucking heaven.

And I tell her that, my wolf very much in my voice as I utter each word. "I'm going to lick you for hours," I warn her. "Eat you for days ."

Because there's no way I'll ever get enough.

"You taste so damn good, Caja." If innocence had a flavor, it would be this. All vanilla and cream with a touch of residual smokiness.

The type of smokiness inspired by a heat.

"Gods, tesoro," I groan against her clit. "It's like you were made for me."

And maybe she was.

Maybe I was made for her.

I don't fucking know, nor do I fucking care.

I suck her bundle of nerves deep into my mouth and smile when she shatters for me again, her poor little body so primed and ready that it no longer takes much to turn her into an orgasmic mess of pants and screams.

"So fucking good, Caja," I praise her. "You're so fucking good." And I want to reward her.

Which is why I keep licking her.

Sucking.

Nibbling.

Taking her over the edge again and again while my fingers work their magic inside her.

Stretching her.

Ensuring she can handle me.

Because I don't want this to hurt. I want her to feel good. To take my knot with pleasure that never ends.

By the time I'm satisfied with her blissed-out state, she's practically unconscious from the ecstasy rippling through her veins. However, her eyes come alive as I crawl over her and remove my shirt.

She reaches for me, but I push her hand away. "You can touch me after I knot you," I tell her. "Otherwise, I'll explode in your hand, and that's not going to work for either of us."

I'm almost as keyed up as she is, my dick so damn hard that I have to work to ensure I don't accidentally hurt myself as I unzip my pants.

The fabric is coated in blood.

As am I.

But Caja doesn't seem to notice or care. So I don't care either.

I just want to be inside her.

Rut her.

Fuck her.

She whines as I leave the bed to finish shedding my clothes. I growl in response, making her even wetter between her legs, all while reminding her that I'm in charge here. I'm her Alpha. And as her Alpha, I will take care of her.

When I kneel on the bed again, she gazes up at me with eyes that are obsidian in color. I see her wolf. I see Caja. I see everything .

And in kind, she sees me.

My pronounced length.

My throbbing knot.

My tightening muscles.

She takes me all in, then licks her lips and spreads her legs in invitation.

I know this is her first time, her first heat, but my tesoro is a natural in bed. She knows exactly how to entice me.

Or maybe it's just her.

My little treasure.

"Gods, I can't wait to be inside you," I tell her as I crawl over her prone form. "It'll hurt, tesoro, but only for a moment. Then I'll make you feel so fucking good that you'll forget your own name."

She stares up at me, her trust-filled gaze making my heart feel like it's about to explode.

This female has fully embraced our mating, relying entirely on her wolf to guide her. And something about that is so fucking endearing that I can't help but pause and admire her inner strength.

I press my lips to hers, praising her with a silent kiss.

Very good, mi tesoro, I think at her. You're so damn good.

She can't hear me; our bonds don't work that way. But I know she can sense my emotions, can feel the pride bursting inside me every time I look at her. My admiration. My devotion .

And I can sense her returning each emotion in kind.

She trusts me. Trusts this . And it's the most precious fucking gift that I can't help but thank her with my tongue.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I kiss her harder. Then she stills as my cock nudges her entrance. I can't imagine how big I feel to her, my bulbous head nearly the size of her fist.

But her body is made for this. For me .

"You'll be okay," I tell her, pressing into her tight entrance. "Just hold on, tesoro. Hold on to me and scream."

Her claws draw blood as I thrust forward, forcing her to take me.

I could go slow, but it would have prolonged the agony.

This will allow her to accept the burn all at once, to feel my girth as I push myself inside.

She unleashes her suffering against my mouth, her scream ripping me apart and making me still inside her as I allow her a few minutes to just breathe.

I'm not all the way in.

But I'm close.

Tears mar her pretty eyes, her cheeks flushed red with exertion.

"Shh," I hush her, my lips ghosting across hers. "It's okay. You're okay."

She whimpers in response, the sound clawing at my heart.

"I'm sorry, tesoro," I murmur. "I know it hurts."

She quivers, her eyes squeezing closed.

But at the same time, her insides clench around me.

She freezes.

Then does it again, her pussy gripping me like a vise and nearly drawing a growl from my chest.

Because fuck, that feels good.

She's already so damn tight that I'm struggling not to burst.

But now she's massaging my head with her inner muscles, taking me that much closer to the edge.

I reach down to massage my knot, my base nowhere near her entrance since I'm not all the way inside her yet. The sensation of my hand makes my muscles tense, but it allows me to stave off the heat mounting in my veins.

It's been so fucking long since I experienced an Omega's sweet heat.

And the first time I've ever embraced my mate .

I'm fucking boiling inside, ready to explode just with that knowledge alone.

That sensation only darkens as she intimately tightens around me again, her little body fucking torturing mine.

" Caja ," I groan, my forehead going to her neck. "Gods, tell me I can move. Please tell me to move." Because I need to fuck her. To show her how much her body can take. To shove us both into a state of oblivion.

She lifts her hips, taking more of me into her. My fist brushes her clit, causing her to jolt. Then she pumps up her lower half again and moans as my hand comes in contact with her sensitive bud once more.

I release my knot and move my thumb to her little bundle of nerves, stroking her as she welcomes even more of me into the sweet heaven between her thighs.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I praise. "So damn good, Caja."

I'm not going to be able to control myself for much longer.

Because she's fucking killing me here.

Her little body begins to move in earnest, sliding up and down my shaft, taking me as deep as she can from her position beneath me.

When she begins to whimper, I slide a little bit forward and growl when her pussy lips kiss the top of my knot.

" Tesoro . Tell me to move. Tell me to fucking move."

She grips my shoulders even tighter as she wraps her legs around my hips. "Take me, Alpha," she says, her voice clear, her eyes even clearer.

Because my Caja is still here.

She's not fully gone to her heat.

Not yet.

But she will be the moment my knot embeds inside her.

Keeping my thumb on her clit, I use my opposite hand to grab her hip. Then I angle her where I want her. "This is going to be hard and fast, tesoro. But I promise I'll make it up to you."

I don't give her a chance to respond before forcing the rest of my length into her sweet little cunt.

She arches and moans, her thighs tensing around me.

Then she screams as I begin to really move.

Pounding her into the mattress.

Claiming her with my body and ensuring she knows exactly who is fucking her.

My name leaves her pretty lips, then I silence her with my tongue and dominate her mouth.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Every inch of me is staking ownership over every inch of her, just as her soul is possessing my spirit, mind, and heart.

I belong to her.

And now she's going to belong to me.

Every scream. Every orgasmic shudder. Every moan.

I want it all.

I want her.

And I show her that with my hips, my cock, my tongue.

She's panting, crying, growling, and clawing.

I'm going to be a bloody fucking mess, and I don't care. Because I'll be her mess and she'll be mine.

My balls tighten, my knot threatening to burst.

It feels so damn good. So fucking right.

No one has ever made me this lightheaded with lust, this infatuated with a single look.

Caja is a goddess. My goddess. And I'm going to worship at her altar for the rest of my fucking existence.

I bury my face in her neck and clamp down around her pulse, marking her again . Biting her again . Ensuring she knows—that everyone fucking knows—she's mine.

This female.

This Omega.

This beautiful fucking wolf.

She stops breathing as my knot shoots out of me, her body freezing against mine, then tumbling into a fit of convulsing paradise as we both fall apart in unison.

Heat blasts through me. Over me. Into me.

Ripples of pleasure.

Quakes of intense sensation.

A union defined by our joined passion.

It's so fucking good. Feels so fucking amazing. And it doesn't stop .

I growl, my muscles tight as my seed continues to flow into her womb. There are ways to prevent pregnancy among our kind, but I don't have access to any of those tools right now. Nor do I want them.

Because I want her carrying our child.

I want this future.

I want her .

And when I pull back to stare down at my Omega, I can tell she wants it, too.

My Caja is still there, blinking in and out of her euphoric state.

"You're mine," I tell her gruffly. "My mate. My Omega. Mine ."

She exhales, her shoulders seeming to lose a weight I didn't even realize she was carrying. "Thank you," she breathes, her eyes falling closed as she pushes up against me once more. "Thank you, Enrique."

I brush my lips against her. "No, tesoro. Thank you." Because she's the treasure here. The gift. The one deserving of my gratitude, not the other way around.

But as her eyes open once more, I realize my Caja is no longer with me.

She's fully succumbed to her heat now, leaving a needy Omega behind.

My wolf hums inside, pleased. Because he knows exactly what we're going to do now.

We're going to satisfy our little mate until neither of us can walk.

Then we're going to do it all over again.

And again.

Until her heat subsides.

And once more… when my Caja finally wakes…