Alpha Dragon's Eagle (The Dragonfate Games Book 2), page 16
Images of Aquila’s performance flashed in my mind. Each one was like a direct jolt to my dick.
An idea struck me. I peeled away from Matteo.
“What’s wrong?” he asked breathlessly.
“Wait here,” I ordered.
I strode over to my sound system. I delicately picked out a vinyl from my collection, put it on the player, and cranked up the volume. As the needle dropped, the opening notes of Wings of the Sun enveloped the room.
Matteo’s eyes were wide as I resumed my position on top of him.
“Why are you surprised?” I asked with a grin.
His cheeks deepened in color. “I guess I shouldn’t be. I’ve just never fucked with my own music in the background.”
“First time for everything.”
As the chords progressed, I kissed Matteo savagely. We writhed against the mattress, arching our bodies together. The sound of Matteo’s music flooding the room drove me wild. I got fiercely hard hearing both his raw voice in the song, and his pleasured moans below me. My hoard was on blast, and I was making out with my fated mate—it was a dragon’s ultimate wet dream.
Suddenly, Matteo put a firm hand to my chest. I paused.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Matteo’s eyes flashed mischievously. “Do you want him?”
My heart lurched when I realized what he meant.
“Yes,” I blurted out. “I mean, you are him, but. Yes. A thousand percent.”
He leaned in and spoke roughly against the shell of my ear. “Then get on your knees, alpha.”
A ripple of arousal shot through my bloodstream. My heart thrashed in my chest as I threw myself on the floor obediently.
Matteo—or rather, Aquila—took his sweet time standing up from the bed. He was the star, and he was in charge now. I was just an obsessed fan groveling at his feet.
I stared up at him, starstruck. The sudden shift in his demeanor was striking. He felt like a completely different person.
The music dipped into a low, dark chord. Aquila glanced down at me. A shiver seized my spine.
“You want me?” Aquila asked.
I nodded, too awed to speak. From my spot on the floor, he towered over me, tall and imposing and so fucking hot.
“Say it.”
It was a demand, but a cool one, like he didn’t care if I complied or not. It was sexy as fuck.
“I want you,” I choked out. “So, so bad.”
He tilted his head, staring me down, then huffed derisively. “I’ve seen fans want it more.”
That sent me into a frenzy. I clawed at his pants in desperation, clinging to his legs like a pathetic freak.
“Please, please, let me suck your cock,” I begged.
Aquila smirked. “That’s much better.”
I threw my dragon’s dignity out the window. I became something baser, a creature even more primal and crazed—a fanboy.
Grabbing Aquila’s belt, I fumbled it free. I was about to toss it aside when he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
“I recognize you’re a lust-crazed whore, but do not throw that,” he warned. “Put it down nicely.”
My entire body melted.
“Yes, sir,” I said shakily.
“Good.”
My hands trembled like a baby deer as I placed the belt on the floor. Being scolded like that was a freakish turn-on. I wouldn’t have let anybody except my fated mate speak to me that way, but when he did it, my systems shut down. I was utterly at his mercy.
With the belt safely put aside, I stared up at him, waiting for his next order. But Aquila arched a brow. “Well?”
He sounded bored, like this was for my benefit instead of his—and that made my cock throb harder.
It was all an act, of course. I knew Matteo enjoyed this role play, too. That’s what made it so hot. Handing over my power and self-respect to my omega mate, and letting me worship him while he treated me like a pathetic groveling fan was such a smutty fantasy.
In the background, the music thrummed. The songs on Wings of the Sun were not distinct tracks. They melded seamlessly together in one hour-long journey. As the first track flowed into the second, I unzipped Aquila’s jeans and pulled them down to expose his tenting briefs. The scents hit me like a slap to the face—the rich, musky scent of cock combined with the addictive perfume of omega. It was all wrapped up together with Matteo’s natural, personal scent, and it drove me wild.
I groaned in pleasure, smearing my face against his straining underwear. The sensation of his hard cock pushing into my cheek made my dick throb. I mouthed the shape of his erection through the fabric mindlessly. I felt stupid with lust.
Aquila huffed. A second later, his fingers gripped my hair—firm, but not enough to hurt—and pulled me back.
“Too horny to blow me properly,” he remarked. “That’s cute.”
He angled my head, bringing it towards his cock again. I was close enough to smell, but not touch. The temptation frustrated me. I whimpered like an impatient, untrained dog.
Aquila smirked. “Since you’re such a big fan, I suppose I can help you.”
My eyes widened in excitement, and I nodded fervently. Whoever said dragons were dignified never met a really horny one.
Aquila teased me. He hooked his thumb into his waistband, then lowered it agonizingly slow. It felt like an eternity passed before his hard cock finally popped free of the underwear.
But when it did, the last of my brain cells vanished. All I knew was my mate’s cock hanging in front of my face.
I didn’t wait to latch on. Matteo’s salty, musky flavor exploded on my tongue. As I bobbed my head back and forth, I drooled on his dick. I felt it trickling down the corners of my mouth. I went breathless as I sucked him off. My moans and whines of pleasure were muffled by his fat length. It was an obscene display, but I didn’t give a shit. I was literally sucking Aquila’s cock. I fantasized about this exact moment a thousand times in my life. Many jerk-off sessions were fueled by the thought of scraping my knees on the ground as Aquila fucked my mouth.
Aquila’s hand curled around the back of my skull.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Let me use that pretty mouth of yours, dragon.”
A burst of arousal hit me like a sledgehammer. I moaned around his cock.
Aquila scoffed in amusement. “You like that?”
I whimpered affirmatively, nodding as best I could.
His fingers clenched my hair harder. My skin sizzled in anticipation. I wanted him to use me, to treat my mouth like a toy.
Aquila drew his hips back, then thrust into my mouth. It was so full that the choked sound that escaped me had nowhere to go.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he mumbled.
I sat on my knees obediently as Aquila face-fucked me. His pleasured moans layered over his music vocals in the background. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
But I didn’t want to come yet. I clamped my fingers around the base of my aching dick, refusing to let my impending orgasm escape. I had special plans for it.
“Fuck, this fanboy’s face-hole is hot,” Aquila muttered between huffs of breath. “I love using it as my own personal fuck toy...”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head with pleasure. I wanted to moan, but Aquila’s cock stretched my mouth and choked me every other second, mangling the sound. My chin was coated in spit and pre-cum. I wanted him to release every single drop down my throat.
He suddenly tensed. Hissing, he grabbed the back of my head with both hands. The rhythm of his thrusts intensified, pumping faster and harder until his body seized, and he let out a scream that overpowered the music.
His voice was so fucking hot, I nearly came, but clamped down on myself to stop it. It was even more difficult since Aquila emptied himself in my mouth. Hot, thick cum poured down my throat in jets.
I saw stars as he finally pulled away. He braced against the bed and breathed in big, hard gulps.
“Fuck, that was everything...” he said, short-winded. Then he grasped my shoulders gently. “Shit, Thystle, are you okay?”
I smirked as I wiped my mouth on the back of my arm. “Oh, don’t worry about me. That was only one of the top ten moments of my life.”
Matteo exhaled. “You scared me for a second. I thought I’d asphyxiate you by accident.”
“I dunno, death by blowing Aquila sounds like a good way to go.”
He rolled his eyes, flashing me a grin. “Pervert.”
“Yeah. I’m about to be.”
As the high of being Aquila’s fuck-toy ran out, I slipped right into a second high. My alpha dragon instincts, energized by the little nap, exploded. I snatched Matteo like a predator catching my prey and pinned him to the bed. My raging erection dripped pre-cum all over his belly.
I licked my lips. Now, that was a delicious sight. I snaked my hand across Matteo’s flat belly, smearing my droplets against his skin. He shuddered beneath me.
“You look divine like this,” I growled. My dragon soul lay flush beneath the surface of my human form. Parts of my draconic shift slipped through, like my voice and fangs.
And, of course, the desire to breed my mate.
I lowered my face to kiss the soft skin of Matteo’s belly. “Since I already bred you, my egg is growing here. Soon you’ll be swollen with it.” I planted another trail of kisses. “But I’m not satisfied with that. I’m going to fuck you senseless. I’m going to breed you, over and over, until your hole is stretched and raw and leaking my cum.”
Matteo released a tiny gasp of anticipation. His cheeks flushed a deep color as he nodded.
Another rough growl escaped between my dragon fangs. “When you’re pregnant and irresistible, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
Matteo’s mouth curved into a grin. “I don’t see a problem with that.”
“Good. Because you’re mine.”
I couldn’t hold my instincts back any longer. As I leaned forward, I felt my dragon fangs jut to their full length. They itched with the need to pierce my fated mate’s skin, to claim him.
Matteo’s eyes flashed when he saw them. “Are you going to bite me with those?”
I hesitated. “Is... that okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just going to make me hard again.”
I heaved a sigh of relief, then laughed. “Oh, no. What a big problem.”
Matteo raised a finger to curiously touch the blunt part of my fang. “Is this a dragon thing? Biting your mate?”
“Yes. But it won’t hurt,” I promised. “I don’t know how it works exactly, but it releases a kind of hormone that increases your pleasure.”
Matteo nodded. “I figured. I was mostly curious since my animal form doesn’t have fangs. They’re novel and sexy to me.”
I growled as I nuzzled his cheek. “You’d better only find my fangs sexy.”
Matteo arched a brow as he wrapped his arms around my neck. “I assumed that was obvious. Now, bite me already.”
As he spoke, he wriggled his ass invitingly. He must’ve felt my cock twitching against his entrance. His hole was slippery with omega slick. I had no trouble angling my hips and pushing the tip of my cock inside him.
I recognized the last song on the album nearing its conclusion. Aquila’s voice in the background built, rising higher and higher to a peak I knew was coming. While he sang, I brought my lips to Matteo’s neck and inched my cock deeper into his ass. My heart raced. I parted my mouth and readied my hips.
Simultaneously, I bit down on Matteo’s neck and buried my cock into him.
Aquila’s voice hit a crescendo. Not just in the song, but also straight from my mate’s mouth. The mirrored sounds of Matteo’s raw, unbridled scream sent me over the edge. I sank my fangs deeper as I came, pleasure exploding in my body’s every nerve. I pumped Matteo full of my seed. Wave after wave of hot dragon cum flooded his ass until I was fully spent.
I unhooked my fangs from Matteo’s neck. They receded back to normal human teeth. I pulled out of him slowly, both embarrassed and satisfied at the amount of leftover cum that spilled out of him. Mine wasn’t the only fluid present, either. Judging by the streaks of white across his belly, Matteo had finished for a second time.
“Might be time to invest in waterproof sheets,” Matteo remarked.
I laughed. Even during a moment like this, he was practical. I laid next to him and kissed his cheek.
“You’re right,” I said. “I love you, by the way.”
He blushed, like he hadn’t expected that. “I love you, too, Thystle.”
I nuzzled closer, purring with giddiness. “I love you the most. Don’t fight back.”
My mate grinned and stroked my hair. “Fine, but only because you’ll bite me if I refuse.”
“You liked it.”
“I did.”
Closing my eyes, I nestled against Matteo. I wanted to be as close as possible to him. He sighed softly as he curled into my chest, and I instinctively put my arms around him. The scent of his sweet breath and warm body allured me.
“Thystle,” Matteo said. “Can I ask something about your brother?”
I raised a brow. “Not the post-sex discussion I expected, but sure, go for it.”
“Cobalt said something strange earlier,” Matteo mused.
I yawned as I pressed my cheek to his. “He says a lot of strange things.”
Matteo shook his head thoughtfully. “What did Cobalt mean he said you might ‘throw your life away’?”
“Oh. That.” I sighed, trying to untangle the family drama in my head. “Remember how I wanted to attend the TalonStorm concert? Well, to do that, I had to leave the island. Since I wasn’t an adult yet, I wasn’t allowed.”
Matteo sounded surprised. “You weren’t allowed to leave? But you’re dragons. You have wings.”
A wry smile quirked the corner of my mouth. As an eagle shifter, Matteo understood the intrinsic urge to fly better than ground-dwelling shifters. One more reason he was my perfect mate.
“Yes. But Cobalt thought that just because we could fly, didn’t mean we should.”
Matteo shook his head. “I don’t understand. You were almost seventeen. It wasn’t like you were an immature fledgling.”
I closed my eyes as I nestled against him. “It was Cobalt’s way of keeping us safe. Since he’s the oldest, he considers it his responsibility.” I paused. “And he had a good reason for being cautious. There was an... incident with one of my other brothers.”
“What happened?” Matteo asked.
I was quiet for a moment since I didn’t know how to explain it, or if I even should. Matteo took my silence as hesitation. He caressed my face softly.
“I don’t mean to pry,” he said. “If I’m your mate, then we’re family. So, I want to know your brothers, too.” In a lighter tone, he added, “Maybe once we stop having sex all the time, I can finally meet them.”
I chuckled. “Trust me, you will. But less sex isn’t an option.” I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Do you remember the closing ceremonies last season?”
“Yes. You and your brothers were all there.”
“Not quite,” I corrected. “One was missing. My brother, Viol.”
Matteo’s brows raised. “I didn’t realize. He’s not interested in the Games?”
“That’s the thing. He is interested. At least, he seems to be. But nobody ever really knows what he’s thinking, so...” I trailed off with a shrug. “He wasn’t always like that. I remember him being nice when I was little. But he left the island as a teenager, and when he came back, he wasn’t the same.”
“Was he hurt?” Matteo asked, brows knitted in sympathy.
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “He’s never told anyone the whole story. All we can do is guess. That’s why Cobalt banned the younger dragons from leaving the island without a damn good reason until we were older.”
Matteo tapped his forearm, alluding to Cobalt’s scars. “And why he challenged you to prove your will?”
“Yes. Even back then, I knew you were mine, even if nobody else believed me.”
Matteo blushed, then sighed. “Geez. All because of a TalonStorm concert.”
“Hey, it was important to me,” I argued, pouting.
He laughed softly and kissed my cheek. “I know. Just think. Now you’ll have private concerts with Aquila any time you want, and you don’t even have to leave your bedroom.”
I grinned. “And I get to suck you off whenever I want? This is paradise.”
Twenty-One
Matteo
The closing ceremonies went off without a hitch. Gaius did his hosting duties by cheerfully rounding out the second successful season of the Dragonfate Games. He announced me as the winner, then drummed up interest in season three. As Gaius proclaimed us the fated couple, my fellow contestants-turned-friends all cheered from the front row. Muzo was the loudest, as usual, but Alaric seemed genuinely pleased at my success, and Poppy raised his voice above a whisper, so that was a win in my book.
But there were also a pair of familiar faces who showed up to support us. Taylor and Crimson sneaked into the crowd with Ruby in tow. My heart lifted to see them. It was nice not just to see Taylor, but to see him so happy. There was a light in his eyes that wasn’t there before he got together with Crimson.
I breathed a sigh of relief once the ceremony finished. Being in the spotlight was easier as Aquila. I’d have to get used to it after years of hiding myself away in the background.
Another thing I wasn’t used to was the swath of friends who swarmed me. Muzo led the pack, enthusiastic as always.
“Dude, that was awesome! Gaius was all like, ‘these two found their fated mates during the Games’, and well, duh, your performance last night was so cool, of course you won.”
Alaric snorted. “You know Matteo didn’t win the Games based on his singing talent, right?”
“Yeah, but it still ruled,” Muzo pointed out.
Sighing, Alaric turned to me. “Congratulations, Matteo. You deserve it.”
