Oliver

The silver haired dragon growls as I whine, digging my sharp finger nails into the back of his wrist. I refuse to die without going down fighting. My legs swing and my foot hits him right in the crotch. His grip releases from my throat as I plunge feet through the air. I close my eyes expecting to meet my final end.

Instead, I feel arms catch me and turn me into a bridal style hold. Cautiously, I peek up at him with one eye. His glare is murderous but the grip on my shoulders and legs tells me if I try anything at all, then I’ll be in for some trouble.

I close my eyes shut tight. There is no way in hell, that I am going to suffer his wrath this high in the air. I had already accepted my inevitable fate and here he has thwarted my attempt.

The most I can do is close my eyes and pretend its not happening. Though with my body against his I can feel every mustle on his chest. Oh man, he feels nice. Wait.. I can’t be distracted now. I have to get this damn creature to release me. Yet any struggle I tried seemed to only make his nails claw into the skin on my shoulders.

“Do you honestly want to die?” His gruff bitter voice asked looking away from me as he flew through the sky. The sound of his dragon like wings the only other sound beyond the whirling of wind.

“I want you to unhand me.” I snarly barely able to hold back my own growl.

“Out of the the question.” Harshly he spat at me, taking his eyes off the sky to give me the same murderous amythist eyed glare. It took a huge effort for me to look away from his face. Of course this left me pressing my face into his muscular chest and inhaling his tintilizing scent.

How can one describe the scent of an oncoming storm by the sea? Thats what I inhaled and it gave me a shiver igniting this weird sensation of home. Home? How can a person I barely know thats kidnapping me give me such an impression. Never in my wildest dreams I would smell anything this good in my entire life.

Stop. I can’t give into my nature. Not like this. Not now. I needed to concentrate. This creature has threatened to end my life. He will though and it seems like he wants to make it long and slow as he hasn’t killed me as of yet.

Huffing in annoyance I close my eyes. My stomach dips as he does a quick swoop down. Due to my superior hearing, I can make out the loud twang of bells in the distance behind us. My kidnapping has in fact been noticed. The man of my dreams and kidnapper has swooped down just so that he would be harder to notice while flying around buildings in the city. Of course that doesn’t stop people from screaming and pointing at us.

My own claws dig into the strangers shirt, hearing the sound of ripping the gruff sound of annoyence comes from the stranger. I let out a whiper as the bastard takes off flying faster. Then we are off swooping into the midday sun. To say I’m clinging onto him for my dear life would be an understatement. I don’t even realize when but my canines become more pronounced and I taste iron in my mouth. I’ve just bitten into my own lip.

“Must you be so dramatic.” He gruffly hisses at me as he takes a sharp swoop lower toward the ground. A part of me wants to bite him right in the nose. With my stomach in knots its a bit harder to do. Then I hear and feel the sound of his feet hitting the ground.

Despite being aware his feet are on the ground my body is still against his. It isn’t until I hear another pair of footsteps that I curiously tilt my head away from his beautiful muscular chest and open my eyes to look at the approaching figure.

A green haired man with coal colored eyes three feet taller than my kidnapper is standing three feet away from us. Unlike the kidnapper, this new person appears to be wearing a cloak and a sleevless type of muscular shirt. His arm is has several intricate snake like tattoos and various old scars.

“’bout time.” His voice is more soothing than my kidnapper. His eyes narrow looking at me with a sudden glare. I find myself wanting scramble behind my kidnapper with that look of anger. “... An omega?”

Shit. They can smell me. How? The potions I take are meant to reduce the scent of my vesper half so that I am more untraceable. Then I remember being rudely awoken by Faye and being ordered to show up to the King’s Court for my next mission. Not wanting to leave the King waiting, I made a horrible decision and did not take the potion or eat breakfast this morning. Honestly I foolishly thought I could sleep in today.

As my natural unmedicated scenses take over, I can sniff the two of them out just as well. Right before me are two Alphas. Before I can really say anything my kidnapper looks down at me with a murderous glare.

“Retract your claws.”

Taking a deep breath, resisting the urge to claw down his muscular chest. I retract my claws from his skin leaving a bleeding wound which could take anywhere from hours to days to heal.

“Sorry.” Mummbling I look away from him pulling my own hands toward my own chest. His shirt has become quite shredded in the front. He huffs in response. A part of me has no idea why I am even apologizing to my kidnapper. I shouldn’t be so civil toward the creature who threatened to kill me.