Blythe

Feverishly, my fingers trail through the soft tufts of the assassin’s hair. Heart aching nearly beating through the ribs of my body. Here he is. The mate that the land offers to me. His eyes flashing a dare at me. I could press my lips into his soft moist ones. Though I know he only mentions the kiss as a distraction from the questions I desire to ask.

“I’ll kiss you if you tell me, why the King choose you as his personal blade.” Despite how little this Vesper wishes to share with me, I must have some answers. Knowing nothing about my mate sends ripples of pain through my heart. Needing a crumb of information for myself and my country. Without knowing much of anything I can’t ensure that I can even try to keep him safe.

His beautiful eyes narrow at me, body turning stiff. I can tell he’s resisting any and all knowledge. The scent of him driving my body into overdrive while my mind attempts to stay on task.

“It was easy.” Replying somberly, he blinks at me as his claws dig into the flesh of my chest. Apparently each question comes with a physical pain. Luckily there is a regeneration ability that runs in my blood so the scratches will heal in a few hours much like the ones he previously left on me.

Easy. Nothing about this Vesper Assassin is easy. He is willing to fight tooth and nail not to offer any details about himself. Yet I did offer a deal in order for the information he  gave me. Carefully, I tilt my head and press my lips onto his arm one. The electricity between us has my entire body aching for more. I can feel his body slowly grinding against me.

His heat is in full swing, I can smell him feel him. I pull him closer by tugging on his hips until he is in my lap. Gently pulling away from the kiss. He shudders in my lap, my bulge hitting his thigh.

“There must be something I can call you.” I insist as my nose presses against his once again. He’s breathing hard, chest visible as it rises and falls. He’s so light as if he hasn’t had a good meal in a long time. Even though his mask no longer covers his face, nothing about his features gives away anything about him.  The lingering sensation of having his lips on mine drawing me to wanting to press a longer and deeper one.

I see him biting his lip as he tries to think of a way out of the question. The far off gaze of his split colors eyes one amber and one emerald gives me the impression that he’s in deep thought. I give him all the time he needs even as another shudder of pain rolls through him. The split desperation between never uttering a name and giving into what I want is there. He’s kind of cute like this. Much less of a cold murdering psychopath that I expected. I’ve meet assassins before in my line of work but they appear far more emotionless than this Vesper sitting in my lap.

“Oliver.” The assassin cautiously mumbles in a nearly inaudible whisper. A large part of me glad I caught it. Unlike some other Vesper, Dragons don’t have super hearing.

At last something to call him. The Dragon inside me purrs. My lips press into his capturing his mouth. Mine. He is all mine. This divine delicious Omega belongs to me. As our tongues battle for dominance and his hips grind slowly against mine. Running my hands down his back, I reach down and cup his soft round ass. The gathering storm in my mind unleashing as I can not hold back my own pheromones any longer. They flood the cave mixing and mingling with Oliver’s. He moans against me as his nails dig deeper and deeper into my chest. Then his nails retract all at once as if he can feel my pain.

Leaning away out of breath, part of me is eager to just pin him down on the cave floor and completely take ownership of his body. It’s like for the first time my soul and my dragon have this connection, that we are bound together. This Vesper connects us both almost like he is a missing part of my soul. The feeling is so strange.

When I look into his eyes this time, something is strange. The pupils in his eyes are diamonds, they glow with a feint teal unnatural glow.

“Blythe.. More..” Cries hungrily his fingers rubbing up and down my chest. Warm vibrations shoot through my body.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask as I cup the side of Oliver’s face with my hand, smoothing my thumb over his cheek.

“Please…Alpha.” He groans and thats when I notice the haze in his eyes. He’s in full heat now. Not a brain cell in sight. ‘

Is this what I want?’ I think for a fraction of a second. The assassin who killed my brother do I want to mate with him? Is it worth it all to me. My mind is reeling as I try to mentally weigh the options all while my dick is challenging me. I want to fuck him. I need to fuck him. My body is is craving him. My emotions are twisting like a cyclone. Its the mewl of desperation calling out to me that secures my decision.

I lift him by the hips shifting us so that I am hovering above him and his back is flat against the floor. I press a kiss into his lips as my hands travel to undo the buckle on his pants.

“Are you ready, Oliver?” I whisper to him as my fingers peel open his pants.

His face is a light shade of pink. I can tell he’s never been this vulnerable with another person in his entire life. The desperate plea his body sings as a song right into my soul has me ensuring I have his consent entirely before this goes any further. I wont be able to stop once it starts.

“…Fuck me..Blythe.” He begs as his hand touches the side of my face. That is all the encouragement I need. This delicious Omega will be mine and no one will stop me.