The Alpha Dynasty (Sequel to MARKED FOR DESTINY) (Book 2 of 2)

6. Praise Given

When he entered the room, Draco was leaning back against the headboard and looking out of their window.  There was a faraway look in his eyes, and he was biting his bottom lip, as if he were troubled by something.  Harry stood where he was and just watched him.  He saw as Draco took a deep sigh.  He saw the way that he ran his hands over his face, how he leaned over and looked inside a brown paper bag.  He saw him take out vials of potions that the Healer had obviously prescribed for him in order to get better.

And then Harry knew they were going to be okay.  He had obviously been worried for nothing.  He could feel no worry or hurt coming from Draco, all he could feel was calm and, was that happiness?  He didn't want to let his lover know just yet that he was there, and so he just stood and kept looking at the vision of perfection that was right in front of him.  The man that belonged to him.  That they belonged to each other, and he was in heaven.  

A spike of arousal shot through his body, when Draco removed his shirt slowly, and sat up.  Just showing off one shoulder, with the shirt hanging around him.  After removing it fully, he pulled the bed covers off of him, and was sitting there in just his black lace knickers.  With his beautiful long legs crossed, he rubbed his feet and groaned at the feeling.  Just hearing Draco's voice was doing things to Harry.  Things like making his cock hard, and his heart beat faster.  Surely Draco knew that he was there and was putting on a show for him?

Draco leaned back, straightened his legs out and stretched in a way that only he knew how.  And it was when he opened his mouth to speak, that Harry knew that Draco knew he had been there all along.  "Harry my love.  Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to come and hold me?", he smirked.  Harry smiled, closed the door, and took off his jacket.  Throwing it on the couch, he moved slowly, taking his time to enjoy the sight of his lover on their bed.

"I can't stop looking at you Boo", he said.  "You are intoxicating", he said with a husky voice.  If anyone had told him a couple years ago, that he would be mesmerized by the beauty of Draco Malfoy, they would have earned themselves a one way ticket to Azkaban, or St. Mungo's, thought Harry.  But now.  Well now he could not imagine a day without his snarky, snobbish lover.  They seemed to compete each other.  

He removed all his clothes except for his tight fitting boxers, and climbed in beside Draco.  Taking hold of his face with one hand, he turned him so that they were looking at each other.  "Absolutely intoxicating", he said again, and smashed his mouth onto the precious lips of the man lying underneath him.  Groaning into the kiss, Draco let his hands roam the muscular body of Harry, never getting enough of him.  Never wanting to either.  He would want this on any given day, always.

Breaking the kiss, Draco looked up into Harry's eyes.  He knew the Alpha needed to taste him again, but what he had to tell him had to happen first.  "I know that look Harry, and I want you to want me always", he said.  Harry growled at him and kissed him again, this time slowly.  Wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer than ever before.  And when they broke apart again, panting, Draco spoke again.

"I want you too love.  But I have to tell you what the Healer said", declared Draco.  That got Harry's attention, but kissed him again anyway.  With a man this beautiful and wanting, you don't just stop kissing him.   He smiled against his lips when the kiss was over, and asked, "Is everything all right Boo?", and sat up against the headboard.

Draco felt the need to want to touch Harry, but he also felt that he needed to be standing for the news.  He didn't know why he had the feeling, only that it would be better that way for him.  He could feel so many emotions coming from the savior, but as he tried to focus on one at a time, he found that he couldn't.  Harry was calm, although his thoughts were all over the place, so he kissed him yet again, in an effort to keep him that way.  And Harry melted into his touch.

Ignoring his own feeling of wanting to stand, he placed his legs either side of Harry as if to sit on his lap.  Groaning at what he thought Draco was giving him, he pulled him down to his mouth, and kissed him, all the while with his hands on his thighs.  Draco pulled away, and still straddling him, started to speak.  And Harry wasn't going to interrupt, because by the gods, that sultry voice!

"You are my everything Harry.  My Alpha and my husband.  My lover and my friend.  My savior and my protector.  Without you in my life, I would have been nothing.  And so I want to thank you Harry.  For all your love, that you continue to give to me every day, and without asking for anything in return.  But you know that I will love you until the end of my days, don't you.  You know that I live and breathe only for you.   My heart and soul and my body, all belong to you, and you to me".

Harry had tears in his eyes, because these words were so damn beautiful and he didn't know what made Draco want to say them.  He was being given praise by his Omega.  And he would not talk back, he would wait and listen, and then when Draco was finished, he would say his piece.  He rubbed his hands along the slender legs of his husband on top of him, and kissed him on the chest.  Draco threw his head back, and put his fingers on Harry's shoulders.  

Still with Harry's mouth on him, he continued talking.

"I love the way I can fall apart just from your touch.  The way your hands can be so gentle and strong at the same time.  The way your tongue licks and kisses me in places that I never even knew existed.  The way your legs are strong enough to carry me to bed, and look so sexy in the muggle jeans that you wear".

The more Draco was talking, the more Harry was moving his mouth to kiss him all over.  Soft butterfly kisses, and when he felt the need, he would suckle on some skin, creating a love bite, marking him, claiming him again.  Draco kept talking and grinding into his cock, and Harry kept his hands on his arse, and carried on kissing him everywhere.

"I love how you are jealous of anyone who dares to even look at me.  And I want you to know, that no matter who does, they will never have my attention the way you do.  We made a promise to each other Harry, and I love the fact that you and I are married angel, and I absolutely love the fact that you can make me come in my pants from just a look.  Like a goddamn 14 year old", he chuckled, making Harry give out a throaty laugh, but still with tears brimming in his eyes.

"And I want you to know, that even if you want just a cottage, that's fine.  Wherever you are, that is my home Harry.  You are my home.  I also want you to know that I am pregnant.  With our babies", he finished, and kissed Harry on the mouth with such desperation that he never gave his husband a chance to speak any words.  Groaning that he had finally gotten out the words that he had been wanting to say forever, he just kept on kissing Harry, making the man beneath him moan.

And when Harry suddenly stopped kissing him passionately, he opened his eyes wide, only just realizing what Draco had said.

They were pregnant!