Chapter 10
Nyxeris
Once the words leave his mouth, we both freeze, eyes wide and staring at each other. A flicker of confusion crosses his face, his brow pinches just a touch.
My hand flies to the side of his face without thinking, the pad of my thumb rubbing along his smooth cheek. His eyes snap back to mine a second before his body drops, pinning me to the bed, parted lips to mine.
I sigh, my mouth opening to receive his probing tongue, whine building again in my chest. This time, when it escapes my throat, Zephyr’s whine meets it, mingling as an erotic song, sighs and moans the chorus.
My fingers tangled in his hair, he grows hard against my pussy. My hips tilt upward of their own accord, seeking to rub along his length as my whole body shudders.
When Zeph’s lips back away, I seek him again, but his forehead and nose rest against mine like a barrier. His eyes remain closed, his breath fans across my wet lips.
“Nyx, darlin’,” he breathes, “what’s happening?”
Heat, the voice in my head whispers.
His eyes shoot open then squint in question at me.
“Did you…?” I swallow hard. “Did you hear that?”
Zephyr seems to concentrate on something, his whole face growing taut as he sits up on his knees and peers down at me.
His teeth sink into that plump bottom lip again, and he blinks before scooping his hand beneath my back, pulling my chest to his, and flipping us so he’s on his back, and I’m straddling his hips, sitting on him fully.
His expression is serious as he peers up at me, one hand gripping my hip, the other grasping my fingers. When he speaks, it’s airy and quiet. “I don’t think I can control myself with you.”
I tilt my head at him, brows furrowed. “Why would you have to?”
He groans, his hips pop up against my core, then fall back down to the mattress. “I’m not…” He swallows, takes a deep breath. “I’m not like other male Omegas.” His voice is pained as he says it, and pressure builds in my chest. I run my other hand down to cover his on my hip.
His head tilts back, revealing his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m big,” he whispers. “Tall, muscular, and—” he cuts himself off, pulling me into his hips and grinding against me with a groan that ends on a sigh. “For all those traits, I’m still an Omega.”
I wince, finally able to voice the question that’s been hovering in the back of my mind. “Do you… do you wish you weren’t an Omega?”
He stills beneath me, and a moment of panic overtakes my form, but he sighs and lets his head fall to one side as he looks across the room at the vacant bed that once belonged to Mira.
“I never questioned my designation until I came here. I’d never been around others so freely.
Anyone I interacted with at length in Tenebrosa was a Beta.
Any of the other prisoners…” his head shakes, lips purse.
He looks back up at me. “Being an Omega doesn’t bother me as much as the thought that I can’t give you what you want. What you need.”
“What do you mean?”
His silence feels like an eternity. Then: “I can’t produce life.”
I do my best to school my reaction. These monsters took his uterus, and as an omega, he has no sperm. But he has no idea...
“Can I confess something?”
“Anything.”
“I’ve never wanted children.”
He blinks.
“It’s true,” I say, head shaking. “Even before I found out I was Cursed, I never wanted children. I wanted love, sure, but motherhood never appealed to me.” A bitter laugh bursts from my lips.
“I never told anyone that before. As a Cursed, it was never expected I’d have children unless forced to in a lab setting—” My words cut off, and I turn my fearful eyes down on him.
“It’s okay, darlin’. You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me.” His hand rubs my hip. “Go on.”
Swallowing hard before continuing, the words just fall from my lips. “I never confessed this selfish desire to just be with a male who loved me forever. Just… us.”
My vision swims at the confession that my family would have said was ridiculous if I’d never discovered my power. They would have chosen an Alpha mate for me, went to the local Council for approval, and married me off to him, making me someone else’s financial burden.
Zeph pulls me down to him, rests my head beneath his chin as he wraps his arms around me. In his tight embrace, tears slipping from my eyes to his bare chest, he says, “I can give you that. I will love you forever. Just us.”
I sigh without meaning to.
He stills. “What’s wrong?”
“It may be just us, Zeph.”
His fingers run along my spine, up and down in a soothing motion. “What’s the issue with those two?”
I huff, rub my face into his sternum, take in his scent and let it wash peace over me. “Erich is a stubborn man. Always has been. And I guess Laurant is, too, in his own way.”
“Tell me about them.”
A humorless laugh builds in my chest. “Erich is a pyromancer—but I think you knew that already. And Laurant, he’s empathic but can also sometimes wordlessly share his thoughts.”
“I meant, tell me about them as people. What are they like?”
Ah. I hug Zeph tighter. “Erich has basically been my stalker since I arrived at the juvie facility,” I whisper.
“He’s watched me, never getting too close, but always…
there. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it until he was moved here ahead of me, and I was without him for a couple of years.
” Heaviness builds in my chest at the memory of him no longer following in my shadow.
The pain of realizing how much I’d missed him.
“When I finally caught up to him, I thought for sure he’d be happy to see me.
Maybe even talk to me for once.” I huff.
“I wasn’t asking for him to mate me, just… ”
“Show he cared?”
More unbidden tears as I nod against his skin.
“At orientation, I met Laurant. He froze at the sight of me, like a deer in headlights. And I thought for sure that he’d—” I choke on a sob, wipe at my eyes furiously.
“But it was more of the same. He stayed away from me, never wanting to be anywhere alone with me. Just like Erich.”
Zephyr crushes me firmly in his embrace, hushing me softly, his fingers in my hair, his lips on my forehead. “That’s why you called to me, even though I’d been following you at a distance. You knew they wouldn’t approach me, either.”
I nod against his chest again. The thought of Zeph going through what I have...
“Oh, Nyx,” he breathes against my forehead.
“I’m sorry I didn’t go to you. I did what those feckers have done because I was frightened.
” His head shakes slow, lips still against my skin.
“I swear, I will never ignore you. I would never abandon you.” He coaxes my face upward to look at him, his pale eyes are tearful and so serious they steal my breath.
“If it’s you and me against the world forever, so be it. ”
I pull my body up his, my mouth seeking his lips like polarized magnets.
As wild as the thought is, there’s only one way I can adequately express what that sentiment means to me.
I sit back up on his hips and pull my shirt off, drop it to the floor as my hair whips about my face and shoulders.
His breath catches, his eyes roam my chest, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip.
I let my hands run from his defined pecs to his rippling stomach, slow and soft, watch him shudder beneath me.
Our perfumes bloom again, mingling and melding into one delicious scent that draws whines from both our chests, and I bear down on his hardening cock with a groan, loving the feel of his length along my core.
“Nyx,” he whines, and his lilac and cherry scent puffs up from below me in an overwhelming cloud that makes my mouth water. And I realize, he’s producing slick. The thought makes my hips tingle, then my clit, and as a fresh whine rips from my throat, slick gushes from my core, ready and yearning.
It’s not a breath later that Zephyr flips us over, sending me to my back on the mattress again where he moves me, pulling my hips to the edge of the mattress, my legs dangling off the side when his fingers make quick work of the fly on my jeans, pulling them down my thighs, off my feet, and throwing them over his shoulder.
He inhales deeply, those lilac eyes of his going dark, his pupils dilating in the most sensual way.
When he falls to his knees on the floor, his face just above my covered pussy, we groan together before his fingertips slide from my knees to the hem of my panties.
He rubs the side of his face against my inner thigh, and I can’t stop myself from whining again, hiccuping at the end when his fingers curl around the elastic band and pull my panties from my core.
My scent overwhelms the room, no longer mingling gently with Zeph’s but overpowering his scent, like demanding attention.
“Oh, Nyx,” he breathes. “Darlin’. Your pussy’s been neglected too long.
” He tsks, his head shaking slow. “Look at this.” His fingers land on my opening, and I cry out, legs spreading as far apart as I can get them.
“Such a tiny hole.” His fingertips probe gently, the sound of my wet flesh being invaded echoes along the barren walls of my room, and I whine again, sighing. Needing.
Zephyr rises to his feet, his eyes drag from my core to my face, and his head tilts. “That tight pussy…” He trails, his gaze flicking upward in thought before he undoes his pants and yanks them down his legs then kicks them away.
When he stands up straight again, a gasp escapes my lips, my eyes zero in on his cock.
It’s… huge.
I hadn’t expected that, but then… I think he tried to warn me.
I push myself into a sitting position, just barely on the edge of the bed with my legs spread, that stiff flesh right in front of my face, and do what comes to mind in the moment. I stick my tongue out and lick the tip of his dick, drawing a visceral hiss from Zeph.
Then I grip the base and slide his dick between my tight lips, making his knees bend on a groan.