Chapter 29 Zaria
ZARIA
Imean what I'm telling him, too. Not because this past week Callum has given me more pleasure than I thought humanly possible, but since putting me in that room, he has treated me better than I have been treated in a long time.
He makes me feel beautiful and desired, and that alone makes me want to cook his favorite foods, do things to show my appreciation, like pleasuring him.
I undo his belt and unbutton his pants.
I slowly pull down the zipper, teasing him with a smile. He lifts his hips slightly as I slide his pants down, then his boxer briefs.
His cock springs free, already half-hard just from the anticipation.
I wrap my hand around the base and start stroking him slowly, my thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the precum that's starting to gather there. I watch his cock grow rock hard, mesmerized by how beautiful it is.
I bite my bottom lip, thinking of all the things I want to do to it.
Then I lean forward and take him into my mouth.
"Oh fuck," he groans.
My tongue swirls around the head as his hand finds my hair.
I take him deeper, making sure he feels my warm, wet mouth all over him.
I look up as I suck, keeping eye contact as he watches me.
Without breaking his gaze, I push him in deeper, gagging. He licks his lips and bucks his hips.
I pull back. "You like that, don't you. When I gag on you?"
His cock twitches in my hand. "I'll take that as a yes."
He grips my hair and pushes me gently back down over him.
He starts moving his hips more, fucking my throat. I gag over and over, only stopping when I need air.
I tell myself to relax, to breathe out my nose.
Drool flows out the sides of my mouth as I deepthroat him, but I do not care. He is fucking my face, and I love it so much I squeeze my thighs together, feeling my wetness.
I do not stop sucking. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder and harder.
"That's it," he says, pulling his cock out, making me lick his shaft as he slides it over my lips.
"You want to be a good girl and swallow my come?" he asks.
I shake my head. "Yes. I want everything you have," I say, and it is true.
He pushes his cock back into my mouth and brings both hands around my head, gripping my hair into a makeshift ponytail, then thrusts forward.
I feel him swelling in my mouth as I make the gagging noises I am learning he likes.
His salty precum flows out and coats my tongue, so I know he is close.
I grab him and twist my hands around his shaft as I suck.
"I'm going to come," he growls.
I don't stop, my hands moving in motion with him fucking my mouth.
He starts breathing quickly, and his body tenses.
Seconds later, warm, hot, sticky come fills my mouth, and I act as his good girl and swallow every drop.
His hands leave my hair and fall beside him as he rides out his orgasm.
I keep my rhythm, sucking the tip, pulling everything from him and taking every last drop.
When he starts shaking from being too sensitive, I stop and lean back, wiping my mouth and pushing what is left from the corners of my lips over my tongue to swallow it.
I pull his pants up, buckle his belt, grab his drink, hand it to him, and sit beside him, happy as can be.
"Can I?" he asks, rubbing my leg.
"No." I shake my head. "Like I said, it's all about you tonight. Now I just want to lay on you and watch the game."
He smiles, and I cuddle in next to him and do exactly that.
After about an hour or two, I have a hard time keeping my eyes open.
Suddenly, the TV goes off.
"Hey, it's not over!" I say, sitting up.
"It's over," he says. "Come on, you're tired. Let's head to bed."
"Are you sure? I can stay up."
"I'm sure. Sleeping next to you or watching the game isn't a hard choice. Let's go."
We crawl into bed, and I really am tired. It was super stressful making his dinner, even though it was not that hard. I just cared so much.
I rest my head on his chest and squeeze him tightly.
I am starting to feel at home here with him.
So I'm not surprised that I drift off to sleep feeling happy and safe in his arms.
When I wake up, Callum is still sleeping.
That is a first, and it makes me happy. Hopefully his favorite food, whiskey, and everything else helped relax him, because I know he needs rest. He works so much.
On that note, I decide I don't want to risk waking him, so I sneak out of his bed, quietly shutting the door behind me.
I walk back to my room, pull clothes from my dresser, and head into the bathroom.
I set my clothes on the counter and turn on the shower.
Just as I am about to undress, I hear a phone ring.
At first, I think I am hearing things, but then I hear it again.
I open the bathroom door and stick my head out.
I hear it again.
Confused, I step out into the bedroom, and when it rings for the fourth time, I follow it to a white phone hanging in the corner.
Callum has the same one in his room. He uses it to make some calls and order food from Linda or speak with his staff, so maybe someone is calling me since they know he's still asleep.
Breakfast, maybe, because they heard me up?
I walk over and pick it up.
"Hello," I say in a cheerful tone. "Good morning."
"Sister Omega," the voice says, and my hand braces the wall to catch me from falling as I register whose voice it is.
The room spins slightly. This can't be.
My stomach drops, my muscles tense, and a tremor overtakes my hands.
No. No, no, no.
"The Morrígan is disappointed in you, daughter.
I swallow bile in my throat on the verge of throwing up.
How did he find me?
"How—" I start, but my voice cracks. "How did you—”
"Now we must please her," he continues, ignoring me completely, the way he always does when he's already decided my fate.
I squeeze my eyes shut, the room tilting.
He knows where I am.
The thought makes my skin crawl. Has he been watching this whole time? Did he see me leave the ritual? Did he let me run?
"We have Callum's mother."
The words hit me like a fist to the chest.
Cormac has her.
It’s my fault. It has to be.
"Come to the Old Ruins alone, or she dies, and Callum becomes an orphan because of you," he shouts the last word.
"What? No. Please."
The line goes dead. Cormac hangs up.
I barely manage to hang up the phone before I start dry heaving and the tears begin to flow.
I run into the bathroom, shut the door, and cry into my robe. I do not want anyone to hear me, especially Callum.
I am scared, confused, angry, all at once. This was my one shot to have a good life with someone I feel I'm starting to care and connect with, who actually appreciates and accepts me, and now it's all gone.
My deep-rooted thoughts come flooding back in.
I knew I didn't deserve this. I was not good enough for it.
I am cursed, and now I've brought this curse to Callum's family.
I put my hand to my forehead and look at myself in the mirror.
What am I going to do?
I pace the bathroom, unable to stop my tears.
Suddenly, I swear I hear a noise and freeze. I listen over the running water. I shake my head. No, it's nothing, I'm just spiraling.
I rub my forehead. I don't even know how they could have got her, but Cormac has done things before even I thought were impossible.
I don’t even know how they could have got her, but Cormac has done things before even I thought were impossible.
And I know exactly what he’s capable of doing, too.
I imagine her tied to an altar. The knife. The blood. The things he did to me, he'll do to her.
I can’t let that happen.
If there’s no way out for me, I can try and fix it. Maybe I can trade my life for Callum's mother. I can make sure he at least has her.
I deserve this fate. This is what I was meant for. My happiness is knowing he will be happy having his mother alive and unharmed, especially after what the Order did to his father. I do not want any more pain to come to him or his family.
I need to go. I need to go now. But how? How do I leave?
I turn the shower off and throw on the jeans and a shirt I grabbed. My hands shake so badly it takes me too long to even button my pants.
I grab the same notepad and pen I used to draw the map for Callum and write what I can think to say. It’s not what I would want to say, it’s what I think will keep him away and safe.
I can’t question my decision, every second I waste is another moment I risk Cormac killing Callum's mother, and I know he will do it without a second thought.
My hands shake so badly the pen keeps slipping.
I rip the page from the notepad and fold it twice, my tears smudging the ink on the edges.
I set it on the dresser where he will see it.
I grab my shoes and sit on the edge of the bed to put them on. My fingers fumble with the laces.
Breathe. Just breathe.
But I cannot.
The air feels too thick, like I am drowning in it.
I stand and look around the room. This was supposed to be my second chance. My new life. This was the room, the house, where I was supposed to rediscover Zaria again, but now I'm Sister Omega once again.
I was never meant to keep good things. I was meant to be the cost.
I let myself cry one more time, then I wipe my face and prepare myself for what comes next.