Chapter 19 Jabari #4
And she made the next move. The nest had a covering around it that Nyx grabbed and bunched up, then tied me up with them. My dick was throbbing, the small Prince Albert ring at the underside of the head tugging when I twitched for her. Her perfume surrounded us in its sweet peachy scent.
I groaned cursing myself in my head as she went down my body, kissing her way to my dick, lips brushing the cool ring first. I wanted so badly to be inside of her. But she was in charge right now.
I could break these ties, but I had something to prove to my little omega. She nipped my hip with her sharp teeth and I bit back a harder moan.
“You can hurt me like I hurt you,” I muttered. “Stab me while you fuck me and let me bleed out. I’d happily die deep inside your pussy.”
I didn’t really know what I was mumbling while she teased me. I just knew that if it were life and death, I would gladly die for her. My knife sat in its holster on my hips and she grabbed it.
She cut away my clothes that were in the way, nicking me as she did it. When she pulled away, I held back a growl, straining against her restraints.
“Please,” I begged. I’d never done that in my life but the way I wanted to submit to my omega and bring her genuine passion was overriding all the other bullshit in my mind.
Nyx took the knife and stuck it in my side.
I groaned and my dick throbbed, the Prince Albert ring catching the light as I jerked upright, veins prominent.
Her eyes flicked to the metal, quick and sharp, before she swung lower and plopped it right in her mouth, lips sealing around skin and cool ring together, sucking so hard, my back lifted off the nest.
I panted as she climbed on top of me. She dragged the knife free from my side, slow enough to make me feel every inch of it, blood following in its wake.
Then she lifted it, pressing the edge to my throat, and I stilled.
If she wanted to kill me at this moment, I wouldn’t protest. She deserved that and anything else she wanted from me.
“Fuck me, Jabari,” she moaned surprising me.
I thrust inside of her, and the ring at the underside of my head brushed her slick with the first push, making her gasp.
She bounced on my dick, her screams radiating off the walls, and every time she slammed down the metal dragged a new sound out of her throat.
Over and over I gave her my dick as hard as she begged me.
The knife slipped lower, cutting up my collarbone as my omega lost control of her limbs.
She slammed down and before I was ready my knot twisted deep inside of her. I felt three things simultaneously as white hot pleasure ran through me. The knife stabbing me in my upper chest. My knot locking deep inside of my omega.
Her teeth sank deep into my neck as I roared my climax out knowing that we were changed. My alpha was content and settled for the first time in my life as I lay there bleeding all over the blankets.
Nyx tried to scramble back to see the damage, but we were locked together and she couldn’t. She let out a high-pitched whine that had the door exploding open. Elijah stood in the doorway panting.
He took in the scene before him. His eyes widened in shock.
“Oh, fuck.”
Elijah’s gaze snapped to Nyx first, not me, because he understood what mattered. His hands were already moving, and the hard calm in his face told me this wasn’t a panic.
It was a problem, and he treated it.
“Nyx,” I said first, keeping my voice level. “Do you want Kairo in here or out in the hall.”
The blade burned where it sat in me.
Not the clean kind of pain either. Deep. Wet. My pulse pushed against the steel like my body hadn’t figured out yet that the knife wasn’t supposed to be there.
And somehow that still wasn’t the first thing my brain cared about.
Nyx’s hand was still on the knife.
Her eyes were on me.
That mattered more.
I should’ve been angry.
Should’ve taken the weapon away, should’ve stopped her the second I felt the steel slide in.
Instead I stayed where I was.
Let her have it.
Because the truth settled heavy in my chest the second it happened.
I deserved it.
Hell… I’d earned worse.
She’d spent weeks learning how to exist around me without flinching. Learning how to breathe in the same room as the man who’d taken her autonomy and called it protection.
If the only way she could take that power back was by driving steel into my ribs…
Then I’d take the damn blade.
Blood was already running warm down my side, soaking into the sheets beneath us.
Didn’t matter.
What mattered was the way she was looking at me.
Not afraid.
Not small.
Alive.
And the realization hit me slow and ugly in the middle of all that pain.
I’d just taken a knife and the only thing I was worried about was whether she felt safe afterward.
Christ.
That should’ve told me everything.
I could bleed out right here and I’d still be grateful she trusted me enough to hold the knife in the first place.
Yeah.
I was already too far gone for this woman.
And I wasn’t even mad about it.
She swallowed, her eyes fixed on me.
“Hall,” she whispered.
“Kairo,” I called, my voice sharp and steady without needing to rise. “Stay in the hall, and keep your instincts on a leash.”
The words carried weight. The kind that made men listen. Even the air in the room seemed to tighten around them.
Kairo’s answer came rough through the crack in the door.
“Nyx, talk to me. Baby, breathe.”
Nyx trembled above me, her eyes bright with shock and guilt. Her omega had snapped back into itself and didn’t seem to know what to do with the reality of what she’d just done.
“I didn’t mean—” she whispered, the words breaking apart halfway through.
“You did what you needed to do, darlin’,” I said, keeping my voice steady even while my chest burned and blood slicked warm down my side. “I offered it. You took your power back.”
I held her gaze so she couldn’t look away.
For a second she just stared at me, like she was waiting for the anger to come. Waiting for the punishment.
When it didn’t, something in her shoulders loosened a fraction.
Not calm.
Not relief.
But the tight panic in her eyes shifted into something rawer, the kind of look that came when a person realized they hadn’t just destroyed something.
“So don’t you go carryin’ this like it’s some kinda sin,” I finished quietly.
Nyx’s fingers tightened around the knife still buried in my ribs, but the tremor running through her hands eased a little. Her breathing slowed, shallow but steadier, and her gaze stopped darting toward the door like she expected someone to drag her away.
Elijah moved in beside us then, quick and efficient, already working as his hands went to the wound. His gaze flicked once from Nyx’s face to the blood soaking the blankets and back again, sharp and assessing.
“Pressure stays here,” he said, planting gauze against the wound with firm control.
Then his eyes cut to me.
“Jabari, don’t move,” he said. “And keep talking if she starts spiraling.”
I didn’t have to look at Nyx to know her omega was listening. My alpha stayed strangely steady despite the pain, settled by the feel of her teeth at my neck and the knot still holding us together.
“And it’s loud,” Elijah added under his breath, eyes tracking the blood soaking into the blankets. “Medical sensors in this building already flagged the drop. Security’s going to log it, and anything that hits Meridian’s emergency channel gets watched.”
He pressed the gauze harder against my ribs.
“If the Underworld Council’s sniffing around our territory,” he continued, quieter now, voice edged with calculation, “they’ll see the alert and assume Meridian’s bleeding.”
“That means questions,” he went on. “And if they think we’re weak, they won’t ask ‘em politely. They’ll show up with witnesses.”
Elijah’s phone buzzed in his palm, the screen lighting the hard line of his mouth. He glanced down at it once.
Didn’t read it aloud.
Didn’t need to.
His eyes went cold.
“They already know,” he said quietly.
Somewhere down the hall, the elevator chimed.
The sound wasn’t loud.
Still made every instinct in me go still.
The room tipped a little after that. Slow at first, then worse. Heat drained out of my arms and legs in a cold rush, and my vision narrowed until Nyx’s face was the only thing left in focus.
“Nyx,” I tried to say, but the name came out rough and thin.
I wanted to tell her she didn’t ruin me.
Wanted to tell her to keep breathing.
Elijah’s hand pressed harder against my chest, dragging a sharp grunt out of me.
“Stay with us, Jabari,” he ordered, his voice cutting through the fog. “Don’t you dare check out on her.”
I fought for one more breath, forcing my eyes to stay open.
Then the edges of the room went black anyway.
And I let it take me.
Passing out wasn’t dying.
Just my body collectin’ the bill.