Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
LILY
I dreamed of fire. Flames licking along my skin, heat pooling in my core, a desperate ache building between my—
I woke with a gasp, my body already trembling, the heat surging through my veins with renewed intensity.
The claiming had sated me for a while and I'd slept curled in the nest with all four of them pressed around me, their bonds humming contentedly in my mind—but now the fire was back, building higher than before.
A keen escaped my throat before I could stop it, high and desperate, echoing off the cavern walls.
"Easy," Kaelan's voice rumbled against my ear, his arms tightening around me. The others stirred, their bonds flickering with awareness, but it was Kaelan who pulled me closer, his chest solid against my back. "I've got you. I can feel it through the bond—your heat is flaring up again."
"It hurts," I whimpered, pressing back against him, feeling the solid warmth of his body. My skin felt too tight, too hot, every nerve ending sparking with need. I could feel my vent aching, desperate to be filled, and I squirmed against him, seeking friction. "Kaelan, please—"
"The others need to rest," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. Through the bond, I could feel his desire rising to meet mine—a steady, controlled burn that matched the inferno raging through my blood. "Let me take care of you. Just me, for now."
He lifted me in his arms, and I clung to him, burying my face against his neck, breathing in his scent, pine and deep water and something ancient that made my omega instincts purr even through the desperate need.
The others made soft sounds of acknowledgment as he carried me toward the pool, their bonds pulsing with drowsy approval.
The water closed around us like a cool embrace, and I gasped with relief as Kaelan submerged us both.
My gills fluttered, drinking in the water, and the fire in my blood banked slightly—enough that I could think, could feel something beyond the overwhelming need.
"There," Kaelan murmured, his hands stroking down my sides as he positioned me to float before him. The light caught on his dark scales, making them shimmer like the night sky. "Better?"
"A little," I admitted, though my body was still trembling, still aching. I could feel my vent pulsing with need, could feel the slick gathering inside me, desperate for him. "But I still need—"
"I know what you need." His voice dropped to a low rumble that vibrated through the water and resonated in my very bones.
His dark eyes held mine, pupils blown wide with desire, and I felt his arousal pressing against my tail—hot even through the cool water.
"But first, I want to feel you. Really feel you, through the bond. "
He pressed his forehead to mine, and suddenly the bond between us blazed to life—brighter and stronger than before.
I gasped as his emotions flooded through me—desire, yes, hot and urgent, but beneath that, something deeper.
A love so vast it took my breath away. A possessiveness that should have frightened me but instead made me feel cherished, protected, claimed in the best possible way.
"Feel that?" he murmured against my lips. "That's what you do to me. What you've always done to me, from the first moment I saw you on that ship."
"I feel it," I breathed, my hands coming up to cup his face. Through the bond, I could sense his centuries of loneliness, his desperate hope when he'd first scented me, the overwhelming joy of finally having me in his arms. "Kaelan, I feel everything."
"Good." His hands found my hips, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together, our tails intertwining. "Now let me make you feel more."
His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that started slow but quickly deepened, his tongue stroking against mine with devastating skill.
I moaned into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck, my body arching into his.
The bond amplified every sensation—I could feel his pleasure as he kissed me, could feel the way my taste made him growl low in his throat.
His hands explored my body with patient attention, tracing the line of my collarbone, skimming down between my breasts. When his palms cupped the weight of them, his thumbs brushing across my nipples, I broke the kiss with a gasp.
"So sensitive," he murmured, watching my face as he circled my nipples with his thumbs. The sensation was electric—each brush of his fingers sent sparks shooting down to my core. "I can feel your pleasure through the bond. Every touch, every sensation—I feel it as if it were my own."
He rolled both nipples between his fingers, and I cried out, my back arching, my tail thrashing in the water.
The pleasure was sharp and sweet, building on itself as it echoed through the bond—my pleasure feeding into his, his satisfaction feeding back into mine, creating a loop of sensation that left me dizzy.
"Please," I keened, my hands scrambling at his shoulders. "Kaelan, I need—"
"I know." His hands slid lower, tracing the line where my human skin gave way to siren scales.
His fingers found the transition point and stroked along it with deliberate gentleness, and I shuddered at the sensation—the scales there were exquisitely sensitive, nerve endings firing in ways my human body had never experienced.
"But I want to learn every inch of you first. Every spot that makes you gasp. Every touch that makes you keen."
His fingers traced lower, following the line of my tail, finding spots that made me whimper with pleasure. He seemed to know instinctively where to press, where to stroke, mapping my body with the patience of someone who had eternity to learn me.
When his fingers finally found my vent, I nearly sobbed with relief.
The seam in my scales had already parted, my body opening for him without conscious thought.
His fingers traced along the edges of the opening, stroking the darker scales that framed it, and I trembled at the intimacy of his touch.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his dark eyes fixed on where his fingers played along my vent.
"Open and ready for me. Wet and wanting.
" His fingers dipped inside the opening, stroking along the sensitive folds within, and I cried out at the sensation.
"Can you feel how much I want you? Through the bond? "
I could. His desire burned through our connection—hot and urgent, barely leashed.
I could feel how hard he was, pressing against my tail, his ridged length throbbing with need.
But beneath the desire was that steady control, that patient determination to wring every last drop of pleasure from my body before he took his own.
"I feel it," I gasped, my hips rocking against his hand, trying to draw his fingers deeper.
"I feel everything. Please, Kaelan—please—" He pressed two fingers inside me, and I keened at the stretch, my inner walls clenching around him.
He curled them expertly, finding that spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes, and stroked it with devastating precision.
"That's it," he rumbled, satisfaction thick in his voice. Through the bond, I felt his pleasure at my response—the way my body tightened around his fingers, the sounds spilling from my lips. "Let me feel you come apart."
His thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my vent, pressing and circling with perfect pressure.
The dual stimulation—his fingers stroking inside me, his thumb working my vent—built the pleasure to a fever pitch.
I could feel the orgasm gathering in my core, feel my inner walls starting to flutter around his fingers.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the water. "Let go, Lily. I want to feel it."
I shattered. The orgasm crashed through me in waves, my body clenching around his fingers, pleasure exploding through every nerve. I screamed his name into the water, my back arching, my tail thrashing. Through the bond, I felt his satisfaction—fierce and primal—at bringing me to release.
But he didn't stop. His fingers kept moving, kept stroking that spot inside me, kept circling my oversensitive vent. The pleasure built again before the first orgasm had even fully faded, climbing higher, faster.
"Again," he demanded, adding a third finger, stretching me wider. "Give me another one."
"I can't—" I gasped, my body shaking with overstimulation. "It's too much—"
"You can." His voice was gentle but insistent, his fingers relentless. "Your body was made for this. Made for pleasure. Made for me." His thumb pressed harder against my vent, and I felt another orgasm cresting. "Let go. I've got you."
The second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping through me with devastating intensity.
I sobbed against his shoulder, my body convulsing around his fingers, pleasure and overstimulation blurring together into something overwhelming and perfect.
When I finally came down, trembling and gasping, he withdrew his fingers slowly, making me whimper at the emptiness.
But before I could mourn the loss, I felt his vent opening against my tail—felt his ridged length emerging, hot and hard and massive.
"Now," he growled, positioning himself at my entrance.
"Now I'm going to fill you properly." His tapered tip pressed against my opening, and I moaned at the pressure.
Through the bond, I could feel his restraint—the effort it took not to simply thrust home and bury himself to the hilt.
He was holding back, determined to make this last, to wring every last drop of pleasure from both of us.