What Must Be Done
Jayce
Fuck, Sienna! Don’t you dare fucking leave me!
My heart slams against my ribs as I begin delivering sharp pumps to her chest, counting nothing. Someone rushes into the bathroom; they’re saying something, but it all blurs into a hum, the ringing in my ears overpowering everything.
The only thing that matters is bringing her back. The fear that I’m about to lose her as she lies here lifeless terrifies me.
I tilt her head back, pinch her nose, and press my mouth to hers, forcing air into her lungs as faint sparks dance through me. She’s still alive; the sparks are proof of that.
But that small shard of comfort does nothing to ease the ache in my chest.
Come on… Come on!
Panic claws up my throat. My wolf howls inside me, furious and desperate.
Why is nothing happening!?
I gather her limp body into my arms, refusing to accept it.
“She’s on her way,” someone says from behind me.
Who is? It’s going to be too late for Sienna.
The sky outside splits with the roaring thunder, and another blinding flash of lightning illuminates the bathroom. I look her over, my heart cracking as I pull her close. And without hesitation, my instincts take over. I don’t think as I sink my teeth into her neck, right where my mark sits.
For a split second, nothing happens, and then she gasps, her heartbeat returning with a strong thud.
A sharp, violent gasp tears through her as her eyes snap open. She coughs, choking on water, her body jerking back to life.
Relief crashes over me so hard I’m fucking shaking as I pull her upright, holding her steady as I rub her back as she doubles over, coughing up water.
“Easy… I’ve got you,” I murmur as she grips my wrist weakly, coughing before her head hits my chest as she tries to get her breath back. Only then do I realise we’re not alone, and I wrap my arm around her upper body, shielding her from view.
Moments later, Grandma puts a blanket around her trembling body, and I glance up to see Dad and Katara in the hallway as well. Dad has his back partially turned whilst Katara is peering into the bathroom, her face chalk-white.
“She’s ok. I’m so sorry, I should have been watching,” Grandma murmurs, her face paler than usual.
“No, it’s not your fault,” I say truthfully. She would have needed some privacy; I’m the one who should have been here with her.
“Raihana and Delsanra are here already, but I think she’s going to be ok,” Dad says softly.
“She can still do with a check-up,” Grandma adds as I lift Sienna into my arms and carry her out of the bathroom and through to my bedroom.
“I’ll be back with them,” Dad says as he hurries down the stairs, no doubt alerted by one of our warriors that they were close. Katara follows me into my bedroom, fixing the pillows on the bed before pulling the duvet back.
“I’m sorry, you went after me, and that’s why she was left alone,” she says quietly, guilt written across her face. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it isn’t your fault; I fell asleep,” Sienna replies before I can say anything. I’m unable to bring myself to look at her, fearing that what’s left of my mask will shatter entirely.
Katara sits next to her, adjusting the duvet over her. “I wish I could do something to help,” she murmurs.
“I’m fine,” Sienna says, mustering a weak smile. I can sense her watching me as I simply stand in the middle of my bedroom, not knowing where to look or what to do.
Just knowing how close I was to losing her again has hit me hard. I almost failed her. Again.
There’s a light knock on the open door, and it jolts me from my thoughts. I look up as Delsanra, followed by Raihana, step inside, with Kaden in tow.
“Sienna!” he says as he rushes to the bed and hugs her tightly.
“Kaden…” she responds weakly as he touches her hair.
“Did you shower?” he asks. “You need to use a towel to dry your hair.”
He’s in pyjamas, and so is Delsanra. Raihana is in her Schattenblüte outfit; she must have been working. Both women move to Sienna’s side, and Delsanra hugs her tightly.
“I’m fine, Mama, I promise,” Sienna whispers as she hugs them both.
I take the chance to steal another glance at her, to really look at her. The colour is returning to her lips, but they are still a far cry from her natural cherry red.
Fuck, I hate that she’s so fucking beautiful even after a near-death experience. Her bra clings to her, still wet, and I avert my attention.
“Jayce, you look worse than Sienna,” Raihana remarks after kissing Sienna’s head. “The drakaths still present?”
I turn my gaze from Sienna to her, my chest tightening before I look away. “Yeah, they’re still here,” I answer quietly. I had been so focused on Sienna that I had been able to block them out a little, but they’re still in my mind, hacking away at my sanity.
“We all know there’s a simple way to get you both back to normal, so consider it a mission or whatever, and just do it,” Raihana declares with a toss of her hair, a move that is eerily similar to her daughter’s.
Dad coughs at her words from the hallway, and Sienna blushes. But both Delsanra and Grandma nod, although they seem to understand it’s not as easy as it sounds.
Ok, the deed itself is fucking easy, but it’s fucking complicated.
“Oh, come on, we’re all adults here, aside from this gremlin.” Raihana sends a glowing butterfly flying towards Kaden. It lands on his nose, and he giggles as he tries to grab hold of it.
“I’m fine. I just- I must have been tired,” Sienna says, looking between the adults as she tugs the duvet over her chest. I can see the flush of colour that spreads through her; she’s about to hit another round of heat.
“We should let her rest,” I say, catching a hint of her arousal, and I don’t want anyone else smelling that. It’s a scent reserved for me and me alone.
No, wait, it fucking isn’t. I have to remember that, but despite knowing that, I still want them out.
Delsanra nods as she motions Kaden to come.
“But why is Sienna in Jayce’s room?” he asks suspiciously, now looking around and clearly deducing it’s my room.
“Because they’re mates,” Katara explains.
I frown at her before glancing at Dad. I still need to tell him about her mental state, but I need a moment to breathe and rest.
They all leave the room, and Raihana shuts the door behind her.
I hesitate, shoving my hands in my pockets.
Do I leave? I don’t know what is best, but I don’t want to leave her alone, not after she almost died.
“Do you want anything to eat?” I ask emotionlessly.
She shakes her head, and a heavy pause lingers in the air.
“Sorry for worrying you. I didn’t even realise I was that tired; it was odd.” She frowns slightly, biting her lip as the scent of her arousal grows stronger. My nostrils flare, and I clear my throat, feeling myself hardening in my pants.
Not fucking now.
“I wasn’t…” That’s a lie that not even an idiot would buy.
A tense silence falls between us, pulling tight across the room. Neither of us speaks, and she swallows as I scan the room, remembering the time she sang whilst I played the guitar.
When she liked me for me, before all the complications, when things were easy.
I glance back at her; her red eyes are fixed on me, her heart hammering.
There’s so much I’m fucking feeling right now, so many things I want to resolve within me, so many things that still fucking hurt.
There’s so much that I want to ask her, so much I want to fucking tell her, but right now in the silence of the room, where the chance to ask is right before me, I’m unable to put together even one proper sentence.
She winces as she hugs herself, the duvet slipping down, revealing her hardened nipples that press against the wet fabric of her bra, her breasts heaving.
I drag my gaze up to her eyes, and she knows exactly where my attention has fallen.
“I’m tired. It hurts too bad. We can’t continue like this.” She brushes a strand of her curls behind her ear. “Shall we just get this over with? It doesn’t need to mean anything. We’ll both be back to our normal selves. And once I step out of this room, I’ll pretend it never happened.”
The last part is a bit hesitant, but for the most part, she means it.
It’s my choice now.
I don’t know how long I can continue like this either, but knowing that she’ll have to mark me for me to recover makes me hesitate. It means I’ll be tied to her forever. I already am, but being entirely bound would change things for both of us.
Right now, she feels my emotions, which I’ve kept mostly blocked off. Once the bond is complete, it will be harder to resist her.
My heart clenches painfully.
She lets out a small whimper of pain, biting her lip and drawing blood. Her heat is returning with full vengeance. The moment she gasps, fisting the blankets, I make up my mind.
I cut across the room in three strides, removing my hoodie and tossing it to the floor as I stand over her.
“Deal,” I say, my voice rough as I yank the duvet from her loose grip. Her heart pounds as I straddle her and wrap my hand around her neck with one hand, shoving the pillows off the bed with the other.
And then my lips are on hers, in a kiss that’s as rough and brutal as it is fucking explosive, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.
A delicious moan escapes her as she kisses me back, fighting for dominance. I kiss her harder, tasting blood that mixes with the sweetness of her mouth.
It’s as if my body is no longer in my control. Even if I were told to stop right now, I wouldn’t be able to.
She locks her legs around my waist, sparks jolting through me so fucking intensely when her pussy presses against my hardened cock.
We kiss hungrily, our tongues playing with each other’s in a fight for something I can’t name. I break away the moment she gasps for air and begin sucking and nipping on her neck, drawing moans of satisfaction from her lips as she rubs her pussy against my cock.
“Jayce,” she whimpers, sounding so fucking horny. I clench my jaw, trying to contain the growl of approval that almost escapes me.
The memories, the pain, the passion, the love… It all hammers against me, but I focus only on the pleasure, trying to shut the rest out, burying my nose in her neck. I run one hand up her waist and along the side of her breast, the other now gripping the back of her neck as I pull her closer.
She moans under my touch; her entire body is on fire. I remove my hand from her neck, running it down over her breasts, squeezing hard as I suck on her neck, nibbling at her mark once again. She arches her back, parting her legs as she tries to press herself fully against me.
She reaches down between us and murmurs a spell. I feel my pants disintegrate and glance down just in time to see them disappear into black smoke.
That’s a neat fucking trick.
Then her hand cups my cock as she pumps it twice, sending an intense wave of pleasure through me. She then cups my balls, caressing them. I twitch in her hand, and I’m already fucking rock hard.
I yank her hand away, and moving off her slightly, flip her onto her stomach and press her face-first into the bedsheet.
She moans, struggling slightly in my grasp, but I can tell just how much she wants me to do this. She whimpers as she parts her legs, getting up on her knees slightly.
I rip off her panties, my eyes blazing at the sight of her perfect fucking pussy.
I rub my hand between her folds as I lean over her, wrapping my arm around her breasts, yanking her bra down to free one boob.
I twist her nipple as I suck hard on her neck.
She moans, her entire body tensing as I rub her clit.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “Faster.”
“I’m not sure you’re in any position to give orders,” I growl huskily. “Now be a good fucking girl and part those legs for me.”
She does as I ask, and I shove two fingers into her. She cries out as her entire body clenches around me as I begin fucking her hard and fast with them.
“Oh fuck!” she moans hornily.
I can feel her satisfaction as she begs for me to speed up, and when I curl my fingers inside of her, pressing my thumb against her clit she explodes, her juices squirting down her thighs and all over my hand. I don’t stop until she’s ridden out her orgasm.
I need my own fucking release, and she’s still burning up, the orgasm giving her temporary relief from the pain, and I’m ready to fuck her hard.
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes coated with desire as she reaches up and combs her fingers through my hair before sliding them down my neck as she tries to catch her breath.
But I don’t give her the chance to relax as I tangle my hand into her hair, pleasure erupting through me the moment my cock touches her molten core.
This is it… I fuck her, and she will never have to deal with heat again.
If she marks me, the drakaths are gone.
But those things are so fucking meaningless right now, because all I want to do is bury my dick into her tight little pussy and make her scream for mercy.
“I hope you’re ready to have your pussy destroyed, because when I’m done with you, you won’t be walking for a while,” I growl huskily as I slam into her without warning.
Pleasure – pure, blissful, euphoric pleasure – erupts through me as I tighten my grip on her hair and fuck her harder. The pain, the rage, the anger, the guilt – every single emotion fuels every thrust. Each time I pound into her, a delicious moan escapes her lips.
Tonight, rules don’t fucking matter.
Tonight, she’s mine.