Chapter Nineteen Jalisa #2
An alpha command could control an omega and, if used ethically, could be a source to soothe us and help us, much like the alpha purr.
For more sinister purposes, it could be used to take advantage of us.
I had no concern of that with Ivan, and I was getting more turned on by his dominance in the moment.
He considered me, a mild concern wrinkling his brow. “Is that okay?”
I nodded. “Do it again.”
He grinned. “Hold tight to me.” He tightened his hold on my lower back and then reclined so that we were horizontal. He then gripped my hips. “Ride me, Sunshine.”
Once again, my body moved on its own, and I grabbed the length of him.
Pressing a steady hand on his chest, I lifted my hips so that I hovered over the tip of his ridged cock and sunk down on him.
I pressed my lips together as I felt him, thick, inside me, the ridges a nonstop brushing of nerves.
He fluttered his eyes closed, his mouth parting slightly, releasing a slow curse as I began to rock on top of him.
I’d never seen him look so exposed in his hybrid form.
He could hurt me with his teeth and his nails and his ice, and yet he handled me with care.
He was so beautiful in that moment that he took my breath away.
I was overwhelmed in every sense by him.
The sight of him, his scent, his taste, his touch.
I paused and pulled the straps of my night gown, pushing it to my waist before grinding on top of him again.
The feel of his knot brushing against my clit, curled my toes with the climbing release.
I moved faster, tossing my head back. A slickness wiped against the tips of my breasts, and I cried out at the feel of his tongue on me, igniting me.
“You’re so wet. Fuck. I love it. Come for me, omega,” he demanded, his voice tight.
That was all I needed, and I flooded for him.
My body shaking so hard from the climax, I worried I would tip over and fall.
The worry was only minor, he had me. His grip was possessive and a tinge painful from the pressure, but I liked it.
And then he came, thrusting his hips up rapidly and forcing his knot into me.
I screamed at the sudden invasion but not from pain.
The fullness excited me, brushing against already sensitive nerves, and I met his orgasm as he released his heat inside of me.
His wings outstretched fully, rigid. He sang a string of curse words in a barely audible tone, his back arched, narrow pupiled eyes staring up at the sky, unfocused.
I watched, through my own enamored gaze, as he floated beneath me in the throes of his release.
I continued to move slowly down the length of him, meeting his own unhurried grinds, my gaze rising to the clear, blue sky, barely noticing the blur of birds and clouds above me.
I didn’t care that we were in the air, naked, having sex.
We were barely covered by trees. To anyone who passed by and looked up to see us, well they were welcome to the free show.
Nothing else mattered in the moment to me but us and our connection, for as long as we had it.
“Look at me, Lisa,” he demanded.
I lowered my eyes to lock gazes with him.
The intensity of those bight eyes grabbed my heart and squeezed.
There was no denying the love there. The pure desire just for me.
He wouldn’t forget me. He couldn’t. This connection was too strong.
Our reconnection meant something. I had to believe it was more powerful than our enemies.
Tears flooded my eyes, and I held in a sob, overcome with emotions.
He gave me a gentle smile. “Beautiful.”
Then the tears won the battle, sliding down my cheeks as I fully let go. Our bodies crashed together, sharing another explosive moment.
I fell into his hard, cool, chest, willing my racing heart to slow. I wanted more of him, and I could feel he did too. His rut was far from over. He ran a comforting hand up and down my back, kissing the top of my head. “I’m not done with you, love.”
I chuckled, wiping at my tears. “Good, keep it that way.”
After his knot deflated, he lowered us to the ground. He then gently put me down before grabbing me by the nape of my neck and laying another air-depleting kiss on my lips. “I fucking love you.”
Before I could respond, he then took a step back and pushed my night gown down so that I stood fully naked.
He gazed at me through heavy-lidded dragon eyes and gripped himself, slowly stroking his slippery cock.
He looked so different than what I was used to seeing in that hybrid form.
The blue shimmering scaly skin, tail, and horns.
He was not him but also him. It was both confusing and alluring.
Slick dripped from my already-soaked center and down my inner thighs as I waited for his next command.
“Turn around,” he stated in his alpha voice.
I stepped out of the nightgown at my ankles, turned, and faced the base of the tree I was perched in earlier.
“Place your hands on the tree.”
Obeying him once again, I waited patiently. And then I felt him enter me. My fingers curled into the tree bark, steadying myself as he pushed into me, my legs shaking at the impact.
“Good girl. I love the way you feel,” he said before slipping his hand between my thighs and finding my clit. His voice was primal, and excitement grew in the pit of my stomach for all that he would give.
He used my slick to rub against my sensitive numb. Fire burned inside me, building for another climax. “How are your legs doing?”
I bared my teeth. “I’m not gentle, Ivy. You promised to wreck me.”
He chuckled “We have all day.” Ivan quickened his pace as he pounded into me, the sounds of his smooth hips slapping against my ass mixing with the gentle chirps of the birds made an odd sort of music.
He groaned as I felt him explode once more. In no time, I followed, drenching his fingers. But he didn’t stop, pounding into me again with his seemingly everlasting hardness until we both came again. And again.
The day was a lust-induced haze of sex, food, and short naps. We had sex throughout the woods and back in our temporary home and in the shower. It was beautiful, it was exhausting, it was everything.
And then, when I woke up the next morning, I found myself alone in the bed.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Something was wrong. I looked to the bathroom, but the door was open. Had Ivan gone out? He usually left a note when he went for a walk or to the main house. I looked across the room to the dining table where I saw a small stack of white envelopes.
Where are you? I asked telepathically.
No response.
I huffed. Was he playing a trick on me? I threw the covers off and stomped toward the table. The envelopes were all addressed to me in Ivan’s familiar handwriting. When had he done this without me noticing?
I picked up the top envelope and opened it, pulling out what appeared to be a folded note. It was a letter from Ivan. Without even reading one word, my heart sank.
My Love,
I am sorry to have to do this through a letter, but we both know that a discussion would be futile.
We are both stubborn people, and sometimes you can be scary!
All jokes aside, I know a day will come when things get so challenging with my memory loss that I would end up hurting you. I don’t want that.
I want you to remember me loving you, adoring you, pleasing you. That’s the image I want to leave in your mind. Please don’t look for me. I have asked a witch to mute our bond so that you can’t connect to me. It’s healthier for us both this way. I will fight to find a cure for as long as I can.
Please don’t be angry with me. This was not an easy decision for me. I would fight both realms to protect our love. Never doubt that. I know how hypocritical I must seem for leaving to protect our love just like you did those years ago, but I can find no other way.
All I can do is be forever grateful that we found our way back to each other, even for this short time.
These moments, even with our fights, were moments I’ll cherish.
I made sure that was the case because I’ve started keeping a journal of memories of us from when we first met through our last moments together.
Right now, as I write this, I am watching you sleep like a creepy stalker.
You’re absolutely beautiful. Even with your building-shaking snoring.
I rolled my eyes, momentarily ignoring the heavy ache in my chest. “I do not snore.”
You do snore. Facts are facts. But I still love the sound of your blow horn, Sunshine.
And while I am writing down all our memories so that I will never be apart from what made me fall madly in love with you, I have written you letters so you never forget how much I cherish you.
No matter what happens to my mind, our love was real. That can never be erased by magic.
So please read each letter. There are quite a few because, what else was there to do here? Don’t read them all at once.
I knew he was capturing memories of some sort when he wrote but nothing like this. I looked down at the pile of letters. “I am definitely going to read them all now,” I said before reading again.
I’m serious. Space them out a least a day.
However, it’ll be more rewarding to take your time.
I’m actually not a bad writer, and my penmanship is pretty good.
Also, after a suitable amount of time has passed and we still have no cure, then it’s alright if you move on with some less attractive, less intelligent fae or whoever you choose. But there’s only one dragon for you.
“Not that I could ever move on, but what’s a suitable amount of time?” I asked out loud.
I know you think you could never move on, but after a decade, you really should.
I looked around the room. Was he really gone? Was this letter magic? I was supposed to be sad, but I was also a little baffled.
Alright, this letter has gone on long enough.
The other ones may or may not be as long.
It’s a surprise. Remember me fondly. I choose to believe this is just a goodbye for now.
I choose to believe that we will defeat our enemies.
I choose to believe our love is our greatest power.
I choose to believe in us. I ask you to keep doing the same.
Yours Forever
Ivan
P.S. Seriously, don’t read the other letters today.
P.P.S. I stole your white blouse because it smelled strongest of you. I also have pictures of you that Daniel showed me how to print, and I left you some of me in the letter pile. I didn’t realize I was so handsome.
P.P.P.S. Okay, I did realize I was that handsome. I just didn’t want your last memory of me to be that I was vain.
I folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope. Then I collapsed on the floor and sobbed.