Chapter 25
Ronit
Isit with my head in my hands. All her words have haunted me. The things she has seen, the things she has had to do, and then we came along and did it to her, too.
I wonder if my shiver realises what’s going to happen here.
“Ronit,” Leaf growls.
“Yes?” I say and blink away the tiredness.
“Lie down, rest.”
I shake my head, there is too much to do and all of it wrong, but we’re going to have to deal with Deux.
Not tonight.
Tonight, I need to just be with my shiver. Watch Mei breathe. Know that we’re all okay.
She rolls in her sleep, and Lirin pulls her onto his chest. Leaf gets up, and I follow him out onto the balcony.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Leaf murmurs. “I can listen.”
“Have you been watching the talk shows again?”
Leaf chuckles. “Maybe.”
I shake my head and lean into him. This foe, this monster who we clashed and fought and couldn’t beat, not entirely. The one that has been in my mind as often as she has. Who is as much an object of my obsession as the omega is.
I want to make him kneel. I want to kneel for him.
I don’t hate either of them the way I should.
“It’s hard to know what needs to be done when you look at people and see people.”
“What were you seeing before?” Leaf asks and lifts his arms, hugging me lightly. It’s not enough, I need more, but I don’t know how to ask for it.
“Monsters. I was seeing monsters.”
“Come sleep, don’t dream, just rest. Today was a bad day.”
“Have you seen anything like that?” I ask him. “What happened at the village? You’re old, you have seen so much.”
He doesn’t respond straight away, instead stepping closer and enfolding me in his arms.
“I’ve seen villages slaughtered, blood and bodies everywhere. I’ve seen people maimed and tortured and the world turned to hell, but what he did…that was something so evil,” I murmur. “There was lots of evil in war, but nothing like this.”
Leaf drags me inside. “I have seen many things. And, yes, there was a creature like him once.”
“What happened?” I pull back, and he turns, looking at me with those strange, swirling teal eyes. I reach up and brush my fingers through his teal, black, and silver hair.
“I hunted him down, and I ate him. In our world, the strong eat the weak. And I am the strongest.”
“He’s trying to eat Mei,” I point out. Leaf’s expression shifts, hardens, and turns to a cold, cold mask.
“She’s not weak, she just isn’t awake yet.”
I don’t know what that means, but Leaf drags me back into the lounge and pushes me down.
I lay down on the couch, and the stupid dragon curls up behind me, spooning me.
I shouldn’t be so comfortable, but this enemy is one I know well.
Someone I have spent more decades than I can count learning. He isn’t as monstrous as he pretends.
I like him. I love him.
Sleep is elusive and comes in fits and starts. In my dreams, Mei is hanging from the tree, begging for help, but when I get to her, her skin slides off her, and she is dead, and it’s too late.
I hear her calling for me, and I search for her everywhere, but I’m too far away, and then I’m falling into the Black Death Oceans, and she’s stuck on the other side.
I wake up with a start, panting. It’s still dark, but Mei is sitting up, about to walk away. She cocks her head to the side but doesn’t call me out. She just gets up and walks out, knowing that I’m on her heels.
Everything in me is telling me this is a bad idea, but I have no ability to stop myself. My defenses are down, and I am weak. I am raw.
I want her.
She walks into the room with the pool. I don’t know why Diablos keeps getting houses with pools for us, but right now, I make a mental note to thank him.
Mei strips off her clothes and edges towards the water. I tear mine off and slip silently in. When she falls in, I catch her, dragging her up against my chest while she sweeps her hair back from her face.
“Ronit?” she whispers.
“What are you doing in here?” I say against her lips. “Don’t you know this is where the monster’s hide?” I nip at her chin and jaw. She tilts her head, giving me more access.
“I don’t know, I just feel dirty. I felt like I needed to be clean, but…”
I change shape, and the hot heat of her is pressed against my scales as she wraps her legs around my hips.
I reach up with webbed and clawed fingers and trail my nails lightly over her face and down her throat to her chest. Her nipples have tightened on her small breasts, and they press into my chest.
She moans and squirms against me. I recline onto my back, lazily flicking my tail so we move around the pool in a leisurely circle.
“Now, you’re not dirty. Do you want to get out, Mei? Do you want to stop?”
She hisses. “No.”
“Thank the gods for that,” I say and lean up, licking the graceful and thin column of her neck.
She wraps an arm around my neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and holding on. No, pulling me towards her. I find the spot where her scent is most concentrated, and I suck hard, knowing I’m leaving a mark.
She squirms and drags her hips over my scales.
I can feel her slick, I can taste it in the air.
“You were never meant to be mine, but just for tonight,” I whisper.
“Yes,” she hisses, mindless.
I arch my back, and my cock grows against her. I drag her up so her pussy covers it, then I focus on worshiping this incredibly hot Strega.
She moans as I duck my head and take her nipple in my mouth, except when I suck hard, her mouth opens wide, and she pants, shaking. Her fingernails turn to talons and scrape against my scalp.
“Oh, wow!”
“Feel good? You feel so good to me, Strega.”
“Yes, oh, uh. Please, Ronit,” she pants.
I love that she’s barely about to form a single word. I grab her hips and drag her up and down my shaft, getting us wet in the slick she is producing.
“Ronit?”
“Yes, Mei.”
“Can I touch you?”
Her question stumps me. “Yes, of course, you can touch me.”
She leans forward and presses her lips to my skin, nervous, shy. Like she expects me to yell at her and scream at her to stop. Like I might call her a monster.
My moan isn’t a choice or a decision; it just happens. Mei is kissing me, her lips dragging over my skin, her tongue flicks out, hot and soft, tasting me, and the whole while, she is grinding against my cock, and I don’t think she even knows.
My pheromones fill the air, and I feel my knot growing again.
She squeaks.
“Problem, Mei?”
“You’re…it moves?” Her eyes are as wide as saucers.
My cock circles her entrance and then comes up to flick her clit.
She starts to shake, her nails biting into me. Her blackberry scent saturating the air.
“Pleasant surprise?” I huff a laugh.
She grinds down on me. “How?”
“I am a Siren, Mei. Our anatomy is different. I can move my penis independently. Stroke you, inside and out,” I whisper. “Would you like to feel?”
She gets wetter, and I slip inside of her just a little bit, my cock flexing and expanding as I rub on her inner walls, slowly pushing deeper.
Mei pants in my arms, clinging to me.
“This…is…you can’t…ugh, feels so good, Ronit!”
I chuckle in her ear and run my hands up her ribs, squeezing her breasts before tweaking her nipples.
She tosses her head back; her mask that’s covering her missing eyes gleams, and she doesn’t look less.
Mei has never looked weak or less.
She’s always been more.
I grab her hips, lifting her and pulling her back down. We’re moving faster in the pool, water is sloshing out, but I don’t care. I can’t stop.
Only one word from her would stop me now.
She throws her head back, her body beautifully arched in the faint moonlight. She clamps down on my cock, but I keep twisting and moving it inside her until she’s screaming and shattering apart for me. She is glorious.
I watch, memorizing every single moment, every flicker of emotion. Only then do I fuck her hard. I roll and set her on the edge of the pool steps, dragging her sopping pussy to my mouth, where I can devour it.
She tastes like blackberries and something infinitely more satisfying. I hold her hips, using my teeth and tongue until she’s crying out again.
I refuse to let her quivering body have a break. If we only have one night, I’m going to make it the best night.
She sobs for breath as she comes, again and again.
Then I move her backwards, climb up on her, and slide my cock back in. She’s so wet there’s almost no resistance.
I spread her legs wide and pause, looking down at her.
“Are you sure?”
“Ronit, please. I need your knot.”
She’s gone too far into her new omega nature, and I want to stop, but this call of an omega to my alpha drags it out of me, and there is no stopping me.
I slam all the way in, my cock extending and flexing before I drag it out. She is heaven, and each pump of my hips, each time I bury my cock in her, I’m falling deeper and deeper under a spell that I don’t want to escape from.
She clings to me, her nails scoring my back. Her feet lock around my tail, holding me close. She moans my name.
I’m losing my mind when I finally shove my aching knot into her. The way she tightens, the velvet crushing that should hurt but feels better than anything, sends me insane.
The storms rage on the surface of the ocean, but I’m falling into the calm of the deep. My climax is soul-changing. It’s like I’m watching myself from a distance, rutting and thrusting into her like an animal, my knot locking us together with no chance of escape.
She purrs my name, cries for me, whines.
I don’t let up, I can’t. It’s a compulsion and a need, this driving instinct to breed my omega.
She comes, screaming my name.
I roar into her neck and just manage to stop myself from sinking my teeth in and claiming her as my own. As we lie there and the rush of hormones fades away, I don’t have any regrets.
“Mei,” I murmur.
She makes a humming sound in her throat.
I try to think of what I should say, but all the words fail me. I just stare at her kiss-swollen lips, desperate to kiss them again.
“Ronit?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Yeah, those were the words I was looking for, the ones I couldn’t say because they seemed so paltry. I think she broke me.