Chapter 27
Lirin
Mei invites us into her nest. It should be weird being inside, being in a half-buried room in this cliff with them, but there is nowhere I’d rather be.
She’s got a fork in her hands that she is just twirling over and over.
“Just because I’m going into heat doesn’t mean I won’t kick your asses.”
Canto chuckles, while Leaf strokes her bare thigh.
“No one would dare,” Ronit says dismissively.
She sits up on her knees, tracking his pacing movements.
“A reminder,” she murmurs and throws the fork with savage precision at the wall. It sticks into the wood, the end vibrating as she growls low in her throat.
Diablos warned us that she might have some wild mood swings. What did he say to give her to calm her down? Chocolate and…orgasms?
I eye her carefully. While orgasms might be more fun, I get the impression that any attempts at the moment might end up with a fork with my name on it stabbed into the fleshy part of my thigh.
We don’t have chocolate, though.
Hmm…
I do like to live dangerously.
I get off the bed and flick the lights off so we’re all in the dark.
“Don’t stab anyone, Mei,” I murmur.
She holds perfectly still, not even responding, which just shows that I know she’s listening.
I lick my lips and crawl up the bed. When I find her ankle, I encircle it, holding on and just stroking with my thumb. I feel her leg tremble.
“Mei, do you like this? Do you want me to stop? Just say stop, and it will all end.”
Her breath comes out of her roughly.
I take that as permission and slide my hand up her ankle to her calf, kneading the skin. With a groan, I duck down, pressing my lips to the inside of her knees, licking the skin. Her legs fall apart, and I get a wave of her scent. Blackberries and musky, wild omega.
I bring my fingers up, even as my other hand finds her inner thigh and presses her legs apart.
“You smell so good, Mei.”
I let my fingers explore her skin, feeling the crease of her asscheeks, running over the curve of those powerful thighs.
They would look so good wrapped around my head. Later, Lirin.
I find the material that’s blocking my way and yank them off her. The material tears, and I throw the scraps away as I duck down, inhaling.
I groan. Her hand lashes out and grips my upper arm as I shuffle down the bed, pressing my shoulders into her thighs, holding her wide open.
Though I have never done this with a female, we all have enough practice teasing and tormenting each other. It should be easy. Action, reaction. I just need to read her right.
I blow lightly on her pussy, wishing I’d left the lights on, but it seemed only fair to even the ground between us. She whimpers.
“You say stop, and I will. Remember that.”
I lunge forward, burying my face in the sopping pussy in front of me. Oh, god, I’m going to drown the happiest of men. I lick, and the taste invades my mouth, my nose. My eyes widen,and I worm my arms under her legs, dragging her cunt closer to my face, fusing us together.
She’s so hot and wet. I don’t know if this is normal for omegas, but it’s just become my favorite thing ever. I find her entrance and run my tongue around it and then dip it inside.
She stiffens, and slick pours into my mouth. She’s panting now, rocking her hips against my face, her cries muffled by her thighs around my face.
I forget about reading her. In my frenzy, I forget about everything but consuming every little bit of that nectar coming out of her. I growl and lick upwards, and her body jolts.
I pause and lick softly. When I hit the nub of flesh, she shudders and cries out. I focus on it, lathing my tongue over it. Sucking on it.
She thrashes against me, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling it but towards her, not away. Her thighs clamp and release, and slick pours from her. I pull back and slide my fingers into her. Two fingers, and she’s tight, her muscles clenching around me.
I want so badly to bury my cocks in her.
That thought has me losing my mind. I suck hard on her clit and lightly scrape my teeth over it. She screams.
“Don’t stop, Lirin. Keep going,” Ronit growls in a husky, needy voice.
She’s lost in the throes of her pleasure, clinging to me, and I’m lost in the world of her pleasure.
“I can breathe underwater, Mei. Drown me!” I snarl at her.
I feast on her. Tearing sobs and explosive cries. On and on, I drag and wring every single orgasm from her. For hours. I am relentless and on a mission, and she lets me, even when she gets weak. She trusts me, trusts us.
I could climb up and shove my cock into her willing body, but that would be a betrayal of this moment. I could seek my own relief, but it no longer matters. All I need to be happy is to see her falling apart.
She’s not ready for what we’ve got hiding. Not yet. So instead of introducing her to exactly what it is that Sirens have under our pants, I use my mouth, tongue, teeth, and fingers to drag that heat down to a simmer.
“Stop!” she whispers.
I instantly stop, pressing one final kiss to her inner thigh.
She relaxes bonelessly, and I reluctantly pull away, crawling up her body until I’m curled over her.
“Do you feel better, Omega?”
She reaches out, and her fingers gently map my face.
“Yes, I feel better,” her voice is hoarse and exhausted.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of anything in my life.
I collapse to the side of her and roll, pulling her into my arms. A blanket is tucked in around us, and I place a kiss on the end of her nose.
“Your heat doesn’t change anything.”
She nuzzles closer, but her scent is sweeter and not quite as tart.
“Today, we’re going to spend the day in bed, eat food, and talk. Tomorrow, we’re going to go and catch monsters.”
She hums. “What constitutes a monster? Am I a monster?”
“No,” I growl at her. “You are Mei.”
“But I was a monster.”
“Once, I would have said that, but I know you now. You aren’t a monster. A monster is a creature who is doing a bad thing and acting like a…”
“A monster?” she says with a laugh.
“Yes. Like the beetle.” I stop, thinking about that day. “Did I ever say thank you for saving us?”
She edges closer, her lips on my cheek, breath in my ear. I pull her closer in my arms, pushing my thigh between hers.
“Thank you.”
There are things I want to know, questions I want to ask, but I don’t want to break the peace we have, not even for my own peace of mind.
Mei falls asleep in my arms.
I hold her and think that everything has changed so far and so fast that I haven’t even had time to think.
But I know what it does mean.
I’m not going to leave her, one way or another.
***
A storm comes through; the thunder shakes the house, and the lightning turns the world white and violet.
We sit in the lounge with the food that Canto went out and brought.
We’re all on the floor. Mei is sitting in Leaf’s lap, chewing on the chicken skewer that Reed had handed to her.
Leaf keeps handing her more pieces of food that he feeds to her like she’s a little bird, with each mouthful she eats, a wild thrum pulses in his chest as if he’s so pleased she took it that he can’t help but express his pleasure aloud.
Reed sits opposite her, and it almost looks like he chose that spot just so he can map her facial expressions.
Canto and Ronit sit together. The pair of them are on alert; I’m trying to ignore it, but I can feel it in every movement, see the furtive way they watch the doors and windows. I want to scream at them that nothing is going to happen, that we are the biggest, the baddest, that we can stop anything.
I glance down and look at the black tattoo on my wrist. It’s so crisp now, the lines are perfect, and it stands out even if I might wish I couldn’t see it.
“What would you do if you didn’t have to do this?” Mei asks, interrupting my broody thoughts.
“You mean if we could stay here and not work for Diablos?” Canto asks.
“Yes.”
“Well, I would absolutely go explore until I found the perfect place to build a home.”
“Would you live near the beach?”
“Yes, but away from the city.”
We all agree with Canto. All except Reed, who looks away like our answers hurt him. I think I understand what’s wrong with him. If I’m right, then he is missing our oceans, and to be honest, I miss them, too. But it was our prison, not our home.
Wasn’t it?
“What would you do if you could understand this world and not be hunted?” I ask her.
“Well, I want to explore and see all the different places in this world. Maybe find somewhere that is home…that’s safe.”
It’s such an unexpected answer, in that it mirrors ours so perfectly, that I just stare at her, finding myself falling into this possible potential future.
“I’ll help you.”
The smile she gives me is one I’ve never seen before, but I hope to all that lives in the ocean I get to see again.