Chapter 31
Brio
The threat is gone, but I prowl outside, the icy air doesn’t even touch my superheated skin. The threat, the danger, lingers in the air, and I sit as close to my most dangerous as I’ve ever been.
I reach out a hand and run it along one of Leaf’s scaled coils. There’s a deathly rattle, and the coil moves closer to me, as if in comfort. For the first time since I’ve met the dragon, we’re are one, perfectly synchronized.
Fresh air clears a little of the cobwebs from my mind, but a needy whine carried on the wind drags me back towards the house before I even make a decision.
The closer we get to the house, the more intense her heat scent gets. Those pheromones push into me, and my thoughts scatter. My mouth waters, my cock, already rock hard, aches. I stalk the perimeter of the house, driven to check and make sure it’s safe and the threat is really gone.
My mind then turns to her. I step down into the nest, finding her sitting astride Lirin, her head tosses back, riding him, her hips undulating. He clenches his fingers around her hips, urging her on.
His song is thick with passion, with urgent, unrepressed desire.
She moans, and that sound drags me the last little step.
“Need you,” I sob out and crawl up on the bed, pushing my chest against her back. I need to touch her. I need…I just need.
I reach down, fingering her puckered ring. She clenches around me as I push a single digit in.
Slick.
Wet.
Hot.
So good.
I blink open my eyes and groan, my cock is buried deep, and I can feel Lirin inside her.
I press my lips to her skin.
Salty, sweet, mine.
Her cries pull my eyes open again. Her fingers are tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, our lips locked together, even in this twisted position. I’m still inside her, thrusting and dying in a pleasure I’ve never felt before.
“More!” I rasp out.
I sound horrible.
“Please!” she screams.
Dark, desperate, make it hurt, make it feel good.
She’s screaming.
I’m roaring.
***
I blink open my eyes. The nest smells like sex, but the simmering heat in the air is gone. My cock is sore, my muscles ache, and I feel different but good. I stretch and hit warm skin.
When I tilt my head, I find Ronit sitting up in the bed; he’s got her curled up on his chest, and his eyes almost glow.
“What happened?” I murmur.
“Mei has a reverse heat. It drives the males into a rut. I’ve had a conversation with Diablos already. He was checking to make sure we all survived.”
I try to swallow that, but my throat is dry, and I end up coughing and choking on it. “Was there a question that we wouldn’t?”
Ronit just stares at me.
Shit.
He’s stroking her back, gently, openly showing how much he cares, how precious she is. I guess we’re all going to need to talk later.
I lift a hand to my head. “I feel…exhausted.”
The door opens, and Leaf walks in, all seven feet of him. He puts down a massive bag full of food and a tray of drinks.
“Where did you get that?” I ask, scratching my head but reaching for it because I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.
He raises an eyebrow. “I learned how to use the phone.”
Well, shit.
He passes the food out, and when I take it, his eyes gleam. Ronit takes his, then passes food to Canto, Lirin, and Reed.
Leaf’s grin gets really wide. I watch him as I bite into the bacon and egg roll.
“What is the smiling for?”
“Oh, nothing, just happy,” the dragon says suspiciously.
“Why?”
He pulls Mei off Ronit’s lap and into his arms, taking her out of the room. A few minutes later, I hear the shower running.
“Does anyone find it weird about how smug he was about the food?” I mutter suspiciously.
“I don’t even care, it tastes so good. I could eat another one,” Reed grumbles.
“There’s more in the bag on the counter,” Leaf shouts.
I cast another suspicious glare towards the bathroom and climb out of bed, taking my roll to the kitchen.
I have aches in places I didn’t know I had aches. I didn’t know it was possible to ache. How much sex did we have? And why am I irritated that I can’t remember it all?
A phone rings, and I reach for it, answering the call from Diablos.
“Is anyone hurt?”
I blink. “Why would anyone be hurt? And didn’t you speak to Ronit?”
“Because you were in a heat that was happening in a way that no one else has ever experienced a heat. And that was two days ago.”
“We are Sirens,” I say arrogantly. “We can survive anything.”
“It’s been seven days.” He drops the bomb and waits.
I blink. “What?”
“Brio, it’s been seven days since Mei made the call for help.”
Eight…days? My fingers tighten around the phone.
“Don’t lie to me. Heats don’t go for eight days.”
“I’m not lying. I’m telling you, it’s been eight days.”
I turn and find Canto staring at me, his lips pressed together. “Eight days, Canto,” I say in a panic. “We just lost eight days.”
He looks down and shakes his head minutely. “We’re running out of time,” he mutters and turns away, going back into the nest.
Diablos growls. “Azriel, if you don’t knock that shit off, I’m going to-Oh, hi, Wraith. Can you please get him off that statue? We don’t use statues to masturbate.” There’s a pause. “I don’t care if he likes it. We don’t fuck stone dildos in public. Get. Him. Off. Now.”
Diablos heaves an exasperated sigh.
“Right, you- WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Get him off, as in take him elsewhere, no! Get him OFF!”
I glare at the phone with distaste.
“Does anyone need a healer?” Diablos asks quickly.
I snort. “Mei is a healer.”
“I would like to see her-”
“NO!” I growl. “Not a chance.”
“Proof of life, to make sure she’s okay and not injured.”
“She is fine!” I snarl.
“Brio, this isn’t a request. While Mei is here, she is my responsibility. I have to know she is okay both physically and emotionally.”
Diablos flashes into the room in front of me.
Ronit prowls out but forces himself to stop, his fingers clawing at his sides. The heat and our tempers sizzle in the air, but it’s not strong, it’s weaker, and though I’m angry, it doesn’t hold the same bite that it did.
Mei walks out dressed in a long, flowing satin dress that looks like the ocean. My heart bounces up into my throat, and I feel like someone’s hit me over the head.
“You look as beautiful as anything I’ve ever seen,” I murmur.
Her song, so seldom heard, crashes into the room, and the five of us go still, listening intently to it. That melancholy has changed to cautious, tentative hope. She likes us.
She trusts us.
“See, she’s fine. Now, go away,” I growl at the demon.
“I just need to-”
Leaf’s coils slam Diablos into the wall.
“Ouch!”
Kit suddenly appears on the kitchen counter, tentacles waving in the air.
Mei giggles and trips towards the cat thing. She feels along the island and finds the bag of food, pulling out one of the rolls and unwrapping it.
Kit falls on it with a savagery that has me backing up.
Diablos sighs heavily. “Mei, are you happy, alive, healthy, safe? Do I need to kill anyone for hurting you?”
She cocks her head to the side. “Yes to happy. No to killing.”
“Good. I have an issue with an angel to deal with. Try and behave yourselves.”
With that, he vanishes, leaving us with a happy and glowing omega and a strange cat.
***
I’m sitting on the stairs on the porch, watching the endless blue horizon.
“You’ve been hiding,” Lirin says and drops beside me.
“Just trying to come to terms with what happened.”
“Oh. Good way or a bad way?”
I think about it for a minute, but I can barely put my thoughts together. “It scared me to have lost eight days. It scared me how I felt in there, the snippets that I remember.”
“Yeah, that bit is a little bit disconcerting, I guess. It is what it is, though.”
I lay back on my elbows. “But the most terrifying part is how much I want to do it again.”
There’s a long silence.
“Yeah, that bit, too.”
“She’s inside me now, Lirin. Her song, I can’t silence it. I can hear her, I think I will always be able to hear her,” I admit.
And this is what I fear the most.
The door opens, and she comes out, swaying into the night air. A song I don’t ever want to lose. Something that has wrapped around me so thoroughly that I don’t know where I end and she starts.
Worse, the thought of losing that is unbearable.
I stand up and, without knowing where I am, she comes straight to me. I could step away, I could let her fall, I could do a million things that try to put some space between us.
Instead, I lift my hand, capturing hers, and I tow her into my arms until she’s pressed against me, and I have my face pressed into her damp hair.
“Omega,” I whisper the word.
It’s a chain between us now. There will be no other omega for our shiver. No other omega has or will tempt us the way our enemy does.
It’s only right and fitting that she is ours, and we are hers.