Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 802: Break Him ()

The consent was given without hesitation.

’Take it...’

It was a simple thing...her word. But it slammed into him like a crashing wave.

Jian’s breath hitched. His heart stuttered within him, a sharp rhythm against his ribs, and his veins pulsed with a need that felt nothing like the haze he’d fought earlier.

Not lust... no...

A need that had nothing to do with the aphrodisiac in his veins and everything to do with how her presence drowned out the noise of the world. How her voice made his skin tingle...

With how, when she looked at him... like she knew every crack in his soul, even those he didn’t know himself, he stopped being a Dragon King, and simply became hers.

It was a need that was completely hers.

It was clean. Pure. Real... and maddening.

And he wasn’t the only one frozen in that heartbeat. His eyes met Xenon’s, his stance was taut, his jaws tight...Jian could read the man as surely as he could read his own self,

His eyes mirrored Jian’s exact agony. They had for the longest time now.

Their struggles had long since bled into one another. One thread... woven through time, through wars... through her.

One soul split into two bodies... and then three, forever three.

There was no conflict in Xenon’s eyes. If there had been, one side had gained the upper hand already.

All he saw was surrender.

It was a relief. Jian didn’t think he had any self control left to hold onto.

Neveah’s eyes left his for a moment, and then she leaned back, tilting her head to the side in a manner that sent her hair splaying over her shoulder.

She was calm...too calm for what was unraveling between them. But he knew better. He saw the way her fingers flexed slightly, the subtle way her thighs clenched, like she was stopping herself from reaching for him first. The quiet control in her face only made the fire under his skin burn hotter.

His gaze shifted lower... slowly, reverently.

Her parted lips, the damp hair clinging to her cheek, the light smear of blood she hadn’t bothered to wipe away. The barest glimpse of skin hidden underneath her armor. Everything about her seemed heightened now.

She was here.

Every delectable inch of her right within his reach.

If the aphrodisiac had been a spark, she was the explosion.

"I’ll take it... I can’t wait another moment to have you. Gates of hell be damned." Xenon said first. Voice low, thick, reverent.

"Scales..." Jian breathed.

The curse fell from his lips like a prayer.

He reached for her, tugging gently. Not demanding, just needing her closer. She came willingly, hovering over him, her body a breath away, every inch of her erotic promise.

"This is Aloria..." She murmured, her eyes glinted with barely concealed mischief. Her tongue darted out, sliding over her bottom lip in a slow, torturous manner.

Jian wasn’t sure he still remembered how to breathe. He exhaled a slow, measured breath.

His lungs still burned.

"Every inch of this stronghold...is mine." His tone was husky, heavy with desire and possession. It was want and warning, all in one.

"And you..." Her fingers brushed the line of his jaw, the pad of her thumb grazing his lower lip. "Are mine."

He growled, low in his throat. A primal guttural sound. Her gaze searched his, she leaned in and his eyes went closed, anticipating. Her lips brushed his, tasting, tongue grazing his lips and then she pulled away.

He reached for her, desperate to close the distance, but she was faster, spinning away from him grasp with feline grace.

"Damn it, woman..." Jian groaned.

Xenon chuckled behind her, the sound rich and full of heat. He shrugged casually as she waltzed into his waiting arms, like she belonged there.

She did.

Reaching up, she pulled his head down, hands tangling in his hair, and their lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle... deeply, hungrily, passionately.

It was wild, possessive...a claiming.

And that’s when it happened.

A warm glow pulsed from her, magic surging unrestrained. Jian felt it warp around him, and then the grove,

He wasn’t sure she was aware of it, but everything around them changed slowly. It was still the grove, restored to its natural enchanting state. The bodies were gone, the blood was gone, an enchanting glowing barrier surrounded the grove,

The trees arched taller, gleaming with life. The moon bathed the space in silver. And beneath them, the ground shimmered away, leaving only the moon pool, cool and crystalline, licking at the edges of their knees.

A throne rose behind him, silent and regal.

Jian sank into it, breathless. Watching. Burning.

Xenon was behind her now. Fingers working to undo the buckles of her armor with practiced care. He spun her around so she faced Jian, their eyes met and their gaze held as her armor slowly fell away and then her riding suit followed.

Piece, by piece.

She was stripped slowly, worshipfully... until she was completely unveiled to his gaze.

"I know," she said softly, breath catching as Xenon’s hand circled her bare throat, holding...not hurting.

Her eyes never left his.

"I know how much it stirs you," she whispered, voice trembling with truth, "watching him love me."

Jian couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Only feel.

This side of her, it drove him to a dizzying desire...it was beyond need, it was craving.

Beyond desire...it was devotion.

"This is what you wanted," she murmured. "Both of you. Not just to have me...but to be known by me. Touched by me. Marked by me."

Jian’s hands clenched around the arms of the throne, his knuckles pale. "Say it again."

Xenon’s claws brushed the side of her throat.

She didn’t flinch from Xenon’s hold. If anything, her body arched into it, her voice huskier now, whispered like a chant.

"You are mine."

A single beat passed. And then...

"So is he."

Xenon’s lips grazed the shell of her ear. "I always have been."

The statement struck Jian like a chord pulled taut. His breath caught again...from just how right it felt. Their unity. Their surrender. Their shared madness.

"Then come show me," Jian rasped. "What it means to belong to you."

She moved like a priestess walking through fire. Bare, deliberate, glorious. Every step toward him was a step closer to his sanity unraveling. She knelt between his parted legs like a queen lowering herself to be crowned by worship. Jian barely managed to keep still as her lips brushed his jaw.

"You feel that?" she whispered against his skin, "That ache under your ribs? That’s where I live now."

Xenon came up behind her again, one hand sliding down her bare spine, his touch featherlight. Jian could see the restraint in his movements...like he was tasting eternity, not just skin.

She reached for Jian’s belt then, her fingers trembling...not from fear, but from anticipation. When she finally freed him, he hissed, hips lifting.

Her hand found his throbbing manhood, and his head fell back with a guttural groan.

"Easy," Xenon murmured from behind her. "You’ll break him before we begin."

She smiled, but it was soft...too soft for how wildly Jian’s heart was thrumming.

"I want to break him," she said. "Just a little."