Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 803: Death Of Him ()

Jian had been worshipped for half his life... But not like this. Not like he was something sacred and sinful all at once.

Her grip was gentle but firm as she stroked his length. Her gaze held his captive, watching him react to her touch. How his pupils dilated, his eyes grew hooded and his breaths came in quiet gasps.

His mind grew fuzzy with the sensations flooding him. All he could see was her, all he could feel was the jolts of pleasure her touch stirred.

Xenon whispered guidance from behind, pressing kisses down the curve of her back.

Not like she needed it. She handled him so expertly, Jian could have sworn she had learnt his body’s needs better than he knew them. Her pace, her rhythm, every stroke, every time she tightened her hold or upped her pressure,

She left him gasping, clawing the arm of his throne to keep himself seated. Especially when her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Then in one fluid motion, her head dipped down, and her tongue slowly trailed the underside of his length, lingering on his tip, right before she took him into her mouth. Almost half his length disappeared beneath those plump lips in one go.

"Scales!" Jian hissed,

She worked her lips slowly, carefully till his tip hit the back of her throat. A throaty moan escaped Jian, his eyes hooded as they trailed Xenon’s hands playing with her bare breasts.

The sensation of watching her take him, watching Xenon worship what Jian would devour, sent something deep and feral unraveling inside Jian.

"You think you’re in control right now," he growled.

She made a sound, something between amusement and agreement that sent a pleasant vibration through him.

She pulled away for a moment, Jian almost lost it.

"I know I am," she purred, eyeing him.

"Scales, don’t stop..." Jian groaned.

"You asked..."

"Veah..." He warned when she began to argue.

She laughed then, eyes glinting. A sound that converted to a gasping moan.

Her gaze flicked downward, and Jian followed it, just in time to see Xenon’s fingers part her folds, slick with need. It seemed someone else was in charge.

Or they had colluded against her, not even for the first time.

"Be a good girl, Veah." Xenon warned.

She whimpered quietly and finally complied with Jian’s desire. This time, she didn’t hesitate, or tease.

She took him fully and formed a rhythm, like she made love to him with her mouth.

Jian saw stars. His head fell back, his lips parted, his breaths were gasps and shudders.

He felt that pressure building rapidly, till it reached the threshold and spilled over.

His climax was strong and rocked him completely, but she rode him out gently, pulling away when he calmed.

He watched her lick her lips, like she didn’t want to miss a drop of his essence. He leaned down, claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

When he pulled away, her head fell back slightly, into Xenon’s shoulder. Her breaths trembling as Xenon slowly strummed her.

"Can you still handle me?" She whispered, watching him like he watched them.

Xenon chuckled. "Can you?"

Jian hissed beneath his breath. "What do you take me for? I’ve waited centuries for a taste of that body."

"Good. You can wait a short time more." She murmured and then her hand moved to stop Xenon’s wrist that was intently driving her crazy.

She turned to him, "You swore you wouldn’t choose him over me."

Xenon cleared his throat lightly, exchanging a helpless look with Jian. "But I didn’t..."

"I’m his Dragon Queen. I won’t be his good girl." Neveah murmured. "Just yours..."

Xenon grunted as Neveah’s hands undid the buttons of his tunic. She took her time, eyes fixed on him. When it was gone, her hands moved to his belt buckle.

Undoing it and helping him out of his breeches. A slab of vines melded together beneath her as she lay back in the moon pool, her hair swaying in the water.

Xenon watched her for a moment, his gaze taking in her naked body, glistening in the moonlight.

"You want me first?" He asked to be sure. "I’m rough. I can’t...hold back."

She shrugged casually. "I’m not glass. I won’t shatter... unless you want me to."

Xenon swore she would be the death of him. He didn’t hesitate.

He hovered over her, leaning down so his forehead rested against hers.

"Dun vied mira exs tostén." He breathed in Dragon tongue.

"I offer you my life and bond." Neveah interpreted it, her tone awed.

And then he kissed her, slowly, deeply. Like she was air and he was a drowning man.

She pulled away. "Don’t do that. Don’t... hide from me. Show me... you."

She wasn’t afraid of him, or of this. But the way they both looked at her...like she was some kind of salvation, made her chest ache.

He hesitated for a moment and then he claimed her lips again. This time with a fiery passion, and a bruising possession.

His hand found her sex, moist in her desire. She was ready for him... for them.

He didn’t warn when he took her. One fluid thrust and he stretched her tight sex, eliciting a pained whimper from her.

"You’ve not been... taken..." Xenon realized.

"Scales..." Jian groaned, his jaw tight. Watching her take Xenon, surrendering completely, it carved both desire and a primal ache into his chest. She was his queen. His. And yet... he was undone by how much he wanted her free, wild, choosing them both.

His tongue darted to wet his lips, but his eyes stayed locked on hers, pleading...wanting.

"There were attempts...I wasn’t easy to dominate... and Lothaire still hadn’t settled on...a highest bidder..." She whimpered.

He held her hips, keeping her steady as he stretched her with another timed thrust.

"Hush now." Xenon grunted. "You’re allowed two words alone...two names."

She shivered beneath him, letting out a strangled moan. His thrusts, slow at first, grew to a steady rhythm and then faster, deeper and harder than that. Her head fell to the side, mouth open in a soundless moan, her eyes met Jian’s hungry gaze and with Xenon’s grunts of pleasure, it amplified the sensations by double.

Her bond ripped open, every mind block she didn’t know she had in place crashed and the sensations ricocheted between the three.

She could hear their thoughts, feel their desire, their love, their devotion, their craving...almost as clearly as she felt hers.

Tears sprang to her eyes, she trembled from the sheer force of the feelings flooding her. Her senses sharpened, her wolf rising to the surface. Her eyes glowed, releasing a sound between a moan and a growl.

"Scales..." Xenon gasped. "She’s beautiful... and she’s so tight, she feels so good..."

She wasn’t sure if he thought it or said it. But she felt the effect those words had on Jian through their bond.

They felt it too, the madness of not just their desire but three, merging into one.

For a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Bond to bond, soul to soul...they were one.

When Neveah’s climax hit, it was with such force, their names tore from her throat in a scream.

Xenon...then Jian, or was it Jian and then Xenon? She couldn’t keep track. She didn’t want to keep track.

Her toes curled and her back arched. But Xenon’s grip on her hips held her in place, leaning down into her shoulder as he reached his peak.

"Veah..."

He didn’t know what he was asking for. He just knew he needed something. He only understood what he needed when Neveah’s canines sunk into his neck, right where she had left the first mark.

Hot, white pleasure exploded behind his eyes, as a stronger wave followed the first. He shuddered panting for breath, eyes lolled to the back of his head.

She withdrew her canines, her tongue grazing the puncture. Sending another wave of pleasure through him.

He laid by her with a gasp, still trying to regain his bearings as he stared up at the towering trees.

His fingers brushed the mark on his neck, wonder flickering in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to fall so deep, so fast, but there was no turning back now. The ghost of her bite lingered, along with the truth:

He’d never be whole without her again.

He turned slightly, watching Jian beside her, the weight of sharing settling deeper than he’d expected.

"I’m doomed." Xenon whispered. I won’t survive her, Jian. Won’t be able to get my hands off her for longer than a few hours. She’s not just ours now...we’re hers."