Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 804: Claim and Ruin ()

Neveah grinned lazily. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin glistened with perspiration, her hair was damp with the water from the moon pool and her eyes were hooded, basking in the aftermath of Xenon’s lovemaking.

She was stunning. Jian didn’t think it was possible to be more beautiful than she already was.

But now, he knew better.

A well-satiated Veah was a new discovery. The object of his darkest desires...desires he only came to understand in this moment.

And now that he’d seen her like this , he couldn’t unsee it.

He didn’t want to break her, he realized. He wanted her broken...ready, needing,

What he would do, was shatter her completely.

"I won’t ask if you can still handle me." He said, voice low and warning. His eyes still devouring her body.

She laughed lazily, like one high on nectar. Or something stronger. "We both know...I was made for you..."

Jian felt those words in his loins. He groaned beneath his breath. Centuries at the peak of the world had taught him to contain his primal desires...to suppress them.

He had been too successful. He understood now, that was only because he had never tasted true desire.

True desire...was this. This... delicious madness.

"Come here, beloved." He said, leaning back against the throne. She sat up and crawled across the vines to him.

Throwing Xenon a glare when he lazily spanked her. He smirked in return, reclining on the bed of vines.

Jian said nothing as she approached. Just watched her, the hunger in his eyes smoldered like coals, slowly burning. His arms rested wide on the throne, his jaw clenched tight. Beneath his stillness, his control was a step away from non-existent.

Neveah’s body still hummed from the aftershocks of pleasure. But this...

Jian...was different. She felt it in the way the air shifted. In the way her name sat unsaid on his tongue, the way his eyes stared not just at her, but into her.

Veah climbed into his lap slowly, knees brushing his thighs, her body folded into his with the ease of someone who knew she belonged there. Her skin still warm and damp, her pulse fluttering just beneath his fingers.

When he lifted his hand, he didn’t grab her hips like she expected, he cradled her face. He didn’t kiss her...not yet. He just stared.

Her breath caught. The intensity of his eyes had her heart shuddering. "Jian?"

He growled low in his throat. The sound was not human. Not even draconic. It was something older, something forged in fire and ruin.

"You’re not just beautiful like this," he murmured, thumb tracing the corner of her mouth. "You’re dangerous. Because gods help me... I want to lose myself in you."

His confession made her body tighten in all the places he hadn’t even touched yet. She could feel the restraint in him, feel it like a storm pressing against his skin. All that barely controlled power. All that dark, aching hunger.

"I don’t want you restrained," she whispered, voice breathy, honest. "I want to know what you look like when you fall apart."

That broke him.

He surged up, kissing her with a hunger that had no patience left. No ceremony. Just need. He gripped the back of her neck, pulling her tighter, his other hand running down the curve of her back to anchor her against the hard length of him.

So she felt what she did to him. So she knew she had already ruined him.

She gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed it greedily.

Then he pulled back, his forehead pressed to hers, breath ragged.

"I’m going to take everything," he said, he rasped, voice low and dangerous. "Every smile. Every gasp. Every breath you offer. And when I’m done, you’ll still be begging for more."

She arched into him, lifting her hips to guide him in, but he caught her wrists and pinned them behind her back, holding her there.. caged against him.

"Not yet," he said. "You gave yourself to Xenon first. Now you’ll learn what it means to belong to me."

Her breath hitched, eyes gleaming with the heat and challenge in his words.

He kissed her again. Hard and possessive. His mouth devoured hers, and she moaned into him, letting him take what he claimed, but never without giving it back in kind. Her nails scraped down his chest when he finally released her arms, and his groan rumbled straight into her core.

"Turn around."

She blinked, heat crawling up her neck. "What?"

"Over the edge," he said, his voice lower now. Rougher. "Face down, hands on the vines. Let me look at you."

The way he said it, like a prayer and like a threat all in one. It made her legs weaken. She slid off him, heart pounding as she turned, her hands finding the soft, ever-shifting vines that coiled around the throne. They welcomed her touch, curling beneath her palms and forearms, lifting her gently to the perfect angle, as if they too answered to him.

Jian stood behind her. She could feel the heat of him before he touched her. His hand skimmed the line of her back, slow and reverent, until he reached the base of her spine. He paused there.

"You don’t know what you do to me," he said hoarsely. "You let me see you like this, and all I can think about is ruin. Of every man who’s ever touched you. Of you...so you can’t imagine wanting anyone else."

"So you’ll take all of me, Veah. And not break."

She felt the trembling in her thighs, not from fear, but from the weight of how badly she wanted this. Wanted him. And the frightening, beautiful truth was... he could ruin her. And she’d let him.

"Do it." she said, lips parted, breath shaking. "Ruin me, Jian."

He groaned like he was in pain. Sweet, necessary pain, and then sank to his knees behind her. He kissed the small of her back first, then lower, his hands parting her thighs until she was open, aching, trembling for him.

"I need you to remember this," he whispered against her skin. "Even if the gods take me tomorrow. Even if the world ends at dawn."

Her heart shuddered. She whimpered lowly.

"Every time you breathe. Every time you close your eyes and feel empty, know it was me who filled you completely. Who claimed the ache. Who made you need like this."

And then he took her.

Slow at first. A deep, aching stretch that made her arch forward with a broken gasp. He filled her completely, possessively, like his body was made to fit against hers. One hand gripped her hip, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her back just enough to expose the curve of her throat.

The pleasure pulsed through her in waves, bleeding into ecstasy. Xenon had broken her...but now, she wasn’t being broken,

She was being remade.

He moved inside her with growing intensity, each thrust building on the last, a rhythm so primal and perfect it pulled tears from her eyes. Not because it hurt...but because it didn’t.

It felt right. It felt like being known. Like being worshipped and ruined all at once. Like being claimed and ravaged in the same coin.

The vines tightened gently under her knees, as if they were responding to the rise and fall of her breath, grounding her as Jian’s body crashed into hers again and again, until their names were lost in moans and gasps and the slap of skin on skin.

Until nothing existed but this moment.

Until the throne itself seemed to pulse with their heat, their rhythm, their chaos.