Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 900: Strenuous Activity ()

Neveah didn’t catch the first sight of dragon keep. Somewhere during the flight, the exhaustion from the magic she’d expended on the portal finally kicked in. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Reasonably, Jian and Xenon had anticipated it and decided on much the same arrangement as Kaideon. With Jian on the dragon back, steadying Neveah, it wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep.

And by the time she woke up, she was greeted by that icy chill that was characteristic of the first level. A quick glance at her surroundings through groggy eyes confirmed her suspicions.

She was home. Back to the dragon keep where it all began. Where she’d first learned to be something other than what Lothaire had crafted her to be.

How long had she slept for? The answer to that didn’t come as easily from a glance around.

Sitting up on the bed was a struggle, but she managed. Her gaze roamed the familiar space that was Jian’s room, before glancing down at herself to see her clothes had been changed, replaced by something that was more characteristic of the stronghold.

First thing she noted, albeit begrudgingly, was that she was alone.

If someone dared to change her, it had to be Jian or Xenon. The only other possibility was Estelle, but what was to say she was in Keep Skies at the moment?

If Cassian’s words were accurate, the stronghold was already overrun with beasts, and Dante and Estelle were a pair that would be refined for royal service in battle, Jian had once said.

Though Neveah wasn’t quite sure what the words implied. All dragon kin, battle lords or otherwise were in royal service, to her knowledge.

Even those dispatched to other territories reported directly to Dragon Keep.

The thought brought Cassian’s words back to mind, but thinking it over was a slow and agonizing process given how badly her head ached.

So Neveah was quick to give up on the attempt at solving all the world’s troubles by worrying over them when she wasn’t in the physical condition to do anything about it.

The sound of the door to the washroom coming open drew her out of her thoughts. So she wasn’t alone after all. That was comforting.

Xenon stood by the door, drying his hair. Droplets of water still trickled down his bare chest, and down it went, disappearing beneath the waistband of the loose pants riding low on his hips. Her breath caught as she caught a glimpse of his pubic hair, and the familiar bulge just below...

Neveah kept her gaze fixed on his face, rather than anywhere else. It wasn’t the right time, and she wasn’t even in the right condition to venture any lower.

"You’re awake." Xenon smiled, holding her gaze. But there was a mischievous look in his eyes that confirmed the internal struggle she’d just suffered a moment ago wasn’t lost to him. "And full of life too..." He adds, tauntingly, hinting directly at what she thought she’d been fast enough to conceal.

Damned mate bond. He’d probably felt her arousal as quickly as she had felt it.

Neveah didn’t entirely hate it. She’d gone, what? Two months without the warmth of a lover’s touch, and soon after they’d been intimate nearly every night... and at many other hours, driving her to the point of addiction.

Who was she to blame that with her memories came the knowledge of what she had been deprived of this long, and how could she remain unaffected when he stood over there, flexing that enviable physique created to be bent underneath?

"Fuck..." Xenon hissed, his gaze turned from mischievous, and instead darkened with arousal, "I can hear your thoughts, woman!"

"Oh?" Neveah feigned innocence, like she hadn’t let him through her mind barrier on purpose. He’d been asking for it when he poked about her mind with his curiosity.

Xenon grunts beneath his breath, taking a trembling step back. "You don’t know how hard it is for me, already. I haven’t been between those thighs in how long..." He grunts again, "I’ve been too concerned about your whereabouts to even attempt to give myself relief. And it felt wrong... without you here..."

Neveah tilted her head to the side, "Tell me about it."

Xenon grunts again, his eyes narrowing. "Careful now, you little minx. I only have so much self control. Everon warned repeatedly that you shouldn’t be involved in any... strenuous activity."

"And believe me, I intend to compensate for this deprivation... strenuously."

Neveah was awfully aware of just how much more prominent his bulge was becoming. So she thought, why not see how far his self control could hold? Or how long it would take before Jian appeared in the doorway...or through the balcony, whichever route was faster to make it here.

She wasn’t certain if it was the pain killers Everon was feeding her, or just a natural high from being back in a familiar bed, with company she actually desired. But she felt even more playful than usual...well, more than she’d let them see so far.

"How strenuously, My Lord?" Neveah asked, her tone dripping with innocence and feigned curiosity like she couldn’t already imagine what he meant clearly in her mind’s eyes. "Will I be unable to work properly for a day? Maybe two?"

Xenon drew in a sharp breath, reaching for the door knob of the washroom like he was contemplating retreating into it for safety.

Not like he could get away from her thoughts even if he managed an escape from her teasing. And he seemed to realise that too because his hand dropped uselessly to his side.

"Love... don’t push me." Xenon warned, "I’ll dive right into that trap and you’ll be worse off for it."

She tilted a head to the side, her gaze hooded. "Warning me off like that just makes you all the more enticing, you know? And you seem very enticed, yourself." She made a show of staring at his bulge unabashedly.

"Veah..." Xenon warns again, adjusting his stance in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his bulge. "I’m micro seconds away from jumping you. I’m a predator, woman...not some tame pet."

"The flames you’re igniting will cost you."

She smirked, "Didn’t I already prove I can handle the costs? Or do you need me to show you some more?"

"Damn..." Xenon turned away, running a hand through his hair.

Neveah’s lips twitched in amusement, just as the door flew open. She and Xenon both turned to find Jian standing in the doorway.

Decked in full court robes, he didn’t seem all that pleased. His gaze was pitch dark already. "Beloved...did you really have to get me running out of court?"