Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 901: Compensate ()

Xenon sniggered in amusement and Jian threw him a glare. "That includes you. You could have shut off your own thoughts rather than bombarding me from both sides."

"Well, it brought you here, didn’t it?..." Neveah smirked, leaning back against the headboard. "I wanted to see you, is all."

Jian raised a brow, "Oh no, you don’t." He clarifies. "You’ll have to compensate for that."

Her eyes widened slightly, "But Everon said..." She began to protest, but Jian interrupted.

"I know what he said. And I say, damn him." He grunts, taking off his robes till he’s standing in just his pants, completely bare chested. "Your lips seem pretty well recovered. You should put it to better use."

"I have to agree." Xenon nodded, crossing his arm over his chest in a way that made his toned physique all the more prominent.

Jian crossed the room, going over to sit on a couch and Xenon finally braved a step away from the washroom door, but this time, he crossed all the way to stand at the edge of the bed.

Jian leaned back, staring pointedly at Neveah.

She gulped, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "If that’s your wish, My Liege."

Jian growled low, a guttural sound rumbling deep in his chest.

Neveah smirked, she didn’t pay him any further mind knowing he would do the minding. Instead, she crawled slowly across the bed, her eyes fixed on Xenon’s.

He watched her through hooded eyes and his hand came down to stroke her hair when she stopped beneath him. And then it trailed down the side of her face, his thumb grazed over her bottom lip and then his hand slowly encircled her neck. She gasped softly, her gaze held captive by his.

He leaned down, and kissed her. A deeply passionate kiss, heavy with longing that left Neveah dizzy. She was breathless when he pulled away.

"You wanted to know...why I can’t touch myself without you here." Xenon murmurs, loosening his pants and tugging it down to free his erect manhood.

Neveah’s throat went dry almost instantly, and she wet her lips again.

She reached a hand up, feeling him up slowly and his breath trembled. Her tongue darted out to toy with the head of his length, for just a few moments before she drew in a slow breath, relaxing her throat muscles and then took him in.

Xenon hissed, his finger tangling her hair as she took him in as far down as he could go.

Bobbing her head and flexing her throat muscles with the ease of practice, Xenon’s pleasured grunts filled the room, growing louder by the moment.

"It’s because you’re the sole object of my every desire..." He continued, in a grunt. "My desires do not exist outside of you."

"I can’t be with another woman... or let anyone else touch me, not even myself, without your consent." He moans lowly, "You own me, Neveah. Heart, soul and body."

The sincere confession spurred Neveah on to drive Xenon to the edges of pleasure more blinding than he’d ever experienced, and all the training she’d unwillingly received on such matters came in handy.

Xenon thrusts were a steady rhythm, controlling her bobbing to match his. And the parts of him her lips couldn’t reach, her hands saw to. Leaving no inch of him unattended.

Just when he got close to the edge, she would slow her pace, eliciting a small sound of protest that was nearly a whine.

"Stop torturing the poor man..." Jian’s hand stroking her hair over Xenon’s sent heat pooling in her lower belly. "Give him release. You know he wants it."

She obeyed without hesitation, working her throat muscles faster. Xenon grunted, arching as his essence filled the back of her throat, his orgasm intensified by the delayed release.

It took him a moment to find his bearings again and Neveah was comfortable to soothe him into it with lighter strokes of her tongue.

When she pulled up again, her tongue grazed over her lips and she flashed Xenon a smirk. "You were saying something about costs?"

He hissed beneath his breath, leaning down to kiss Neveah full on the lips. "I take that back. You handle me so well..."

"But I’m not the only one you have to compensate to."

Neveah glanced up at Jian who still stroked her hair.

"I can smell your arousal... I can literally sense how wet you are." He groaned, "It’s messing with my mind."

"Do you think you can handle me... I want to be buried deep in that wet sex of yours." He grunts, "I’ll be gentle."

Neveah nods, her breath trembling, "Please..."

Jian didn’t need any further invitation. He kicked off his pants before climbing into the bed over Neveah.

He reached for the ties of her dress, fumbling with it for a moment before ripping it clean off and carelessly tossing it aside.

Her inner clothing followed in a matter of seconds, she was left bare to his hungry eyes, and he wasn’t shy about taking it all in.

His hand trailed the length of her body, leaving a burning trail until he arrived at her sex.

She gasped quietly as he stroked her gently.

"Did he...touch you?" Jian asked.

She knew exactly what he meant. And the look in Xenon’s eyes showed he also wanted to know.

She’d been in Alessio’s home without her memories for months. And they were mates. It wasn’t impossible that they’d gotten intimate.

"Would you be mad?" She asked slowly,

Jian exhales a heavy breath, still stroking Neveah slowly. "I would hate it, for sure. That someone else took what belongs to me." His tone was pained,

"But I know you would never be with another, if you hadn’t lost your memories." His eyes went closed, "And I wasn’t there to protect you."

"So I’ll make love to you as hard and as often as it takes to wipe every memory of his touch away for good."

Tears stung Neveah’s eyes before she realised it. "No one else has touched me, Jian."

His expression brightened instantly.

"He tried. But I could never go through with it..." She trailed off, thinking back to Alessio’s multiple attempts to bed her. "I did so much to avoid it even when he claimed we were officially bonded. At some point, I slit my wrist. Somehow, my heart always knew...who it belonged to."

Jian took Neveah’s wrist, his eyes trailing the scar that was yet to fade completely due to her slow healing.

"My woman...my Queen." He murmured reverently, kissing the length of the scar.

Xenon leaned over from the other side, claiming Neveah’s lips, and just as she lost herself in the taste of him, Jian’s manhood stretched her walls in a single thrust.