Page 40 of Fire and Fate
"Would you allow me to help you?" she asks softly, her thumb stroking my cheekbone. "Your body is calling out for relief, and I can provide that if you want it. But only if you want it, Kaia. I won't do anything you're not ready for."
The fact that she's asking, that she's putting the choice in my hands when she could easily take, makes it so much better. This is what I've been seeking without knowing it. Not freedom from Alphas but freedom to choose my own. To have agency in my own bonding, my own pleasure, my own life.
"Yes," I breathe, the word coming out desperate and needy. "Yes, please. I need—"
"I know what you need," Alessia says gently, and then she's kissing me properly for the first time.
Her lips are soft against mine, tasting of something sweet I can't identify. The kiss starts gentle, Alessia exploring, learning the shape and feel of each other. But it quickly deepens as my need rises, as my body demands more. Her tongue traces the seam of my lips and I open for her immediately, gasping at the sensation of her deepening the kiss. She tastes divine, addictive, and I find myself chasing more even as she gives it freely.
Her hand slides from my face down my neck, her touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. Every nerve ending feels hypersensitive, responding to her with an intensity that steals my breath. When her fingers trail lower, skimming over my collarbone and down toward my chest, I arch into the touch with a whimper I can't suppress.
"So responsive," Alessia murmurs against my lips, her voice thick with desire. "So perfect."
She takes her time, mapping my body with reverent touches that make me squirm with need. There's no rushing, no urgency in her movements despite the way my scent is filling the room, broadcasting my desperation. She touches me like she has all the time in the world, like learning what makes me gasp and moan is the most important thing she'll do today.
When her hand finally slides lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants, I cry out at the contact. She's gentle but confident, knowing exactly where to touch and how muchpressure to apply. Her fingers find where I'm slick and ready, the queen making a sound of approval deep in her throat.
"So wet for me already," she says, her lips moving to my neck to press kisses there. "Your body knows what it needs, doesn't it? Knows that I can give it to you."
I can't form words anymore, can only gasp and whimper as she begins to work me with those elegantly long fingers. She starts slow, building the pleasure gradually, and I'm already trembling beneath her touch. One finger slides inside me and I arch off the bed, the sensation overwhelming in the best way. She gives me a moment to adjust before adding a second, stretching me carefully while her thumb finds that bundle of nerves that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
"That's it," Alessia encourages, her voice a purr against my ear. "Let me hear you. Let me know what feels good."
I cry out as she picks up the pace, her fingers moving with purpose now. The pleasure builds and builds, coiling tight in my core. Her thumb continues its maddening circles while her fingers curl inside me, hitting spots that make my vision white out. Sounds I've never made before fall from my lips, desperate and needy, and she responds to each one with adjustments to her rhythm and pressure.
The room fills with magic, sparking between us, responding to our connection. Golden light begins to emanate from my skin, the residual magic all Omegas carry but amplified by arousal and need. It mingles with Alessia's magic, which manifests as warm orange and red flames that don't burn, creating a breathtaking light show around us.
"Look at us," Alessia whispers, awe in her voice. "Look at how our magic responds to each other. This is what the prophecy meant. This connection, this perfect harmony."
I watch through pleasure-glazed eyes as our magic intertwines, dancing around each other like they're celebratingfinally finding their match. Gold and orange and red swirling together in patterns that feel both ancient and new, like something that's been waiting to happen since the beginning of time.
The pleasure continues to build, climbing higher and higher until I feel like I might shatter from the intensity. Alessia seems to sense how close I am because she adjusts her angle, her fingers moving faster while her thumb presses more firmly. She leans down to capture my mouth in another kiss, swallowing my cries as I teeter on the edge.
"Come for me," she commands against my lips, the authority in her voice combined with one more perfect curl of her fingers inside me sends me over.
I shatter completely, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I can't breathe. My back arches off the bed, my hands fisting in the sheets as I cry out her name. The magic explodes outward in a burst of light, our combined power creating a shockwave that ripples through the room. I'm dimly aware of things rattling, of the very air vibrating with the force of our connection, but mostly I'm lost in the overwhelming sensation of release.
Alessia works me through it, her fingers gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last aftershock until I'm trembling and oversensitive. When she finally withdraws her hand, I collapse back against the mattress, boneless and satisfied in a way I've never experienced before.
I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Alessia brings her fingers to her lips, tasting me with an expression of pure satisfaction. The sight is obscenely intimate, making heat pool low in my belly despite having just found release. She hums in approval, her eyes closing briefly as she savors the taste.
"Delicious," she murmurs, opening her eyes to look at me with such open desire that it makes my breath catch. "Everything about you is perfect."
The sound of the door opening makes us both look up. Zara and Solace are standing there, and I can immediately tell something has shifted between them. Solace's lips are swollen, her hair slightly mussed, and there's a flush to her cheeks that speaks of recent passion. Zara looks satisfied in a way that makes it clear exactly what they were doing while Alessia was taking me apart.
Alessia grins when she sees them, clearly pleased. "I see you took a moment with Solace as well," she says to Zara, no judgment in her tone, only satisfaction.
I twist around, my chest still heaving from the intensity of what just happened, reaching out for Solace instinctively. She comes to the bed immediately, settling beside me.
"Did the queen take good care of you?" Solace asks softly, brushing damp curls back from my forehead.
I nod, unable to stop the giggle that bubbles up from my chest. "It looks like the queen took good care of you too," I point out, taking in her disheveled appearance and the mark I can now see on her neck where Zara must have bitten or sucked.
Solace flushes deeper but doesn't deny it, a small smile playing at her lips. "She did," she admits quietly.
Sleep is already starting to take over, pulling at the edges of my consciousness. The combination of travel exhaustion, emotional overwhelm, and the satisfaction still humming through my body is too much to fight. I sag against the mattress, feeling more content and safe than I ever have in my life.
"Rest, baby," Solace murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You'll need your strength for your heat, okay? It's going to hit soon and you'll need to be ready."
