Page 72 of Ondine: Vol. 2

I spin around, assuming I’ll meet Jake’s eyes, but I have to look down at Ondine. Her face is all puffy from crying. Her hand tightens around my bicep. Jake is across the room where I last saw the both of them.

“Shadow,” she says on a whisper. Why is she talking to me? Arnie is here. Sebastian is here.

“What?”

“I need something from you,” she says and her cheeks get all pink. A sweet pink. Like someone put two little pink moons on the sides of her face.

She takes a step into me and I back up.

She takes another step, and I hit the door with my heels. She takes another fucking step and my back and head and arms press into the door. Her hands press into my stomach.

What the fuck is happening?

“I’m nervous to ask, but,” she turns a little to Arnie. He cocks his eyebrow at her. I have a feeling he knows what she wants, but is waiting for her to say it out loud.

“I can smell you. That sugary fig smell. It’s…oh so nice.”

She likes my smell.

“I want to taste you. No, sorry, I need to taste you.” Her voice is so utterly smooth it melts into my skin and makes me shiver.

“Ok,” I agree. “You can taste me.”

It doesn’t even shock me. I didn’t need to think about that one.

Her hands splay out and she smooths them under my duster and around my waist.

And now, I’m hard.

She sneaks a glance at Arnie.

My dick is so hard and it needs to be adjusted otherwise I’m going to be in pain. I shift my legs and it does nothing.

“Give her what she wants,” Jake says from behind her shoulder.

She wants to suck my dick, right? Like that’s what she’s talking about. But I’m not sure.

So, I wait to see what she does.

And what she does nearly breaks my heart.

She pouts.

Both sides of her mouth frown and her eyes get all moist.

“Oh, love,” I say without thinking.

She takes her hands off of me and says to Arnold, “Tell him what to do.”

His face smooths out and he suddenly looks like he’s the professional omega whisperer he claims to be.

“Shadow, fucking reach into your pants and get your pre-ejac and feed it to your omega.”

I get as far as “reaching into my pants” before I stop. Is he serious? He’s serious. She’s still pouting.

Sebastian’s orange scent clouds around us and I glance over to see him. I feel his arousal through the bond. Everyone is watching us.

I push my thumb over the slit on my dick and gather up a healthy score of precum, then bring my hand to her lips. There’s a momentary relief in my pants, but it’s right back to intense fucking pressure.