Page 74 of Ondine: Vol. 2

Ondine and Jake look at me with wonder. What the fuck just happened?

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Home on the Peninsula

Ondine

All the men watch me with intensity as I finish licking all of Shadow off of the both of us. Jake stops me from getting on my knees for Shadow though.

But it’s what I needed. All of it. Shadow’s smell. His cum. Jake’s love. Sebastian and Arnie’s presence. Everything. I had myself a little omega panic attack. And now I feel much better.

I can see Shadow’s confusion (and fear) at what we did to him. He just was smelling real good. And I liked his duster.

And I’ve totally noticed he always has a book on him. Shadow manifests machetes out of thin air and works for a security company. But I discovered he actually got his college degree in English Literature. Specializing in poetry.

There’s a lot to Shadow I need to learn.

And I’ll have time.

We leave the cold dark music hall and meet Sebastian in the car out front. I sit between Jake and Shadow, laying my head to rest on Jake’s shoulder while holding Shadow’s hand. My nest in my lap.

It warms my little omega heart.

When we get home with some pizzas, everything quickly becomes warm and loud. The guys are eating and sharing stories.

I can’t believe they are getting along.

I find myself wrapped around Arnie while we stand around the counter.

“You did so good, honey,” he says and hearing the sound of his voice brings me pure joy. “Are you hungry?”

I tell him I’m starving. Jake has a plate already put together for me. Even though everyone is around the kitchen island, I take my plate to the table. I’m tired and I just want to eat. Jake slides me a whole plate of Caesar salad. And then he brings over a second plate with some pizza.

Good boy.

Sabbies has a large glass of lemon-lime soda and places it in front of me. He doesn’t meet my eyes, and he’s in the middle of finishing up some story to Shadow, and now Arnie, about some Gun Marshall.

“And I had no idea the Marshall thinks I’m the one who shot up the sand dunes. So I’m just chatting away. Cool as a cucumber.”

Arnie laughs. Shadow grins. Sabbies makes all these gestures.

Jake brings his own plate over and sits next to me, putting an arm around the back of my chair. I kiss his cheek and then get back to my food.

His hand briefly goes to where I kissed him. Like it surprised him.

When the bulk of Sabbies’s story ends, Arnie comes to sit on my other side. He tells me again how well I’d done today.

“I messed up though.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Jake asks, sincerely.

“Because I did. I’ve been doing this a long time. I know. They are looking for my technical expertise. They want me to not let them down if I represent them. Audiences at performances are meticulously listening for perfection. They aren’t looking for passion. They want precision.”

Jake’s chest deflates as he finally realizes what I’m saying. “And you played like a fiend.”

I smile softly. “Yes.”

“Well, I can always kidnap that guy with the bad facial hair and torture him until he accepts you.”