Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Give a Little Bit

I come around, sitting bolt upright, and my body trembles beneath me.

I’m not sure how long ago she took over; it could have been minutes, or it could have been hours.

I am naked still.

Naked in the bed and Helos is not here.

I throw myself off it and yank my dress back on before putting on a robe for good measure.

I have to face him. I know.

I grit my teeth as I open the door and walk into the sitting room.

He doesn’t look up. He is sitting on the couch with the fire blazing, staring at it as if it might tell his future. The room feels hot, stuffy, almost unbearably so.

“Are you Kera or the other one?” he asks, still not looking at me.

“It’s me,” I say.

“Kera?”

“Yes,” I reply, walking up and standing before him.

His eyes scan over me. I can see his anger and his confusion. “What was that?” he snaps. “Was that some sort of test?”

“Why would I test you?” I ask, confused.

“Why would you do what you just did?” he growls.

“I didn’t. I don’t know what happened. She just took over,” I reply.

He folds his arms. “I thought you said you control her?”

“Things aren’t exactly normal for me right now,” I murmur.

“So will it happen again?” he asks.

“No. She was pushing me. Making a point, that’s all.”

“And what was that?” he snaps.

I swallow, meeting his eyes. “She wants me to forgive you.”

His eyebrows raise and he smirks. “Really?”

“She thinks I can trust you,” I state, ignoring the dramatic change in his tone.

His lip curls slightly. “Keep talking.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “She wants you.”

He sighs, reaching his hand out to me, and as I take it, he pulls me down beside him.

“As beautiful as she is, I don’t want her like that. I don’t want you like that either,” he states.

“What do you want?” I ask.

He pulls me into his lap, wrapping those huge arms around me. “I want you, Kera. I want you here. In my arms. In my castle. In my life,” he states.

“I want to keep you safe, to make you happy, to protect you, and give you everything you ever desire.”

I gulp. “How can you want that?” I ask quietly.

“Why would I not?”

“Because I’m a siren. People don’t want me for that reason. They don’t see me for that reason.”

“For what reason?” he asks.

“For me. For my happiness. It’s about them, their needs, their desires, not mine,” I state.

“Kera, look at me,” he says, sliding his bent fingers under my chin to lift it. “I don’t give a fuck what other people think. I want you just as you are, ~all~ of you.”

I blink because I don’t know how to respond. This man, this king, has torn my heart out, ripped it to shreds, but I want to trust him. I want to believe him.

The creature in me is begging me to. She’s pleading, crying out, and I shut my eyes, listening to her for once.

I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling his face down, and lift my lips to meet his. He tastes just as delicious as I remember. His lips are just as sensual. He gasps in shock and I breathe it in, breathe him in.

“Okay,” I murmur against his mouth.

He pulls back, watching me. “Okay what?” he asks.

“We will fight the monsters together,” I say.

He grins before wrapping his arms around me and plunging his tongue into my mouth.

We lie there, cuddled up in each other, and I drift off in his arms.

When I wake, it’s morning and we’re still there, on the couch.

Helos is asleep.

His head is perched between the armrest and the back. I stare at him, this man, this mystery. He still makes no sense to me.

He still confuses me in so many ways, but I want to believe him when he says he cares. I want to believe him when he says he can protect, and most of all, I want to believe him when he asks me to trust him.

I run my hand down his cheek, just as the creature did so many hours before. His stubble prickles my fingertips and his eyes flutter open.

He looks at me and all I can see in those amber irises are care, affection, and perhaps something deeper too.

I kiss his lips softly and he groans as his lips pucker up to meet mine.

I want him.

In this moment, I want him more than ever.

His arms wrap around me tighter and he pulls at the robe around me. I shift, moving to get it off me, and he runs his hands down over my silk nightdress, his fingers stroking over my nipples.

“Helos,” I murmur so quietly.

He kisses me again as his hands begin to grope and massage my breasts. He rubs his thumbs over my nipples while his fingers gently knead them.

I moan at the sensation. At the delicious torture of it. I begin to writhe against him, my hips gyrating against the growing bulge in his trousers.

He growls appreciatively, then rolls us both so that he’s on top of me and I’m flat on my back. He starts to pull my dress up. I feel the silk sliding smoothly up my thighs as his mouth traces down along my neck.

I wait for his fingers to reach down, to move between my thighs, but they don’t. Instead, he moves completely. His head rests between them, and I frown, confused.

“What…,” I ask, and he shakes his head.

His eyes are full of lust, desire, and the same desperate need I have. I take a deep breath, breathing in his arousal, breathing in the heavenly scent of it as I close my eyes to heighten my other senses.

He slides my underwear off, and I gasp as I feel something wet touch me. My pussy. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced, nothing I’ve ever felt.

My eyes snap open, and I see him, his mouth right there, his eyes staring back at me, and then he does it again. He runs his tongue slowly but hard the whole way up to my clit, and I groan so loudly in response.

No one has ever done that, licked me, touched me in this way. I’m lost in the moment for a second, and as Helos starts to lick me over and over, I feel the creature asking to be let out, to join, to be a part of this.

I can’t refuse her. I can’t shut her out, but I also fear letting her take control completely.

His tongue starts to slip in and out of my entrance, and I kick my legs. The feeling of it, the pleasure, the pure ecstasy is like nothing I can describe.

His thumb starts to flick my clit, slowly, teasingly, and my whole body aches as the heat deep inside me grows and grows.

My body clenches, and some of my arousal leaks out, and Helos licks it up as if it is the most delicious thing he has ever tasted, the most satisfying meal that’s passed his lips.

He groans and I feel the vibrations run right through me.

His tongue continues to slide into me, and I start writhing as my body gets closer and closer to the edge. He’s watching me now, watching my body respond, watching the expression on my face.

He knows I’m close too. He can feel it. He can smell it.

The creature inside is so ready, so desperate, and as the tightening coil inside snaps, I arch my back and scream, letting my body do as it likes, letting my instincts take over, and I cum hard as Helos licks up every bit.

I shudder as I finish and pull him to me.

We both need what’s coming next.

He undoes his trousers, pulling them down so his entire ass is exposed. I yank my dress off over my shoulders. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want to feel the heat of him with nothing between us.

He rips his shirt from him and then he grabs my legs. He runs his hands up my legs, and stretching his fingers, he digs them delightfully into my thighs.

“Helos,” I gasp.

My eyes are locked with his. My hands are running up his massive biceps and along his shoulders.

He lowers himself on top of me and slowly plunges his dick inside.

I groan, feeling my body respond, feeling my muscles shift to allow this man, this king, access.

He’s so big, so immense, but he’s so gentle too. He slides himself in, pushing until he fills me entirely, and then he slides back out.

The creature in me soars. She’s here, she’s a part of this, a part of this lovemaking because that’s what it feels like. Not lust, not desire, not just pure hedonistic pleasure, but something deeper, something more profound.

Helos finds a rhythm, thrusting, penetrating me so exquisitely slowly, and I rock my hips with him, my hands wrapping around his neck, relishing every second this man is inside me.

“Kera,” he murmurs.

His eyes are shut. His beautiful hair falls about his face. I can’t help but be entranced, beguiled by him, as if he were the siren and I were the king.

I kiss him softly, teasing his lips with mine. He grabs my face with his massive hand and kisses me back.

We gyrate, we writhe, we fuck like this for what feels like hours. Every time we get close to our ending, Helos pulls back. He edges us both, and it’s the sweetest, most incredible kind of torture I’ve ever known.

I don’t want it to end. I don’t want us to cum. I want to keep him like this, stay like this, be like this for as long as we can.

He covers my body in his kisses. He covers my skin in his caresses.

I run my hands down his back, scratching lightly, as I kiss him back—his neck, his chest. I circle his nipples with my tongue and elicit a deep growl, and that makes me so close to cumming that I think I almost do.

And when we can take no more, when our bodies and the creature in me have been so sublimely sated, we fall over the edge. Together. He growls out his climax as I scream so loud that I know the guards hear.

We collapse back onto the couch, but once he gets his breath back, Helos carries me to the bed, and we curl into one another, holding each other. And we drift off for a few more hours.