CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40-18+

"Mogxecheni Alpha Tide, to what do I owe this honor?" A dead-drop sexy, middle-aged male with dark, heavy, bra-length waves of hair and purple eyes and a light mustache, dressed in a finely fitted cape, greeted him, bowing.

Zeenare gestured for him to sit while he took the seat opposite him.

"I was surprised when the summons came in. His Majextry, Alpha Tide of Ockonayia, who has hated the Finlines witches for centuries, sent for me. I am truly honored." Placing his hand on his chest, he gave a second bow.

"You’re talking too much." Zeenare’s voice cut through the room. "I have to break a curse. And you’re the strongest and oldest wizard in the Tide I know, and that is why you are here." He said, leaning in on the chair.

Odios stared thoughtfully at Zeenare before speaking, "For the curse placed by Queen Luxen, I believe?"

Saying nothing, Zeenare stared at him.

So Odios continued. "Even though I’m strong, that curse cannot be broken by me. The queen, your mother, has come to me before, and so did Ravira, but nothing we knew and tried worked. And it seems the curse can only be broken by the caster or the creator."

Mother, what have you been up to again? I remember telling you not to be bothered with me.

"I don’t know who she used, but they are more cunning and evil than anyone I’ve ever come across," Odios added.

Who can be that strong to do this? The witches in Mavenixa are not as strong as those in Ockonayia. So who was it? Zeenare’s gut churned, his gaze not shifting from Odios.

"If they are that strong, what are the possibilities they are not merman?" Zeenare questioned.

"That I can’t say. But I can say this, if they are Finlines, they would be in the Abysshold or among the humans coven."

I thought as much. The Abyss holds things that are extremely vile, but for the mundane world... that cannot be.

"Then what could cause a curse to change?" Zeenare’s heart hammered in his chest, his eyes hoping not for what he thought.

"A changing curse." Odios repeated, "It could change for lots of reasons," Odios explained. "Because of the hate the caster harbors. To love, time, and mostly to make the one who was cursed suffer."

Luxen! That scaly witch!

His mind roared, his fists clenched tight, then Zeenare turned to Odios, "That will be all," his blood boiling in frustration. "Aluna will see you out."

"Yes," Odios replied sharply. "The pleasure was mine to meet you, Alpha. Mogxecheni."

"Alpha," Odios suddenly stopped on his track, then spoke, "I would suggest you use your time well, because it seems something has changed and I hope I’m right when I say that was why you called me."

Zeenare hummed, watching him as he walked out.

He walked to the window, looking out into the mansion, and sighed, pressing his hand over his forehead. "What can I do now?"

He turned to the door, striding towards it, and proceeded to his room.

As he got inside, Rhea was still asleep. He sat close to Rhea on the bed’s edge, one hand cupping her face, the other tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Pumpkin, it’s late. You have to eat something." He whispered, his voice low.

"Mm...mm," Rhea groaned, her eyes drifting open heavily.

Zeenare leaned in, placed a soft kiss on her forehead, before gently pulling her up against the bed head.

Rhea looked at him, still sleepy and disoriented. "What time is it?" she asked.

"Seven in the evening." His voice was rough.

"Ooohh," she pulled the cover back over her body. "I wanted to sleep more." She mumbled, closing her eyes.

A soft chuckle spilled from Zeenare’s lips. "Come on now, don’t be a kid. Because right now you are being too cute for me to handle."

Rhea’s heart leaped from her chest as he gently took her lips in a soft kiss, swirling his tongue tenderly. A subtle moan escaped Zeenare’s lips. His jaw tightened as he bit his lower lip, his eyes trailed down to his lower crotch.

"Zeenare, you are a beast." He muttered under his breath.

Looking back at her, her eyes were wide, her lips hanging from her mouth, her face stained.

Whoa, that’s a seductive look you have there, Rhea. Trying to make me eat you for the second time? he thought.

Rhea’s eyes swiftly darted from his face to the wall, avoiding his gaze, swallowing his taste still in her mouth. Her heart pounded profusely.

Oh god, I’m cooked. I’m seriously cooked. Did I just want to hold his head and almost press him?

She hurriedly jumped out of the bed through the other side and walked to the table with the tray of food.

She sat down and picked a piece of omelette while Zeenare sat directly opposite her, his gaze drinking her in.

"Thanks, the food was tasty." She said, picking up a brew juice.

"Is it to your liking, or do you want something more stronger to stretch you hard?"

Before he could find out, the whole contents of Rhea’s mouth was in his face.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was a mistake." She picked up a towel on the table, moving to Zeenare’s side of the table as she wiped his face.

Holding her by her wrist, he added, "It’s okay, you quenched my taste by the way."

At his words, Rhea’s face heated up again, her eyes trailing down to his lips.

He pulled her onto his lap, his hands possessive on her waist, stroking her with a deliberate pace.

Her hands were on his shoulders as her spine stretched. Fuck, what is wrong with me? Why am I so sensitive?

"How are you feeling?" Zeenare enquired.

"B...better. I don’t feel any discomfort and I’m strangely filled with energy." she replied.

"That is good to know. Now you have to bathe those blood off your skin." He stood up with Rhea in his arms.

When he said I was cursed and he was the solution to ease the curse, I never took it seriously.

Rhea’s eyes lingered on him as they stepped deeper into the room, then into the bathroom.

The look on his face when he came rushing to my side was filled with terror and like he was scared of losing something very special to him.

Zeenare placed her down, reaching for her button.

"What are you doing?" Rhea questioned, holding his hand, her eyes sharp.

"Helping you with your buttons." Zeenare’s tone was flat, his face expressionless.

"I can do it myself and you need to step out," Rhea instructed.

I guess it’s his thing to bathe people. Her mind flashed to the first day she was here.

Zeenare said nothing, scanning her small frame, then stepped forward. "I know you can do that. But not today."

"What do you mean not today?" Rhea tilted her head high to meet his gaze.

"I would rather love to show you, Pumpkin." Zeenare leaned down on her, taking a fistful of her hair in his hands, placing it at the other shoulder.

His lips touched the portion of her revealed soft, smooth skin.

Immediately, Rhea stood on her toes, a faint moan falling from her lips. Zeenare wrapped his hand over her waist, pressing her against his body as her legs almost gave out by the contact of his hands housing her butt cheek, his long thick fingers pressing down on the flesh around her entrance, brushing and massaging on it.

"WAIT wait," Rhea managed between breaths, pulling back a little.

Zeenare yanked her back, his hardness on her tummy, his lips trailing up her flesh to her lips.

Rhea’s toes curled as his lips claimed her, his fingers teasing her and his hands on her nipples.

Her breath rising, her entrance gradually getting soaked.

That feels so good. Rhea thought.

She moaned in his throat, as she leaned forward into him.

Zeenare hoisted her on his arm, wrapping her legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss. He stepped forward into the pool sized bathtub with warm water.

"Do you want me to stop?" Zeenare asked, his voice very deep and rough, thick with hunger.

"No, no, don’t." Her breath was heavy, her body tingling with needs.

"Then hold on, as tight as you can. Don’t let go." He slid his zipper, releasing his cock, then slammed into her.

"Shit shit shit," Rhea cursed.

Gods, that feels good. Her mind rumbled. I want more.

Rhea pressed forward, locking his lips to hers, her hands all over his hair, her eyes closed tight.

"Please go harder." She begged, her going mind blank, her body begging to melt into his touch.

Zeenare let out a soft growl.

"Pumpkin, don’t say what you can’t handle." He hissed, then slammed hard and deep into her.

Rhea pulled back as her back arched, her hands at the back of his neck. A sweet moaning escaping from her core.

Moans filled the air, heat expanding, flesh making noises.

"L...low down," she begged, but he didn’t. His pace increased.

"I can’t pumpkin, please let me get to your soul, Rhea." He mumbled, his eyes shut, squeezing her against his body, thrusting deeper, ravaging her core.

Eat her up, his mind whispered. Yes I want to eat her up. I want to touch her soul.

"Z...z...eenare, please." She begged, trembling in his arms as she groaned, while Zeenare’s breath coming out in heavy gasps filling her up.

His lips found hers in a passionate kiss before he placed her in the tub.