Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate
Chapter 246: The Phoenix Nest

Chapter 246: The Phoenix Nest

"And here I thought you were letting go of that big ego of yours. Don’t be so cocky, Alpha Siroos. It’s not like I can’t take it." She winked, her hand slipping around his waist as her wings flipped open.

The gown she wore was backless with shoulder straps so she could easily open her wings.

Seeing her magnificent wings span behind her, Siroos let his eagle spirit come forward. The large brown feathery wings sprouted from behind him and flapped.

"Race you to the nest?" Siroos cocked his head. The brown streaks of his curls fell right before his eyes.

"Ready to lose." Cassandra poked his nose with her index finger and took flight. Siroos followed hot on her heels, trying to catch her.

She giggled, her wings beating rapidly in the air as her body thrust upwards. The wind whooshed past her. The goddess soared, looking for the nest, hidden in the pink foliage of this dreamy tree.

Siroos deliberately kept his speed low, letting his mate take charge and win. Her precious smile was far more important to him than this race.

The streaks of gold in the tree trunk ran parallel to them as Cassandra stared down and hoovered in the air, letting Siroos catch up to her. He nudged his head, a slight wrinkle appeared on his forehead in confusion.

Cassandra threw her arms around him while her wings kept her stable in the air. Her greedy lips came tumbling down on his parted ones as they shared and stole each other’s breath.

With a low growl emanating and deep rolling in his heaving chest, the god of beasts pinned her against the glowing tree trunk, trapping her against his huge body.

The air sizzled with magic and lust around them, singing its rhymes of love and passion. Like a tornado of desire, it hit them, and Cassandra gasped as her mate’s tongue wriggled inside her.

Every nerve endings in her body became charged as Siroos explored every inch of her hot wet mouth. Desires circled her, sparks of an electric storm, ready to burn her with their charge of unfulfilled desires.

She shamelessly rubbed her body against his, feeling his hardness. Her hands held the corded muscles of his neck as she arched against the golden trunk and let out a heavy moan into his mouth.

Siroos let her mouth go and heavily breathed against her plump cherry lips.

"I can’t wait any longer; I will shred your gown if we stay here for even a few more seconds."

Her eyes drooped with lust curling inside her and she nodded slowly.

"Let’s go." Taking his hand in hers they continued to fly upwards, looking for the nest.

Cassandra spotted it between the two large branches with delicate hues of pink leaves cascading down like a soft shimmering waterfall providing it with a dreamy canopy.

"There." She pointed as they observed the marvel.

The phoenix’s nest was a masterpiece of natural beauty and mythical craftsmanship.

Round-shaped and perfectly sculpted, it stood about 15 meters in diameter.

Siroos and Cassandra shifted away the long intertwining branches of the foliage and entered this haven reserved for them.

Their eyes were instantly feasted with what lay inside as both of them folded their wings, and Siroos trapped her in his strong, needy arms.

Constructed from an intricate weaving of soft, iridescent feathers that gleamed in shades of gold, crimson, and white. Intertwined within the feathers was a layer of delicate pink cotton-like material, giving the nest a plush, cloud-like appearance.

The edges were adorned with small, crystalline embellishments that sparkled faintly, reflecting the ethereal light filtering through the coral-shaded foliage.

A wind chime constructed from gemstones, gold-hued metal rods, beads and feathers hung at the entrance, chiming away the heartwarming symphonies.

Inside the nest, a feast of exotic fruits was carefully arranged in a flowery basket. Their vibrant colours added to the visuals. Fruits with glowing, jewel-like skins and unique shapes—spiralling, star-like, and teardrop-shaped—sat alongside two golden goblets brimming with shimmering, enchanted vermilion elixirs. The drinks in them sparkled softly.

Then their ravenous eyes wandered to the bedding in the centre of the nest. It was a picture of luxury and comfort, crafted with unparalleled care to suit them. Layered with an intricate base of soft, downy feathers, with pristine texture and iridescent hues. They shone faintly, shifting between shades of gold, silver, and crimson, evoking the radiant colours of the phoenix itself. These feathers were meticulously arranged to create a plush, cloud-like foundation that cradled the bedding in unparalleled softness.

Atop this feathered base laid a red and gold soft sheet, its surface was smooth and lustrous. It gleamed faintly in the gentle light filtering through the nest’s surroundings. The sheet was woven from a mythical fabric that combined the softness of the finest silk and feathers with an ethereal glow of a special thread.

The pillows were embroidered with intricate patterns of phoenix flames and feathers, stitched in threads of shimmering gold and silver. Its design provided not only comfort but also an aesthetic charm for both of them.

"Wow! I was not expecting this," Cassandra breathed out, hyper-aware of Siroos’s hands as they inched closer to her chest.

Her eyes wavered to the corner where small wooden tables painted in gaudy strokes of gold and sanguine rested atop a washbasin, wash clothes of soft material, folded perfectly. A few bottles of special oils and cleaning materials lay beside them. Even spare clothes for both of them had been neatly placed.

"She did; she thought of everything; the only part left is for me to claim you." Siroos’s wet lips grazed on the soft spot behind her ear now, his tongue rolled out and began to lick her there as his hands grabbed both of her soft breasts and squeezed.

The atmosphere in the nest thundered with the lasciviousness energy which they both exuded. The air trembled with the faint sound of rustling leaves and Cassandra’s sultry moan as her mate’s teeth nibbled the mark he had left on her neck.

A gentle warmth radiated from her body as his hands rested on the straps of her luxurious gown and pulled them down off her gorgeous body. The scene was one of mystical beauty and obliterating passion being played in this magical sanctuary fit for these two soul mates.

It was time for the god to claim his goddess.