“You just fucked one to make yourself feel better. Don’t attempt a moral high ground, slayer,” he points out, maddeningly reasonable.
I glare at him, which is hard to pull off when I’m half-naked and covered in wood splinters. “That was different. That was your fault. That was…” I trail off because I’m not entirely sure what that was, but I know it wasn’t all his fault. That’s a cop-out, and we both know it.
“Inevitable?” Voren supplies, turning his head to look at me. There’s something in his pale eyes that makes my stomach twist.
I push that thought away and sit up, wincing as something sharp digs into my palm. “I need to go home. Shower. Sleep in a bed that doesn’t smell like Victorian death.”
He grips my hand. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says, his eyes flashing dangerously. “You told me never to stop. I said I can’t after this.”
“So what? You are going to keep me here as a fuck doll forevermore?”
“Don’t be reductive,” he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips that makes me want to punch him and kiss him simultaneously. “A doll implies passivity. You, my dear slayer, are anything but passive.”
He sits up, unbothered by the wreckage or his cock that is still eye-wateringly hard, looking like a dark lord amidst the ruins of a very expensive estate sale. “Besides, I intend to keep you alive. The fucking is just a spectacular bonus.”
“You’re a pig,” I mutter, trying to get up, but my body isn’t responding to commands right now. “I am leaving. I have a life. Ajob. A sister.”
“I’m already in your blood, Nyssa,” he says. “You can’t wash that out, and I’m not done with you yet.”
“Voren,” I snap, but then gasp when he moves over and pushes my legs apart, his mouth dropping to my pussy to suck on my swollen clit until I can’t breathe.
“Still want to go?” he purrs, slowly sliding two fingers inside me.
“No,” I pant, my eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming, bordering on painful, pleasure. “Not yet.”
Chapter 19
Dreven
Nyssa’s orgasm rips through her again as Voren sucks on her cunt like it’s his last day on earth. Who knows? Maybe it will be. When the slayer returns and the woman retreats, we are all in for a world of trouble. I should walk away, or I should beat Voren into a pulp, or I should join in. I do none of those things from the shadows where I watch them. Voren is clearly pleasing her, and she wants it; that is plain from her screams of pleasure and lack of pushing him away, so who am I to interfere? I can bask in the knowledge that I got to her first, and Voren is burying himself in her cunt already lined with my cum.
It’s a base, territorial satisfaction, perhaps beneath a deity of my calibre, yet I can’t quite scrub the smugness from my mind. The shadows curl around me, eager to slither across the floor and join them, to slide over her sweat-slicked skin and remind her who claimed her first. I unleash them. Voren has had his turn. It’s time to put this slayer to the test before she decides to kick us all back to the Pantheon realm and lock us away for another few centuries. My shadows are faster than thought, sliding across thedamp stone like liquid obsidian. They don’t ask for permission; they simply take. A tendril curls around Nyssa’s ankle, cool and solid, while another glides up her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin Voren has momentarily neglected.
Nyssa gasps, her head tossing back as the sensation registers. It isn’t the biting cold of the grave, but the heavy, velvet weight of the dark. Voren chuckles. He knew I was there all along.
I step from the corner, letting the glamour fade so I am fully solid, fully present.
“She is wrecked, beautiful, and utterly consumed. You’ve made a mess of her, Voren.”
Nyssa blinks, her amber eyes hazy with lust but sharpening as they find my face. “You were watching,” she accuses, breathless, her chest heaving.
“I am the shadows, Nyssa,” I say, crouching down to trail a finger over her cheek, smearing a drop of rainwater. “I am always watching. But now, I am done watching.”
Nyssa glares up at me, defiant even while sprawled in the wreckage of antique furniture and god-induced lust. “You think you can just step in?” she challenges, though her voice is a wreck, breathless and husky.
“Yes,” I murmur. “The divine energy was sated, but you can feel it rising again, can’t you?”
Voren hisses, but my attention is fixed on Nyssa.
“Divine energy?”
I nod, but offer no more explanation.
“So what?” she manages, her voice scraping against the silence. “I have to bang my way through the Pantheon to stop exploding?”
Voren goes back to sucking on her pussy, and she gasps, arching off the stone floor. I trail my shadows down herbody until they are drifting over her clit. She trembles as Voren thrusts his tongue into her, leaving my shadows to tease her.
“Only the ones capable of handling you,” I correct, my voice a rough purr that vibrates through the damp air.
