“Please,” he says. “You’re dying for another go on my cock.”
“In your dream?—”
“Quiet,” I say softly. “That temper of yours needs to be culled, slayer.”
She hisses, but when I place my hands on her shoulders and squeeze, she shuts up.
“That’s better,” I murmur in her ear. “Swim?”
I drop my hands to her waist and wrap my arms around her, transporting us to the lake.
She gasps as we materialise at the water’s edge, stumbling slightly in my grip. The cold late afternoon air hits us both, but I’m already heating the water, turning it from grey to that inviting turquoise that made her melt last time.
“Again, with the lake?” she complains, but there’s less fight in her voice now. Good.
“Water is chaos in its purest form,” I explain, steering her towards the edge. “Constantly moving, adapting, never the same twice. It’s the perfect conduit for what we need to do.”
“Which is?”
“Strip you down to your base components and rebuild you from scratch.” I grin at her horrified expression. “Metaphorically speaking. Mostly.”
“That’s not reassuring.”
“It’s not meant to be.” I release her, stepping back togive her space. “Now strip.” I pull off my shirt, tossing it aside. “The point isn’t to make you comfortable, Nyssa. It’s to push you past your limits. Past the carefully constructed walls of duty and discipline that are currently choking the life out of your potential.”
She stares at me for a beat, calculating the odds of me drowning her versus the odds of the world ending if she refuses. The world ending wins. She kicks off her boots and reaches for the hem of her hoodie.
I remove the rest of my clothes and wade into the lake, turning away to give her some false sense of modesty as she strips off. I turn when I hear her enter the lake and enjoy the jiggle of her tits as she walks towards me like a fucking goddess. But none that I’ve ever met. She is perfection.
She stops a few feet away, the water lapping just above the curve of her breasts. Her skin is flushed from the sudden heat, or perhaps from the fact that I’m staring at her like I want to fuck her until the world does end. What a way to go.
“Eyes up, God of Chaos,” she murmurs, splashing a wave of heated water into my face.
I wipe the droplets away, grinning. “You don’t like me looking?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” she says. “It’s that I don’t trust you.”
“Smart girl.” I close the distance, the water swirling eagerly around my hips. “Trust is earned. Chaos is experienced.”
“Stop talking and fix me.”
“I’m not fixing you, Nyssa. I’m unravelling you.” I reach out, gripping her waist. She flinches but doesn’t retreat. Her skin is scorching, a fever heat that has nothing to do with the lake and everything to do with that ancient bloodlinescreaming for an outlet since it has been around the very creatures it was designed to kill. She has absolutely no idea the history between us and the power that lies dormant, but expectant in her blood. She has no idea the centuries we plotted our revenge on the creature who would have their power when we resurfaced. On the flip side,wehad no idea that the creature would be this feisty, sarcastic, incredibly strong woman with a rack to die for and apparently a pussy that has made Voren lose all reason. It takes a monumental amount of effort not to thrust my stiff cock inside her and forget the mission entirely. But that would leave us in a position where the world will likely end, and I’m not ready for that yet.
“Control,” I say, my voice dropping an octave. “You slayers are obsessed with it. Every move calculated, every breath measured. Chaos requires the opposite. You need to surrender.”
“Surrender isn’t in my vocabulary.”
“Then you’ll break.” I let a spark of raw chaotic energy bleed from my fingertips into her skin. The water around us hisses and steams. “Stop holding yourself together. If you want to channel the Firsts, you have to be willing to fall apart.”
She gasps as the energy hits her, her nails digging into my forearms. “It hurts.”
“Growth usually does, sweet slayer. Now, breathe. And for the love of the gods, stop trying to punch the magic. It hits back.”
She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. She wraps her legs around me, and I stifle my groan as I feel her pussy pressed against me.
“Are you doing that on purpose?”
She smiles, eyes still closed. “Maybe.”
