“It’s not going to distract me.”
She pouts and opens her eyes, lowering one of her hands to wrap around my cock. “You want me to relax? I know a better way than meditation.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You have already fucked Dreven and Voren. Are you looking for a hat trick?”
She clamps her thighs tighter and moves closer, pressing her tits against my chest. “You want me to relax, don’t you? Before Dreven, I hadn’t had a shag in months, years, even.”
“So now you’re making up for lost time?”
“I was wound up tight. Masturbation isn’t the same.”
“Why are you trying to seduce me when you know how important this is?”
She sighs. “Because I know myself.” Her thighs tighten around me. “If I try to surrender mentally, I’ll just build another wall. My brain is wired for defence, Dastian. But my body?” She squeezes me, and I can’t stop the sharp breath that hisses between my teeth. “My body knows how to yield. It’s the only time I stop thinking about duty and death. If you want access to the primal part of me, this is the door.”
I stare at her, feeling the chaos energy inside me swirl and churn like a storm seeking release.
“You’re manipulating me,” I say, even as my fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of her hips, betraying my hunger.
“Is it working?” Her eyes challenge me.
“Spectacularly.” I lift her with barely a thought and thrust upward. I don’t bother with gentleness. It’s not what either of us needs. Her gasp is intoxicating as I stretch her, her head falling back to expose the vulnerable line of her throat. The power surges between us, not just physical but primal, ancient. The lake responds to my lossof control, water bubbling violently around our joined bodies.
“Don’t hold back,” I growl against her throat, driving into her with a force that makes her entire body shudder. “Let it break you, Nyssa.”
For once, she doesn’t fight. She surrenders, and it nearly breaks me. It is the single most magnificent thing I have ever seen. Her arms wrap around my neck as she holds on and takes over control, riding me hard. The friction is maddening, slick and hot over my aching cock. Being inside her is every bit as enlightening as I knew it would be. Fucking our sworn enemy is a high I don’t think will ever be surpassed. Voren was right. She isn’t just taking; she’s demanding, her nails scoring down my neck as she sets a pace that would kill a mortal man. But I’m a fucking god, and she’s proving to be something entirely other.
“There,” I rasp, feeling the shift. The climax is building; the barrier in her blood is fracturing. The chaos I pushed into her is merging. “Feel that? That’s not just me inside you.”
She throws her head back, a feral sound tearing from her throat that vibrates against my chest. The lake around us responds to the spike in energy, the turquoise water darkening to a violent, roiling violet. Steam hisses off her skin, spiralling up into the mist like smoke signals.
I grip her hips, anchoring us both as the silt beneath my feet shifts. “Don’t fight it, Nyssa. Let it burn.”
I pump her on my cock, thrusting deeper, seeking that spark of ancient power buried under layers of stubborn discipline. She clamps down on me, tight and convulsing, and the sensation nearly sends me over the edge. But I hold on. I need her to break first. I need the slayer to shatter so the vessel can rise.
“Dastian!” She screams my name, and the air around us crackles with red lightning, striking the water’s surface without scorching us.
“Fuck, Nyssa,” I groan as my cock twitches inside her.
“Told you,” Voren murmurs, coming up behind her and placing his hands on her waist. “Can you handle two gods, slayer?”
Chapter 30
Nyssa
Voren’s hands are ice against the scalding heat of my skin, a shock to the system that makes my hips buck involuntarily against Dastian.
Dastian laughs, a low vibration that travels straight to my core. “Let’s see how many pieces we can break you into.”
He splits me open with each brutal thrust, and Voren’s icy fingers find my swollen clit, circling where Dastian’s cock stretches me raw. Lightning cracks across my vision, my nerves flayed alive by sensation.
“Two gods at once?” I arch my spine, using Voren as leverage as I impale myself deeper on Dastian. “I’ve killed things with more hands than you both have combined.”
Voren bites me, his teeth breaking skin where my pulse hammers. “We’ll ruin you for mortal men.”
The lake water boils purple-black around us, thick as blood. The disciplined architecture of my mind is failing. It’s being devoured by something ancient and starving. Their divinity floods my veins like venom, and I’m notfighting the corruption. I’m begging for it to consume me faster.
“Ruin me,” I gasp.
