“Then do it,” I murmur.
His shadows transport us instantly, and I’m suddenly on my back in that decrepit guest room, the mattress springs digging into my spine as my head swims. Dreven looms over me, fully dressed, while I’m completely bare and dripping with lake water and the cum of two gods.
He grips my jaw, tilting my head back to expose my throat. “I want your surrender.”
My pulse hammers against his palm. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming, oversensitive and desperate.
“You can have it,” I whisper.
Triumph, hunger, and a savageness that makes me tremble flicker in his eyes. He releases my jaw only to grip my thighs, spreading them wide. The shadows twist around us, solid and seeking, sliding over my skin like a thousand cold fingers.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed between my legs where I’m swollen and leaking. “Dripping with their cum.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t look away. “Does that botheryou?”
“It makes me want to add mine.”
He presses his fingers against my clit, and to my embarrassment, I squirt all over his fingers, a sudden sharp flood that makes him growl possessively before he ducks his head and sucks my clit into his mouth. I arch off the mattress as pleasure spikes through me so intensely that I can’t breathe. His tongue is merciless, circling and flicking while his shadows coil around my wrists, pinning them above my head.
“Dreven,” I gasp, my thighs trembling.
He sucks harder, thrusting two of his fingers inside me. I come undone with a broken cry, my entire body convulsing as another orgasm rips through me. I’m wrung out, destroyed, and he’s nowhere near done.
He lifts his head. “You taste like everything I’ve ever craved and everything I should destroy.”
“Then destroy me,” I whisper, because I’m too far gone to care about self-preservation anymore.
He scoots off the bed and stands at the foot, making his shadows flip me onto my stomach. I barely have time to brace myself before they drag me down the bed, and then his hands grip my hips, yanking me up onto my knees. The sound of his pants unzipping is loud over the pounding of my heart, before he drives into me from behind with one brutal thrust.
I’m still swollen, oversensitive, and I cry out, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he pounds into me.
“Too much,” I gasp, even as my body betrays me, clenching around him.
“You can take it.” His voice is a dark promise as he pulls out slowly before slamming back in. “You were made for this. Made for us.”
The shadows wrap around my throat, just tight enoughto make breathing difficult. My vision blurs at the edges, pleasure and pain bleeding together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me higher up the mattress until the shadows yank me back down.
“Look at you,” he growls, one hand fisting in my hair to pull my head back. “Reduced to a whimpering mess on my cock.”
I push back against him, meeting each brutal thrust with desperate need.
“Harder,” I demand, because if I’m going to surrender, I’m doing it completely.
His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back further until my spine arches at an almost painful angle. “Greedy little slayer.”
He slams into me harder, as his shadows coil around my breasts, pinching my nipples. My pussy clenches around his massive cock as another orgasm builds impossibly fast.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Come on my cock. Show me how thoroughly we’ve broken you.”
The shadows at my throat tighten just enough to make everything go hazy, and that’s all it takes. I shatter, screaming his name into the musty mattress as my entire body convulses.
Dreven growls, a sound that’s more beast than god, and drives into me one final time. His release triggers another wave through me, and I’m drowning in sensation, in power, in the complete and utter destruction of everything I thought I was.
I’m not the slayer anymore. I’m… theirs.
The shadows release me, and I collapse onto the mattress, trembling. I can’t move, can’t think, can barely breathe. My pussy is throbbing, leaking their cum, andevery muscle in my body feels like it’s been put through a wringer.
Dreven pulls out slowly, and I whimper at the loss. He flips me onto my back and pulls my knees up before he spreads my thighs. His fingers ghost over me, and I flinch. I’m raw, burning, and yet if he wants to fuck me again, I’ll do it.
