“They aren’t going to hurt me,” I say, forcing my voice to stay steady. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m the one giving them grey hairs.”
Rynna laughs, that cackling sound that used to annoy me but now feels like a song I’m about to forget. “Good. Keep ‘em on their toes. You’re a Vale. We don’t do damsel in distress.”
“No,” I whisper, gripping the glass until my knuckles ache. “We definitely don’t.”
This is it. The last quiet moment before the storm breaks and washes everything away. I drain my glass, the liquid courage doing absolutely nothing against the divine dread settling in my gut. I need to leave before I crack and tell her everything, before I beg her to run, before I drag her into a war she can’t win.
“I have to go,” I say, suddenly.
Rynna blinks, mid-chew. “Already? You’ve barely been here five minutes.”
“Duty calls,” I say, standing up. My legs feel solid, but the air around me is vibrating. “Stay safe, Ryn. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Well, that’s fucking boring,” she mutters.
I force a smile, turn on my heel, and walk out of the warmth before the tears pricking my eyes can fall. Outside, the darkness waits, and for the first time, I don’t just walk into it. I command it.
I take a breath, letting the cold air scour the taste of Guinness and grief from my tongue.
Dreven materialises from the gloom across the street, his form coalescing from the shadows between streetlamps. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay. He knows better.
“Done?” he asks, his voice a low vibration that rumbles through the soles of my feet.
“Done,” I say. “I didn’t tell her. It felt... cruel.”
Voren steps out from behind a parked van, bringing a sudden drop in temperature that frosts the windscreen. Dastian drops down from a roof gutter, landing with a silent, chaotic grace that belies the sparks jumping off his knuckles.
“Cruelty is a matter of perspective,” Voren says, his gaze drifting to the pub window where warm light spills onto the wet pavement. “Leaving her alive is a kindness.”
“Let’s hope she stays that way,” I mutter. The invisible snake shifts on my head, tightening its coil. It’s impatient. So am I. But for something else. “I need you.”
Voren grabs my hand and uses his power to take us to Marrow House. The glamour has well and truly gone now, but I don’t care. I just want to be fucked into oblivion before I take on the Devourer.
I don’t wait for him to make the first move. I spin and use my strength to shove him up against the rotting wall. My hands rip at his shirt, exposing his rock-hard abs. I moan and lick him, sliding my tongue over the grooves before my lips close over his nipple. I flick it, making him groan. His hand goes to myhair, fisting it as Dreven and Dastian arrive. They waste no time stripping me off as I press my hand to Voren’s cock.
He’s hard already, thick under my palm. I squeeze, slow and cruel, and his breath hisses out between his teeth. Dreven’s shadows strip me in a sinfully efficient sweep while Dastian drops his mouth to my bare spine, licking and sucking until I’m soaking wet.
I flick Voren’s zip open and take him in my hand. Cold, heavy, perfect. He tilts my chin up with icy fingers, eyes intent. “Say please.”
“Please,” I grit, shameless.
Voren’s thumb presses into the hollow behind my jaw, commanding my mouth open. He kisses me deeply, thoroughly, tasting me as I jerk him off. His hands drop to my waist, and he lifts me up, ignoring Dastian’s murmur of protest. I wrap my legs around Voren and sink onto his waiting cock.
He is gorgeously enormous, and my mouth goes slack as he pumps me up and down slowly, using me as much as I’m using him. Dreven slides in behind me, as Dastian moves to the side, gripping my hair and forcing my mouth to his. Dreven’s cock nudges my pussy, and I whimper as he guides it inside alongside Voren’s. I gasp, half-pain, half-greed, as Dreven pushes in deeper. The stretch is glorious.
“Breathe,” Voren orders, dragging my hips down, forcing me to take the impossibility. Ice and shadow split me open in the best way.
“Greedy,” Dreven murmurs against my shoulder, voice sharpened steel. “Our girl wants all of it.”
Dastian kisses me, swallowing the noise I make as they ride my pussy in ways that make my skin tingle.
I roll my hips, and everything inside me detonates. “Fuck?—”
My curse is swallowed by Dastian as my body convulses wildly between the three gods. But I have never felt more alive,standing here in the middle of a decrepit mansion, impaled on two cocks with a third desperate to be inside me. I take Dastian’s cock in my hand when he moves my hand over him.
I stroke him hard while they drive into me, a filthy rhythm that strips me down to the bare, ugly truth of what I am: theirs. Dastian bites a curse against my mouth and spills hot over my fingers. I drag that slick to my clit and circle, frantic, greedy, needing to feel him coating my pussy. Voren’s grip brands my hips. Dreven’s shadow cuffs bite my wrists with promise.
My orgasm detonates. I come shaking, gutted, wrung out while they grind deeper until everything collapses into bright static.
