It was all too much. I was overwhelmed with sensation. I moved my hands to Pollux’s jacket and gripped it tightly, holding on as my body swayed into him from Caspian’s thrusts.
“Good girl, Ava. So close. Come on my cock. I want to feel it again. You’re so beautiful when you come and feel so perfect with me inside you.”
“I can’t,” I insisted with a raspy plea but I was lying. I already felt it approaching but it felt so deep and overwhelming I didn’t want it. I already felt spent, my body shaking and tired. I’d already come more times than I ever had, harder than I ever had. A whimper came from my mouth right before it hit like a tidal wave, drowning me in its intensity. Pollux’s tongue pulled it from me brutally and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Such agood girl,” Caspian growled out through his teeth. As the orgasm shattered me into pieces, I felt a white flash of sharp pain deep inside me. I screamed, my body tensing, my fists gripping Pollux’s duster as I let the leather soak in my tears. Caspian’s breath hitched as he pushed past where he should and went in deeper.
“God, Ava,” he choked out.
Euphoria abruptly spilled over me, the pain washed away in a sudden rush. Pollux’s tongue was still suctioning and I cried out, wanting to beg them both to stop because it was too much. I felt like I was being torn apart, my orgasm making my insides tense and pulse. My mind felt floaty.
The euphoria kept words at bay, kept everything at bay but bliss. I whimpered and lost sense of my body.
“I love you, Ava,” Caspian said, breaking off into a feral groan as I felt his body slam harder into mine, filling me up more. He reached around me, pulling me up flush against him. Pollux finally pulled his tongue away as he looked up at us, his eyes sweeping over the image of us joined. He reached down and tightly gripped himself through his pants. Caspian tried to work himself deeper, groaning as he filled me as much as he could in front of the other man. I pressed my hands to my stomach, feeling swollen and uncomfortable.
Caspian’s groans were feral, animalistic, rough, and scratching. His teeth scraped over my neck but didn’t bite down.
I felt strained, too full. It was uncomfortable how much of him was in me. I was making pathetic little noises. Caspian’s hand threaded with mine on my stomach, our fingers weaving.
“Shh, it's okay,” he murmured hotly in my ear as he pulled out, he pressed our hands down on my stomach. A moan of relief came from my mouth as liquid gushed out between my thighs. Pollux’s red eyes widened in shock and he sat up straighter as Caspian’s cum drenched my thighs thickly.
“That’s right, show him,” he rumbled against my neck. Then with an exhausted huff, Caspian pulled us both down on the bed, side by side. I was so tired, I didn’t want to move an inch. I reached out and gripped Pollux’s thigh and he instantly laid down in front of me, his fingers touching my cheeks and eyelids and then lingering on my lips. He scooted closer until I was sandwiched tightly between them.
Caspian held me from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around me while Pollux rested his hand on my hip, his eyes closing. I hadn’t thought about how exhausted they must be too. Probably even more so than me.
“I’ve got to call people,” I whispered, my eyes already shut. Caspian mumbled something I couldn’t decipher as he dragged his nose along the back of my neck. We hadn’t slept well in days, all the while pushing our bodies in extreme conditions. With the bed underneath us, there was no way to fight off sleep.
13
“Wake up, Ava,” a dark voice chuckled. I started to stir. Realizing I was still in bed between Caspian and Pollux, I closed my eyes and furrowed into the fluffy fur of Pollux’s neck.
“Do you want to know what death is like, Ava?” The voice asked. My eyes snapped open and I stilled. That voice wasn’t a dream. “It’s not so bad until the worms start eating you.”
“Stop,” I whispered.
“They eat your face and even squirm their way into your gut. They shit you right back out like you were nothing at all.” This wasn’t happening. I was having a bad dream and was still half asleep. My body trembled as I pulled myself from the bed. I could hear Ben and Brandon talking through the door and saw the sun rising through the window. I hadn’t meant to sleep all night.
“Your bodyliquifies, Ava,” Makwa’s voice said.“Can you imagine feeling those bugs wiggle?” Barked laughter rang out in my head so loud I couldn’t hear anything else as I stumbled to the bathroom in search of my clothes. I shoved them on with trembling fingers.
“Shut up,” I said. He didn’t shut up though.
“Eventually… if you've been a real bad boy, Hell comes calling,” Makwa continued. I swallowed and grabbed Pollux’s diary that I had put on the bathroom counter, away from the water. “Isuffered death and decay but that wasn't the end. It never ends,” the voice growled with thick hatred that made a shiver race up my spine.
I left the bathroom and bedroom in a rush. Brandon and Ben looked over at me but I quickly slipped into the kitchen. The phone was attached to the wall next to a small table. I sat down and pressed my hands on my ears, bending over and breathing in counted breaths.
“Hell was that tomb you found me in. My people trapped me there. I think I might have gone a little insane.” I shook my head and started to hum, trying to block out the voice. This was not good. If this was real, if what this voice was saying was true… then he was a ghost. Then I’d let myself bepossessedby the thing I hated and feared the most.
He went silent. I stopped humming and pulled my hands from my ears.
“That’s right, Ava. But I’m like no ghost you ever met or will ever meet again. Satan himself didn’t fucking want me in Hell. Witches like us don’t become normal ghosts. We become abominations!”
“Shut up!” I yelled, my voice too loud in the tiny room. I heard Brandon and Ben go quiet and a moment later Brandon peered in through the doorway.
“Ava?” Brandon asked. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I reached for the phone.
“It’s not working,” Brandon said. I gave him a shocked look and pressed the phone to my ear. Static came through the earpiece and I set it back in its cradle.
