Page 45 of Of Gods and Pain

Chapter Twenty-Two

Anellah

Ihaven’t felt this pretty in so long. Just one step up from molded trash, but still, at least I’m not wearing six-day-old clothing and my unwashed hair in a bun. I actually showered, put on a little makeup, and found the shortest, tightest dress I could. That wasn’t difficult since it was Cas and Em who filled my closet. This small piece of blue fabric barely covers my nipples, and gods forbid I bend in the slightest, otherwise I’ll be bare to the world.

And I mean bare. I didn’t bother grabbing underwear on my way out, since my mission doesn’t require any.

The stone clicks lightly under my heels and I tilt my head back, taking in the sweet scents of the surrounding city. I’m almost tempted to stop at one of the restaurants I pass, but food will unfortunately not be enough of a distraction.

Thumping floats down the road and I squeal, hurrying my steps to the club Emrys mentioned when we first arrived in Anloria. Apparently it’s not a normal 'dance until you die' club; but more of a ‘fuck whoever is willing, and don’t mind the watchers’ kind of place.

As I approach the building, sweat and moans permeate the crisp air. My brows scrunch and I halt before entering, trying to remember exactly how I got here, but I don’t think it really matters. I had just a little wine before leaving the castle, so the spinning lights are from the alcohol instead of my own damaged brain.

The loud music beats through my bones, carrying glorious heat through my shivering soul. I saunter up to the bar, downing two glasses of the strongest wine on their menu.

Now I’m ready.

I place a hand on a stool, waiting for this wave of dizziness to pass. I can’t focus on what’s happening; my insides are muddied and constantly rearranging themselves.

Well screw them, I’m here to forget they exist. So I swallow another glass of wine before floating to the dance floor, joining the endless waves of bare, sweaty skin.

I’ve lost myself to the hypnotizing music and low lights when I jerk forward, alerted that my bonds have walked into the building. I smile to myself, knowing they would come to me eventually. I left the connection open so that they’d be able to find me when they realized I was gone; if they want to tell me I’m not okay, and I’m suffering, well then they can watch exactly how I cope with that.

I scoot closer to the female I’ve had my eyes on since arriving, grabbing her hands and raising them in the air so that we’re both swaying to the euphoric melody. She smiles and I return it, genuinely—I feel fucking incredible right now.

I feel their eyes before I see them, as pricks of awareness jump over my glistening arms. Peering over her shoulder, I spot the two males holding pieces of my soul leaning against the bar, staring at me.

Well, Casmir is staring. Emrys is clearly pissed, and his glare could light up the room in fear. I wink at them before turning my attention back to my unofficial date; her blonde hair is matted to her neck, and those brown eyes stare right through me as I push her towards the wall next to us, giving my males the perfect view.

The heat in her eyes rises, her focus turning from dancing to a pleasure only another person could deliver. I lean in and press her lips to mine, grabbing the space where her waist meets her hips. She tastes like sweet apples, and I’m so pleasantly surprised at how nice she feels against me that I instinctively push my body harder into hers.

A deep wave of guilt threatens to rise to the forefront of my thoughts, but I shut it out, burying it in the vault packed full of other emotions I don’t want to deal with right now.

Her hands grasp my face as she deepens our kiss, inching her way into my mouth so that our tongues can dance as we just were. I moan at the contact, my desires becoming more frantic by the second.

I needed this so badly. A physical connection that I have control of, instead of it being forced upon me.

Conflicting emotions feather through the hollow pit inside me, and I realize it’s Casmir and Emrys’s feelings. They’re attracted to this…so much hunger hits me from them that I shudder. There’s a small amount of anger and jealousy, but mostly it appears they’re enjoying the show.

Let’s see if we can change that.

I reach down to grab one of her thighs, enjoying the soft skin that rubs against my hand. I hitch her leg over my hip and pull back from her mouth just enough to give her a chance to refuse. She doesn’t. She nods and claims my lips again. Kissing me like this is exactly what she needs.

She and I aren’t so different.

I trail a hand roughly down her abdomen, which contracts as I move. I smile into our kiss, enjoying the way her breathing deepens, and the way her body seems to arch into me more. I reach under her dress and chuckle when I see that she and I had the same idea. My fingers trail lightly through the short hair, not wasting time on the romance of it all; I’m not here to court anyone. Just fuck them and move on. Thankfully, she’s on the same page because she tilts her hips into my touch and bites my lower lip as I make contact with her slit.

Fuck, she’s wet.

I groan, gathering lubricant before circling her clit lightly. Her head falls back to the wall, pleasure written across her face—pure satisfaction rolls through me at the sight, and I desperately hope the two males are watching every moment of this. I slide my fingers down, pushing into her and rubbing my palm over her nerves. Her mouth opens on a silent moan and I capture it, breathing in her pleasure as I pump into her, curling forward as I pull out.

Her noises get louder, and I feel more than just two sets of eyes on us, but I don’t care. I’m too lost in this, seeking her climax as if it were my own. My hand moves fluidly, methodically, as I kiss down her jaw and over her neck. She wraps her arms around mine, holding me tightly as if she’s afraid I’ll let her go before making her come.

Not a fucking chance.

I want to feel her walls tighten around me, and I want to hear her scream with abandon because I’m the one making her feel this way. I’m giving her what no one else is. But I’m also taking; the gratification I feel at every ripple of emotion coming from my males is ecstasy.

They’re jealous, but they also want this. Me. I want them to need me so badly that they drop to their knees and beg for my attention.

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