Page 61 of Of Gods and Pain

When I reach his cock, I grasp the base, squeezing and dragging my palm up, forcing more arousal to coat the tip. He groans and the unearthly sound breaks me; I dart forward, flattening my tongue against the tip and swirling until he’s panting.

“Gods, I’m going to come just from the sight of this alone,” he murmurs. I swing my gaze up to find his burning holes straight through me.

Smiling, I watch him unblinking as I lower my head and slide him to the back of my throat, swallowing and pressing my tongue up when he’s fully seated. His eyes roll back, pleasure writing the most carnal words across his features.

I work myself over his length, giving him everything I have and hoping he understands just how much this means to me. I’m too stubborn, so we’d still be wandering around the truth if he hadn’t found the courage to speak first.

And I want to show him how thankful I am for that.

I pop him out of my mouth, using a hand to massage him instead. Lowering my head, I shove his legs over my shoulders, giving me access to all of him. I feel his hesitation and resolve to say something just before I feast on his other hole, wetting the area for what I’m about to do. His half scream, half cough, pulls a chuckle out of me as I continue to ravage him.

Once I’m satisfied, I run my tongue up and take a moment to work it around each of his balls, giving them the attention they deserve. When I make it back to his line of sight, he’s staring at me with wide, confused eyes. But I don’t give him the chance to question me before forcing him to bottom out in my throat, while at the same time working the tip of a finger over the wetness below and pushing it in slightly.

A deep groan settles in my chest at the same time he gasps, realizing what I’m doing. “Fuck, you’re tight. I can’t wait to fuck you here.” He loses all words as I push in further, continuing my mission on his cock.

I fuck him with my finger and mouth, driving him to writhe and tremble beneath me.

Yes.

It doesn’t take long before his breathy voice permeates the sinful noises being made with my body. “Em, I’m going to come,” he blurts, as if he’s trying to warn me so my mouth is away from his release.

Fuck that.

I want it all.

Instead of responding, I pull him deeper, feeling his muscles twitch all around me before stiffening. Warm, salty cum hits my taste buds and I’m done for. I swallow him down eagerly, continuing to milk his length for more; after a few moments, his hips buck, my motions becoming too overly sensitive and he tries to push me away.

“You taste almost as good as our other bond,” I smirk and he laughs deeply, all the tension leaving his muscles.

“I think yo—” A gasp cuts him off as both our heads snap to the door, where Nell gapes at us.

My smile wavers, about to invite her to join us, but the horrified look on her face makes me pause.

All three of us are silent, not having discussed this dynamic before. What could I even say to her, given her eyes speak of betrayal?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Anellah

My fingers brush through soft, black fur as I lay with Xamira on our bed, petting her at her incessant request. She always knows how to help my bad moods, though, because I smile at the ceiling as her purrs rumble through the unyielding emptiness I felt a while ago.

It was clear I hurt Cas and Em when I told them I wanted to be alone for a while. I can sense their need to help me, and the disappointment that radiates through them when I say no.

They’re my soul bonds…I should be able to always find comfort in them and not have trouble talking about the things that haunt me.

But it’s not that simple. They have an idea of what happened to me, especially from the description I gave them from the last time Andras kept me hidden. But it was so much worse this time, and I just know it will shatter their souls to hear about what that monster did. And each time I’m with them, I can feel the questions hovering in the air…

What happened?

How many times did he fuck you?

Why didn’t you let us help?

Why did you fucking leave in the first place, you stupid fucking idiot?

The last one is what’s been on repeat in my head for weeks. For some reason, I always seem to think I know better than I do, and I never learn the lesson.

But it’s not just about what Andras and Imogen did to me; it’s how they did it. Sometimes I was so confused about where I was, because they would say things that I’d only ever heard in my foster homes.

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