Page 27 of Of Gods and Pain

It feels so good, but it’s not enough. His touch isn’t fully there, and I open my mouth to tell him to press harder when his tongue swipes my words from existence. Heat builds at the base of my spine as Casmir becomes more hectic in his movements. It’s almost painful, but he hits the right spot and sends me over the edge. I grab his shoulders so tightly I’m sure I draw blood, but he doesn’t flinch under the pain. Instead, he catches each of my screams, swallowing them whole and giving me his greedy mouth in return.

A whimper falls from me as he pulls out. I look up at those beautiful green and gold eyes, taking a moment to admire his face. How did I get so lucky to have this every day? To have them?

I breathe in to tell him as much, but his eyes harden and he squeezes my hips, roughly flipping me over onto my stomach before I can. That one hurt a little, but I won’t complain. Casmir is usually the more gentle one, while Emrys is rough and demanding. They complement each other so well; but this is a welcome change in Cas.

He can have whatever he wants.

Tingles run down my spine, my breath speeding up even more as two pairs of hands wrap around my heated skin. I can’t see who’s touching where, but the fingers digging painfully into my ribs tell me that’s Em, while Casmir’s hands trail down my legs and off me completely.

I want to ask what they’re doing, but unyielding pressure on my lungs prevents me from taking in enough air to speak. I squirm, but Emrys’s hands hold tight and prevent me from leaving his hold. A trickle of cold slips under my skin, and the hairs on my arms rise.

Ridiculous reaction, Nell.

They won’t hurt me, they love me. They’re my soul bonds. Of course they wouldn’t cause me too much distress or pain.

But my chest tightens, my vision tunneling regardless of my attempt to comfort myself. Something is wrong.

I push my arms into the soft sheets, but my efforts are wasted because Em is determined to keep me here. What the fuck is going on?

I try to ask them that, but a sharp pain takes over all of my senses as something drives into my back. A silent scream is forced from me; I can’t get enough air to even groan. Something happened to them. Someone else is here. There’s no way they would stab me—especially like this—when we’re in bed and not in the training room.

I’m lifted by the waist, wincing and tensing every muscle as I’m able to take in the sight before me.

It is them: my bonds. Why are they doing this?

Emrys carries me over to a wall and smirks with an evil, unfeeling look in his eyes, as he intentionally slams me back against the surface as hard as he can. My mouth drops open in silent agony as the blade slides fully into my left lung.

Why? I try to ask but I can’t talk; my voice isn’t working.

My limbs tremble, my breaths heavy. Casmir walks over, his gaze no longer green and loving, but black and empty. They watch me struggle against the wall, small grins on their faces.

“Don’t worry, princess. You deserve this.” His mocking tone snakes over my bones, and bile rises in my throat.

“This is what happens when you betray us, love.” I must look confused through the pain because Emrys rolls his eyes. “Fucking another man? Sleeping in his bed willingly?” A dark laugh fills the tense space between us. “You’re. Ours. And we will do what we want with you. So we’ll fuck you one last time, just as a reminder of who you belong to, before we send you back to the gods.”

With the admission, he grabs me by the throat, pulling me forward enough to take the pressure off the dagger. The scent of roses fills the air, and I peek around his shoulder to see that we’re in Andras’s room. Why are we here? What did they do to him? The same thing they’re about to do to me?

He tugs me down to my knees, and I choke from the pressure. When I think they couldn’t make this any more uncomfortable, Casmir grabs my ankles and lifts them until they’re flush with my ass; that allows Emrys to flatten me to the wall once again, so all of my weight rests on shaking kneecaps.

“This might hurt a little, love,” Em chuckles. He grabs the hair at the top of my head, resting his palm on my forehead, before driving my skull back into the stone. Black dots fill my vision as the red room spins. The new angle of the blade in my lung makes me cough, blood splattering on Emrys’s pants.

At least he’s wearing black, so it shouldn’t be visible.

What? No, you cannot think about their comfort right now. Look what the fuck they’re doing to you!

I don’t get a chance to argue with myself before he pulls his pierced cock out and shoves it into my mouth.

“Mm,” he groans loudly. “Warm and slick from the blood. You feel like a fucking dream, Anellah.” He looks down at me, black taking over his eyes now; a snarl leaves him as he fucks my face so hard my head cracks against the wall with each thrust.

He’s going to kill me if he keeps it up. I can feel blood already seeping down my neck, rapidly mixing with the sweat coating my skin. He pushes as deep as he can, my jaw cracking under the pressure of him using his fingers along with his dick. He’s down my throat a ways and I attempt to breathe through my nose, which just causes him to plug it and laugh at my struggle.

Not again. What is it with males and suffocating me? Why are the two fae in the entire realm that are fated to protect me, stripping my life away?

They’re wrong. I don’t deserve this. They have no idea what it was like being tortured by Andras…who gives a fuck if I slept in his bed? This is insane.

All of my unanswered questions hover just out of sight as my vision blackens around the edges. Well, at least if I’m going to die, it will be by their hands.

He stays pressed into me, not allowing a single breath in while Casmir leans against the wall next to us. Just watching. My body convulses, and I involuntarily make one last attempt at taking a breath, but it’s useless and darkness consumes me.

---