Page 18 of A Haven of Brimstone and Darkness

Liquid fire streams into my throat and stomach, shot after shot of rich, hot cum filling me up until it threatens to overwhelm me and I choke on the amount. Theos pulls back, resting the head of his cock just inside my lips so that the rest can spurt across my tongue. I swallow back as much as I can, eyes burning and nostrils flaring as I drag in breath all the while.

“Don’t fucking swallow the last of it,” Theos growls. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Blinking in surprise, I look up at him, but he’s already withdrawing from my mouth and deftly sliding from the bed. Bringing me with him, I realize a split second later when his hand hasn’t left my hair, but uses its hold to drag me off the mattress and onto the floor.

I’m too surprised and confused to fight him, nor do I see any reason to when he’s not hurting me. As my knees hit the floor, Theos’ hand releases my hair for a brief interlude so that he can reach for my tunic. Drawing it up and off my head, he unleashes my unbound breasts—the binding material I’d used that day having been left hanging next to the washstand behind me.

Twisting a nipple with his thumb and forefinger, Theos stares down at me as my lips part in shocking awareness. It’s as if he’s sending those fiery, burning bolts of lightning from my breasts down to my core.

“Gods, yes,” he murmurs. “Just like that. Look at me,Dea.”

Unable to help myself, I arch against the sharp pain he causes at my nipples and do as he commands, looking up at him. “Your lips are covered in me,” he murmurs, appearing mesmerized by my mouth. “It’s all over your tongue. Fuck, it makes me want to…”

He twists my nipple again, reaching out with his second hand and doing the same to the other. I cry out, arching harder, and he swoops down. Falling to his knee before me, Theos steals the sound from my throat by thrusting his tongue into the recesses of my mouth.

His lips against mine seem to be the breaking point of my passive prelude and I kiss him back fervently. Reaching up, I grasp his head and hold him to me, sliding my tongue against his, letting him taste his own release on me.

More fingers pressing against my nipples, tightening and twisting, wreaking havoc against my insides. My stomach flips and turns, my pussy contracts on nothing. My hands fall away from his head and go to the front of my trousers. Deftly undoing the ties that keep them shut, I feel the dagger at the small of my back loosen and thunk against the floor of the bedroom as I cut off the kiss long enough to stand and shuck the remainder of my clothes off.

“Fuck me.” The words are both a plea and a demand. Already, Theos’ cock is straining once more, looking even angrier than it had before he came in my mouth. The shaft is a light pink, but the head—oh, the head. It’s a rich burgundy color, weeping insistently at the tip.

On his knees before me, Theos’ eyes flash black for a split second before returning to the illuminated golden they naturally are.

“I am yours,” he whispers. “By the Divine Realm, Kiera Nezerac. I am yours.”

Hands arching up my now naked thighs, Theos nuzzles against the slightly rounded curve of my stomach and then down further, to the place between that is slick with my need. His hot tongue traces up one side of my pussy and then down the other, gathering my wetness before he delves deeper. Spreading my thighs and gripping his head, I bite down on my lower lip hard enough to taste blood. I want his cock in me, I want to drive that damned headboard through the stone into the next room, but I also want this. My payment and pleasure for making him come with my mouth.

“This is what the Divine tastes like,” Theos murmurs. “I could die right here, with my lips on your sweet pussy.” The last of his words are whispered against my soft skin right before he sucks the bud of my clit into his mouth.

White fire slams into me in a split second. A scream breaks past my teeth and in the next moment, I find myself lifted back onto the bed, flipped onto my front, and my face pressed to the blankets and pillows to muffle the noise.

A hard, hot shaft settles against the opening of my pussy. I jerk my head up with a gasp as one of Theos’ hands comes down hard on my shoulder and the other on my hip. He drags me back into him, impaling me on his cock in a quick movement that leaves my lungs depleted of air and my cunt stinging with ache.

Again and again, Theos fucks into me—shunting his cock not just back and forth, but with a rippling move of his hips that somehow manages to drag my sore and pulsing clit against the edge of the mattress with each withdrawal. I bite down on theblankets, clawing at them as he thrusts into me, pushing me past a second release and onto the precipice of a third.

Black and white dots dance in front of my eyes and my head lolls to the side. The room shifts and moves each time he penetrates me, shuffling the two of us against the bed. My gaze settles on the one point in the room that has the only other movement aside from us. The mirror. It’s us again—a reflection of the hot, sticky sex that’s now invading the room with its spicy aroma.

My gaze latches on to the sight of Theos hovering over me a split second before the driving force of his cock entering me sends me forward, breaking the contact as my head droops down with the sudden movement. I grit my teeth and curl my fingers into the sheets beneath me as he fucks into my body, sending tingling little tendrils of adrenaline from my toes to the nape of my neck. My limbs feel as if they’re full of liquid, my muscles are sore and my breasts are engorged and achy. Pressing my palms flat against the mattress once more as hot puffs of air leave my lips, I leverage back up, pushing back against Theos.

I raise my gaze and stare at the echo of us—Theos’ body over mine as the muscles of his shoulders contract and his arms bulge as he grabs ahold of me. I am both in the moment with him, feeling the crest of another climax racing towards me as his fingers threaten to bruise my hips, and I am divorced from it. My attention roves over every inch of him, the shadows beneath his eyes as much as the way his body powers into mine, seeming to need release as much as he needs the contact. Taking and taking and taking, even as he wants to give.

All too soon it becomes overwhelming and I can’t keep up the separation. I slam back into my own mind, the sensations flooding my system and erasing all anxiety with the feel of him so deep inside me. Every thrust and withdrawal drags me up the precipice. Low keening moans escape my throat, making mesound more like an animal than human or Mortal God. I can’t seem to bring myself to care. The heat that Theos is inciting under my skin is too much; it’s too good to stop now. A sharp cry emerges as with his next thrust, Theos sends me careening over the cliff’s edge.

Theos groans, bowing over me, his chest slick with sweat and illuminated by the rapidly growing light from the window. A dark saint, indeed. He looks like a creature of the old world, animalistic instincts causing him to press against my ass as he fucks me one last time and wrings the last vestiges of a release from both of our bodies.

When he collapses on top of me, Theos reaches his hands to my face, turning my chin more until he can take my lips. Licking against the seam of my mouth with impassioned desire, he demands entry once more. I let him. Opening my mouth and closing my eyes against the dust-covered reflection of us across the room, I kiss Theos Darkhaven—all the while knowing that this could have been the last time.

After all, the Gods will surely kill us before releasing us from this prison of theirs. Each day we now live is ripe with the possibility that it could be the last.

Somehow, that knowledge doesn’t change anything. Not the way I roll onto my back and wrap my arms around Theos’ sweaty and still trembling form. Not the way I stare up at the cobweb strewn ceiling of the unfamiliar room. And certainly not my resolve to see Caedmon’s request through.

This time, though, it’s not for denza or a mission—it’s for the life I want to have after this is all over.

Chapter 9

Kiera

Ismell like sex. Even after washing myself thoroughly, I know it's true. It’s made even more apparent as I leave the bedroom with Theos and spy both Kalix and Ruen outside their rooms. Kalix grins as he raises a brow at the two of us. Scowling at his impudent expression of interest, I flip my middle finger and turn toward the end of the hallway.

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