Page 77 of Court of Heathens

My head is turned so I’m kissing both of them. All three of us kiss as their hands glide all over me, making me forget.

My head swings up when there’s an inhale. We all still for a moment, eyeing Phrixius as he blinks at us. “Is this what happens while I sleep?” he grumbles, his gaze heating. “I’m guessing you feel better.”

Sex and magic have always gone side by side, especially for me, so I hold out my hand, offering myself to him. I will let them worship me as I heal and recover.

He doesn’t hesitate as he heads towards me, not stopping until his lips meet mine. Despite Sha and Adder surrounding me, I only feel whole, safe, and strong enough to let go when Phrixius completes our group.

I let them carry me away on pleasure. All of their hands, mouths, and skin touch mine, and when I finally shatter, it’s so freeing, I feel like I’m soaring.

We must all come back down, though, and when I do, I realise they are all still hard. They pull free of my body, and Phrixius gives me one last lingering kiss, ignoring his hard cock, before he grabs some soap and turns back to me.

As they pull away, I realise this wasn’t about their pleasure, but mine, and as all three surround me and carefully wash every inch of my body, I let some tears slip free.

“It felt like he wanted it,” I explain softly. “He wanted me to kill him.” I don’t know how to explain what I saw in his eyes other than that. “He won’t stop. I saw it. It’s only going to get worse. His trap was thwarted, so he’s going to be mad, more so because we destroyed some of his army and I burnt his house.”

“I wonder if it’s time to ask the others for assistance before thisgets out of hand,” Phrixius murmurs. “If we are careful, we could ask Mors?—”

“No, the less the gods know about my witch, the better,” Adder snaps. “We can handle this alone. We simply underestimated him, and we won’t let it happen again.”

“I think the mask he stole is giving him more power,” I say. “I think that’s why he took it. Their souls and magic are trapped in there. It felt like he was . . . more than one person when he took control over me . . . like a million souls were slamming into mine and stealing who I was.”

“Well, that’s not fucking terrifying and creepy.” Adder grins, making me smile, which is why he did it. “Okay, so we hunt down necro-boy again, kick his ass, and then spend the rest of the month humping like bunnies. Sound good?”

“You make it seem so easy,” I mutter.

“Eh, let’s not over plan it. Look where that got us last time. Plans are for pussies. We’ll just rock up and knock his necro-socks off . . . . Wait, I don’t think he wears socks. Oh, he really is evil. That’s some nasty shit.”

I laugh despite the situation, and he winks at me, letting me know he did it to cheer me up.

“He won’t be waiting at the church this time. It felt like he was planning something bigger and that was only the beginning.” It’s just the feeling I got, but I have to be right.

“Phrixius, can you find him again?” Sha asks, being the calm one, as always.

“Hmm, I’ll need to rest a little after last time and healing Freya, but yes.”

“What kind of god are you? Do you have a battery we need to plug in?” Adder mutters. “Fine, we’ll rest for the night, and tomorrow, we’ll find him again.”

“And if it goes like it did today?” I ask worriedly.

“It won’t. We will all be ready this time, especially you, Freya. You need to block him. Now that you know he can do that, you need to ensure your wall is tight.”

I nod, but it’s easier said than done.

The rest of the night is quiet, all of us lost in our own thoughts, wondering what tomorrow will bring, and despite everything, I manage to fall asleep.

I awake at dawn with a thunderous roar in my chest. I gasp, gripping the splitting muscles where he tore into me.

“What is it?” Phrixius asks.

I swing my eyes to him, panicked. “He’s calling . . . Not just me, he’s calling everyone. Something is very wrong.” Covering my chest, I curl forward with a cry as my heart rips in two, his roar filling my ears until they start to bleed.

I cannot see or hear.

“He’s—oh god, I can see him.”

“What is it?” Adder demands.

Part of me is here, and the other is with him, looking through his eyes once more.

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