Page 76 of Court of Heathens

I felt it inside me, begging to be let out. It wanted more, so much more. Had it not been for the chest wound and my feelings pulling me back to the church, I worry about what I would have done. It chills me to my bones, yet I cannot speak it. Shame fills me as I turn my head to find my men sleeping around me. Even in their dreams, they look anxious.

I do not blame them. I can only imagine the sight I made when I appeared before them.

They worry I will fall into the darkness, and the truth is, so do I. It calls to me stronger than before, and after last night, something feels different in my chest.

Slipping from bed, I walk to the bathroom and shut the door, needing privacy to see.

Pressing my back to the wooden door, I take a deep breath to ease the panic inside me. I need to control my emotions tocontrol my magic. Once I’m sure I’m not about to spiral, I pad across the heated floor to the floating sink and mirror above it. The claw-foot tub is framed by overflowing plants and flowers. I sigh in happiness, but I’m stalling. I force myself to look.

My dress is gaping, exposing my chest and the scar.

For a moment, I can almost feel the way he gripped my heart, and I clutch the sink as I push through it. I lift my hand and trace my fingers over it.

It’s not as bad as I was expecting. I think Phrixius has something to do with that. It looks weeks old rather than fresh, and I have no doubt it will fade.

The scar is long and clean, but healing. My skin is forever marred, just like my soul is from the acts I committed, but it’s more than that. Just like my skin has changed, so has my magic.

I meet my gaze in the mirror, searching for any signs of change. I’m terrified I will find the evil I saw in his eyes, but Freya is still staring back at me. That means I’m safe, right? I just . . . I just let go a little bit, letting my anger get the best of me.

I can’t let it happen again.

I will not be like him, no matter what he does.

Turning away, I step into the huge glass shower and flick on the rainforest showerhead, letting the spray fall over me and wash away the lingering feelings of his touch, laughter, and the evil I feel like he placed inside me.

Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and let it cascade over me, warming my skin and soul. I startle when arms wrap around me, my eyes widening as I glance over my shoulder to see Sha.

His hand slides up my front, cupping my breast, as his lips ghost over my shoulder, making a sigh slip from me. “You are tense,” he murmurs. “You are worried.”

I don’t know how he can tell, but I nod, turning in his arms and sliding my hands up his chest. I follow my movements with my gaze so I do not have to stare into his eyes.

Sha sees everything, though, and comments on it without bias orshame. There is no hiding from him, and I worry what he will see there. He’s quiet for a moment before he starts to back me towards the stone walls of the shower. My eyes jerk up to his bright red ones as he seems to bulge and change, morphing between this form and his other one.

“I will kiss it all better,” he growls.

I’m pushed onto the seat as Sha drops to his knees before me, the spray washing over him as his hands slide up my thighs and shove them open. His dark eyes lock on mine as his mouth presses against my pussy.

My head falls back on a deep sigh, and slow pleasure slides through me as he laps at my cunt. He slowly builds my pleasure, just kissing and licking me until I rock into his talented mouth.

The door swings inward, and my eyes snap open to see my demon framed there. “I didn’t want to miss the party,” he flirts. “I could smell your desire.”

Licking my lips, I hold out my hand. He wanders into the shower and takes it, and Sha leans back, waiting, but I don’t want to think right now. I don’t want to be in charge.

Adder pulls me to my feet, and Sha stands too. I’m backed into him, trapped between them as Adder strokes my cheek softly, sensing my need without words. Years of understanding pass between us in one look.

He kisses me softly until I’m relaxed again, and when he pulls back, I wear a sad sort of smile.

“Make me forget,” I murmur into his lips.

“I’ve got you, little witch,” he promises.

I’m lifted, but Sha’s hands on my ass hold me. I wrap my legs around Adder, and he rubs his cock across my pussy as he kisses me again. Adder turns my face, and then Sha kisses me. They take turns sharing me, pushing me between them until I roll into Adder. Taking the hint, he softly presses into me, slowly working deeper and then stilling.

I’m not wet enough, but I don’t care, and neither do they.

Sha presses against my ass, and I prepare for it to hurt, but he goesso slowly, it’s torturous. He pulls out and pushes back in, working back and forth until he’s buried all the way inside me.

When I’m trapped between them, they start to move.

---