Page 99 of Splitting Secrets
My lips trace a path from her beautiful jawline all the way down to her dusky, perky nipples before I suck one into my mouth and scrape my teeth against it, earning a tortured sigh from her. My shadows slink around us, slowly caressing the side of her body as they make their way to her throat, where they wrap around and give a light squeeze.
It doesn’t take long for either of us to begin feeling that familiar, delicious buildup of pleasure as I thrust inside her, my speed and pressure picking up with every movement forward. I’m on the edge, about to fall over into reckless oblivion, but I fight to hold on a little while longer until I can feel her pulsate around me before I pull out.
Thankfully, she doesn’t make me wait long. Her arms tighten around my neck, legs going still as her back arches against the wall. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as my shadows tighten around her neck, then branch off and swirl against her breasts, down her torso, and against her pulsing clit.
As soon as I feel her relax against me, I pull away, softly setting her down so I can wrap my hand around my length and finish myself off without spilling all over her like I’ve accidentally done in the past. She’s quicker, though.
Sinking to her knees before me, she pushes my hand away and wraps her lips around my cock, taking all of me into her mouth in one go. Before she can even pull me out again, my balls are tightening and cum flies into her mouth in large spurts as my climax sends lightning bolts through my muscles. She moans her approval, taking me against her throat three more times to coax out every last drop.
“Hold it in,” I instruct, my voice low and raw. Shadows dance around her in a frenzy, twisting against her neck and chin to hold it shut.
Curling my finger, I motion for her to stand and she obeys without hesitation, the dark wisps helping her to her feet. She watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, drops of water glistening in her lashes before dripping down her cheek. Her lips are sealed shut, and cheeks flushed.
“Here I was, trying to be considerate of the fact that you likely don’t want a horde of mini-Razes. I didn’t want to get my cum all over you, but what do you do?” I grasp her chin, tilting it upward. “You were so ravenous for it, you took it anyway.”
With her mouth full, she has no rebuttal and for a moment, I’m distracted by the thought of what it would be like to have little hellions running around. An image of a little boy with her brilliant, violet eyes and my dark hair pops into my mind before I can keep it away, and I get hard all over again.
I never wanted children before. The Whitlock curse was supposed to end with me. But fuck, does it sound nice when I picture it with her.
“Open,” I command, flipping her bottom lip over with my thumb. White juices leak down her chin, and a crazed,possessive monster rumbles his fists against my chest. I’m drunk on the power she’s given me. The sight of my cum leaking down her naked body is enough to turn me into a feral animal.
This is why men kill and main. Wars have raged over this level of obsession. This volume of desire can drive anyone mad.
Those red, luscious lips spread into a smile, and I realize that she’s disarmed me so thoroughly, I’ve dropped my mental shields and allowed her access directly to my thoughts.
Fear reverberates through me. I haven’t made such a careless mistake in years. Since my Mirrane gifts began manifesting and my father had to beat them into submission. And here she is, breaking down my defenses with nothing more than her bare body.
“That’s two,” she rasps, her throat bobbing as she swallows down what’s left of me in her mouth. Swiping the back of her hand across her chin, she raises a challenging brow.
I frown, earning a smirk from her. “Two orgasms down,” she clarifies. “Let’s see how many more we can get.”
I don’t need any more encouragement than that. Tossing her slick body over my shoulder, I twist the faucet handle to stop the cold water from raining on us, step out of the tub, and then throw up a quick shield before opening the door and carrying her to my room.
50
Sonny
The dark, cloudless night sky fights against the light of the sun pushing its way into the horizon in a line of brilliant, bright orange over the black ocean. The mountains sit behind us in cool silhouettes, waiting to be kissed by the sun’s warmth once again.
Raze tried to slip from the bed unnoticed and sneak away once everyone else was asleep. We had a long night of planning, ironing out all the small details of our plans.
After the most blissful day holed up in his room—we hit a new personal record of seventeen orgasms in one day and then promptly fell into a dreamless coma. We woke yesterday morning to find that the Midnight Syndicate had finally done the unforgivable and signaled the beginning of the fight.
They’ve strung a line of ten rebellion members they ripped from their homes in the town’s square. A thick, wooden beam was run from one corner to the other, then they strapped ropes around their necks and let them go. The lifeless bodies still hang there as a warning to all who dare side with the rebellion.
We have no clue how they knew they were a part of our movement. My parents admitted they were waiting for the Supremes to dosomething, but they never could have imagined it would be this bad.
It’s archaic and morbid and cruel. Raze and my parents have been irritable all day over it, snapping at anyone who irritates them the smallest bit. They feel personally responsible for the lives that were taken. Ava is in complete shock. With her intimate knowledge of historical events that follow this pattern, she’s terrified of what comes next.
Uncle Graysen and Aunt Divina came knocking on our door around noon, surprising the hell out of me. Of course, my mother and father welcomed their old co-conspirators with open arms. I kept my distance to avoid an argument. But I made sure I was around to hear how Divina slipped away from the Midnight Syndicate without their knowledge to fight on our behalf.
There will be a time to iron out those family issues when we win this fight.
They’ve sent the message to the rest of the rebellion that we’ll be retrieving our fallen members tomorrow morning, and to prepare for the worst.
This years-long war has come to a head—our soldiers are as prepared as they can be. Tomorrow, we’ll fight.
Raze realized I was following him almost immediately after the garage door closed and the cool air filled my lungs. Probably sooner, if I know him at all. Instead of sending me back into the house, he surprised me by insisting I hike the rest of the mountain alongside him.
