Page 65 of Hidden Sacrifice
Wren took a deep breath and blew away the smoke in a small torrent of wind, taking the pile of ashes along with the current. She turned back to us. “Everyone get back in the same order you are in your real bodies. We don’t want anyone coming back in the wrong body. Hold hands and do not let go.”
I released Jace’s hold to offer my hand to Jax, who took it as he moved to stand. Jace took his other hand, and Jax squeezed mine lightly. I knew it frustrated him sometimes not to have made more progress by now, but really, I thought he was doing great.
We all joined hands, and just as simple as we arrived here, we left. It felt wonderful to be fully back in my skin again, and judging the others’ emotions bouncing off my shield, the boys felt the same.
Justice thanked Wren and gave her something, but I couldn’t tell from here what it was. She took it from him with a firm nod before slipping the object into her robe pocket and showing us out of her home.
Coming back to our own home in Hell, everyone separated into their rooms, desperate for a shower. The smell of decay and rot seemingly stuck to my skin after spending so much time trudging through the swamp.
I turned on the faucet, adjusted the spray, and turned the temperature to hellfire hot. Peeling my clothes down my body the best I could, I used my foot to fling them into the corner. I hoped Hell would get the message to eliminate them immediately.
I stepped into the shower, closing the opaque glass door behind me. The inside of the shower was enormous, big enough to fit all of us inside if I wanted. The floor was made of more natural cut black stone, gently angled, so all the water flowed down into a thin trench at the end of the shower. Ledges were built-in on two sides, wide enough to sit on. Or stand with one leg on each for a nice corner spread. I should probably attempt to keep my mind out of the gutter for a moment.
A large black shadow moved on the other side of the glass door, but I couldn’t make out who it was. Guess someone else couldn’t keep their mind out of the gutter either. Or, if anyone else was subject to the same kind of horrors I was in the veil, they might need some physical reassurances. My mind pulled out to check and noticed absolutely no one was there. That meant it was Jace. I had picked up on it earlier when he attempted to hunt me; he could block his soul signature.
I turned my back to the glass door, stepping under the steady stream of water. The dirt and grime of the day, and some bitterness towards gaining no real answers, washed off my skin under the torrent of water. A slight breeze tickled against my hot skin, and I knew the shower door had been opened slightly, but I refused to turn around. I would allow him to continue the illusion that he had gotten one up on me.
Something covered my eyes, blocking out my sight entirely as I felt a knot being tied roughly at the back of my head. He used the same sharp pulls on the knots whenever he laced up my shoes. The hard pulls made me imagine him fucking me whenever he did it, so I limited the opportunities he got to tie me up.
I felt a warm prickling sensation spreading through my body, mirroring the steaming hot water that ran down my face and over the material covering my eyes. Thick streams fell off the bottom edge, landing on my cheek. Hot like tears.
I felt his body press against me from behind. His wet naked body fit up against me as his erection pressed into my ass. I pushed back, grinding against him. His hand shot up to wrap around my throat, pulling my back against his chest .
“Have you had enough of the teasing, Darling?” he whispered. I felt his other hand reaching between us so he could reposition his cock between my legs. The steady stream of water flowed down from above as Jace began to slide his length across my clit.
I pushed back against him, and his grip on my throat tightened. The water rushing down my body, mixing in with my arousal, allowing his thick cock to glide across my overly sensitive skin. My back arched as I repositioned my hips and began to rock my slit against his cock with each pass. I felt his fingers squeeze my neck. Cut off from breathing completely, my head started to swim.
“Not yet, Darling,” Jace whispered before nipping at my earlobe playfully.
His hand released me, allowing me to draw in a deep burning breath of air, the power of Hell filling my veins. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized there was no longer anything between my thighs to grind against.
My world spun for just a moment before Jace’s hard body pressed against my chest as his lips crashed down on mine. He kissed me like this was the first time, letting raw passion bubble forth, showcasing all the promises his kiss offered. He kissed me like this was the last time, plain and desperate, as if I was the last feast offered up to the lips of a dying man. The kiss made me forget all about my denied orgasm.
Our mouths tore apart as we gasped for air, his lips never leaving my skin as he started to kiss down my neck. His hands gripped me to him as his mouth explored my skin. His touch trailed lower, reaching the tops of my breasts. He took his time on each of them. His tongue circled my nipple as he cupped it in his hand. Slowly, he sucked it into his mouth, giving a good pull, causing me to arch into him. His mouth sucked in a wave-like pattern, which intensified the throbbing between my legs.
Just when I reached the point where a light breeze would tumble me off the cliff, Jace backed off again. A small huff of frustration left my lips, and I heard him chuckle lightly. I felt his hands on the curve of my waist, assertive and commanding as my body was pushed backward. I stepped slowly, allowing him to guide me until the back of my leg hit the ledge.
“Take a seat, Darling,” Jace purred.
I reached out with my hands to steady myself as I took a seat, leaving them there to help prop me up. My legs fell open on their own, my official invitation.
I felt his hand come up to caress my breast. “So submissive like this,” I heard him mutter to himself. He grabbed my jaw, tilting my head up towards him. Thankfully, positioned on the ledge of the shower, the water no longer sprayed down like a torrent.
He tilted my head up as if he wanted me to look in his eyes, but the blindfold was still securely wrapped around me, blocking out my vision entirely. I could feel him moving closer to me, an invisible but electric awareness connecting us.
“This feels so natural for you, doesn’t it, Darling. Yielding to me,” he whispered, and I swallowed harshly. Of course, he was right; I wanted to yield to him, to all of them. But they needed to make me.
My hand shot out, wrapping around his thick cock, my projections on target. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing him lightly. I felt his entire body shudder as he exhaled a shaky breath in my ear.
“You yield so naturally, Jace,” I whispered, letting a smile cross my face that I hoped he could see before I retracted my hand, bringing it back to the stone ledge to prop up against.
Jace growled low in my ear; I could almost feel the stubble of his beard against my cheek. “You’re going to be my death one day, Darling.”
“Not before you fuck me as you promised,” I whispered back playfully.
I felt his hand gather up my hair, twisting it around before grabbing it tightly. He bent my head back, forcing me to rely on my hands more to hold my weight.
Inside my mind, came a clear picture of me spread out on the ledge with a thick red blindfold covering my eyes, while Jace held my hair and the long strands of the blindfold wrapped around his fist. It was amazing to see myself through his eyes. I looked as sexy and powerful as I felt on the inside. They made me feel like a queen.
