Page 15 of Eternal Sacrifice
Her hands pressed against my thighs, bracing herself, so I pushed my hips up instead. The way her lips stretched forced her mouth open wide to accommodate my length. Her nose brushed against my skin, and I held her in place. I loved the feeling of her throat sheathing my cock as she struggled for air. My body shuttered, revolting against my order not to come down her throat. As soon as I released my hold, she freed herself and took a deep breath. My attention focused on her dampened cheeks, wet from the tears I had forced from her.
“Did you have your own torture planned, Fox?” I asked, using a single finger under her chin to tilt her eyes to meet mine.
She smiled, looking mischievous as her hands wrapped back around my cock.
A shiver ran through me, and I felt her determination as she stroked me. There was no way she would let me escape without coming first. This was her show of power before releasing her will to my desires. She controlled me, and we both knew it.
She took her time teasing me. My cock felt like a solid steel core, the veins popping and pulsing in time with the beating of my heart. Then the warmth of her mouth enveloped me once more, followed by the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucked.
It was like she was trying to suck my fucking soul from my body.
My hips jerked, shoving my way back into her mouth as I gave in to her. Ropes of cum shot from me, and she was ready to swallow them down. My heart hammered, pounding against my ribcage, prepared to break free from my body to live inside my mate instead. She could hold my literal heart in her palms while I smiled as I died.
“Was that a hint, Fox?”
She looked up at me with a mischievous glint before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Is that how you would like to be tortured today, pet? A menagerie of forced orgasms?”
Confusion rolled off her as her head tilted to the side slightly.
“Don’t think you have control here,” I reminded her, tucking my cock back inside my pants but leaving the zipper undone.
She moved back to let me hop down from the table. We stood toe to toe, and I looked down at her as my arms wrapped around to pick her up.
“It’s your dungeon, Justice. Your rules. I just wanted to give you a quick moment of appreciation.”
I crushed her against my chest, breathing in her scent and the comforting reassurance of her presence. She melted into me, no doubt feeling my every emotion the same as I felt hers. This was the only Heaven I would ever need.
I didn’t waste my time thanking the universe for the boon of a mate before placing her delectable little ass on my slab. A slight squeal escaped from her before a bubble of laughter replaced it.
“I have an idea of something new to try, Fox,” I said as I quickly gathered supplies around the room. “I want us both to go in.”
Confusion rolled from her again as I filled two syringes with the swirling liquid I had created just for my dungeon. If it ran through our veins, neither of us would know who we really were to each other until the potion finished running its course. Our physical bodies would be safe inside the walls of my dungeon, but our minds would be lost inside a fantasy world. And no one would be behind the wheel. No master behind the curtain to pull the strings.
I returned to the slab, showcasing both needles as I climbed up. She was still confused, but it didn’t frankly matter. Her mouth opened briefly and then closed as she nodded once instead. I handed one of the syringes to her before I lined the tip of my needle with her throat. She mirrored me, and we pierced each other simultaneously.
The churning concoction I created pushed into our veins, swallowing our consciousness and memories as our physical bodies twisted in each other atop the slab. Darkness swept from the edges of my vision, forming a funnel to fall into as we fell together into the abyss.
Morrigan
Run.
The cold night air whipped across my face, stinging as I ran through the thick trees. My lungs ached and burned, but I needed to keep moving. I propelled myself through the forest, knowing my life depended on it. I didn’t know what I was running from, but I knew I needed to keep going.
Or I would be eaten alive.
“Fuck.”
The ground dropped sharply, and I fell. My ankle twisted underneath me as I rolled to the bottom of the hill. Sticks and rocks cut into my skin, drawing beads of blood to the surface, and I scrambled to get up. My ankle screamed out as I tried to put weight onto it, and I had to drag it along behind me like a wounded soldier as I continued to flee.
Something was coming to get me. Something that liked the smell of my blood.
I stumbled through the trees, getting tangled inside the thick brush as I dragged my useless foot. My heart hammered in my chest, and I tasted copper in my throat. Everything inside me screamed out in agony, but the urge to escape and survive sat determined inside me. I pushed out the pain, knowing that I couldn’t be broken so easily.
Keep moving.
I tripped once more, this time crashing face-first into the thick trunk of a tree. It knocked the wind from me. My arms wrapped around it as if it could shelter me from the danger lurking in the shadows. I drew shaky breaths into my protesting lungs, pleading with them to accept the oxygen I needed to keep moving.
