Page 158 of Between Soul and Vessel
“Bend over, Kitten. Present that pretty ass of yours,” I purred.
Sage did as I asked, spreading her hands on the tub as she bent over for me. My cock throbbed even harder at the sight of her. Casually, I strolled toward her, the heels of my boots scuffing the floor as I approached. I ran my hand over her bottom, feeling her smooth skin. So soft, so supple . . .
What a shame it belonged to such anaughtybrat.
I gave her a good spank.
“Von!” she snarled as she jerked upright, spinning toward me, fire shooting from her eyes, although the flavor of her passion on my tongue spoke otherwise. She reachedfor her stinging bottom, but I grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her.
“Oh no, Little Goddess,” I snarled softly as I lowered my face to hers. “You go ahead and feel that wee sting, and while you do, imagine the torment I will feel while you are being cut into, while I am forced to sit there andfeelyour emotions,feelyour suffering. What you feel now is nothing compared to what you are asking me to endure. What you havemademe endure.”
“I never forced you to endure anything.You choseto be with me.” Her words came out in frustrated growls.
“You’re right. Which means I will do everything within my power to ensure I do not lose you again.” Something sinister began to lurk beneath the surface of my skin. It licked at my vision, tainting it with a black film. With a lethal calmness, I vowed to her, “I will end the realms before I let that happen.”
I meant every word.
She peered into my eyes, her eyebrows weaving together. “If it were to come to that, my life over countless others, I would want you to do right by them.”
“Oh, my love, when will you learn? When it comes to your safety, I will stop at nothing to protect you. I would reduce the realms to bone and blood, eviscerating it all, just to ensure no one could harm you.” I let her arm go, so I could slide my hand up it, my cool rings gliding along her heated flesh. My other hand latched onto her bottom, tugging her into me. “I am a selfish, selfish god, and there is onlyonething I want. Well, maybe two.”
I could hear her heart quicken its beat.
“The first?” she asked, licking her pretty pink lips.
“You.”
She breathed the word in as if it were oxygen. “And the second?”
I cupped her chin, hovering my thumb over her lips. She opened them, and I dipped it inside her wet, warm mouth. “I want this infuriating mouth to find something better to do than argue with me.”
She sucked on my thumb, tongue swirling around it, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on mine. My leather pants groaned, my straining cock pushing the seams to their limits.
“Exactly.” I pulled my thumb from her mouth and smeared her saliva against her lips. I lowered my face to hers and ran my tongue along her bottom lip, slowly tasting her. A throaty growl of pleasure came from me. “Absolutely divine.”
My hand settled against her neck, my thumb brushing over her pulse, feeling her blood pressure spiking the second my lips found hers. I kissed her with purpose, reminding herwhosefist was clenching the chains wrapped aroundher soul.
There wasso muchI wanted from her. It didn’t matter how many times I fucked her—my need to taste her, to take her, in every way possible, was unrelenting. There was a way I could have her inmorethan one way. I had never introduced this possibility to her in the past, but ever since I saw her reaction to my shadow forms when I had themcrawling toward the seer, it made me wonder . . .
I turned her face to the side, kissing my way to her ear. A grin pierced my lips as I whispered in her ear, “Actually, I have one more thing I want.”
“What?” she asked.
“Let me show you instead.” I pulled away and glanced to my right. My shadows broke off from me. They swirled to the floor, crafting a pair of feet before they worked their way up, forming a naked version of me. To my left, I conjured another.
Sage’s lips parted in surprise. “What are they?”
“They are an extension of me. I can feel their pain . . . theirpleasure, as they can feel mine.”
The one stepped behind her—sandwiching her between us. His large fingers slid around her neck, wrapping around it.
“It feels so real,” she breathed.
“That’s because it is. They are no different than the phantom form I sent to you.”
The one to my left began to stroke his cock—an exact replica of mine.
“Do you control them?” she asked.
