Page 67 of The Sacrifice

And shakes her head.

“Dammit, pet! I’ll bloody your fucking arse for this!”

“Love you, too, Thiago.”

And that unfathomable, unbelievable muscle begins to beat. In the same moment that I draw breath, in the same moment that the Hag screams an otherworldly scream as her black soul—bound and cursed to die once mine was restored—perishes, the shackles shatter. And I catch Quintessa as she falls.

“Fuck!” I snarl when her blood soaks my hands. Too much blood. She doesn’t open her eyes. No breath. Lungs too shriveled. Her heartbeat is too ragged, too withered. Doesn’t matter how I peel away the muddy strands of hair from her face and press my lips to hers. She doesn’t respond.

All my being holds the power to set the Hag’s miles-long lair on fire. Burn it to fucking ash! Inside my being, a supernatural power rages from the rebirth of my soul. Everything compels me to use it to rip into the Veil of Souls, to blaze a path through that cursed realm, so I may take the war straight to Kronos. But a greater war rages within me. And my spine snaps straighter than a ramrod.

She is everything, I proclaim because Thayne’s voice is my own. We are no longer divided by the curse. No more half-dragon. We are man and dragon in one as it should be. But the slower her heartbeat grows, the more I hear my breath time to it while my soul throbs with this inferno, a firestorm to be unleashed.

I told her loving us was a suicide by sacrifice. Fuck, she still chose it!

So, I choose this. I don’t think. I don’t care to think. And to hell with it all, if I’m listening to my cocks more than my fucking mind. It’s not like I’ve bothered to do much more, especially with her.

I’ll never stop being dumbfounded by all the times I’m wrong. The worst, absolute worst, form of torture is the clawing and biting and burning in half of my own soul! I growl and roar and rage through it all. I don’t stop. I use my teeth, claws, and every flame within me to sever my soul in two until I may surrender half my heart’s fire to the girl, the whore, the slut, the pet, the Queen responsible for bringing it back to life. The unholy pain threatens to shatter me. At this moment, I understand I am relinquishing the power I could have to take my revenge upon Kronos, to reclaim my fucking realm itself! Moreover, I am weakening the bond I have with my dragon. With every pulse of my soul and every thread I tear, he binds himself to a prison within my mind instead of transcending it. Within this ripping of our soul, we become two entities sharing a half soul instead of one entity sharing a whole.

It doesn’t matter. Not when we slam the burning half of our soul down on her heart. We growl and jumpstart it, triggering it. And the moment we do, our brothers arrive. Not once do I turn in their direction. Blood rushes to my cocks because I am so fucking hungry for her. A dragon with a severed soul. I need her more than ever. But first, she must accept my half-soul. My undeserving soul that is a slave to every part of her.

Each of us unites to touch our marks upon her flesh.

And my heart lunges into my throat as I wait for Quintessa to breathe.

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"Look at your god, Quintessa."

QUINTESSA

As soon as that burst of flame tickles its way toward me, hope surges through me. I grin. And I leap. I don’t look back. Because who cares about looking?

The second I touch it, I become rebirth and dawn and light. Flames and roots and wind and veins because it’s not just Drago. All four of my monsters, all four gods have surrendered a shard of their souls to restore me, to rebirth me. Heart and touch. Touch and tears. Shadow and breath. And light. It burns!

Breath. I breathe! The tattered pieces of my half-soul attach to the shards of theirs…and stitch themselves into my heart. And the second it begins to beat, I scream into Drago’s mouth because he’s slammed both his cocks deep into me. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust. Doesn’t wait for me to clench in response. He just pounds into me as if he’s triggering my heart to beat faster.

It does.

It thunders life, and I moan the deepest I ever have into his mouth which only encourages him to batter me with those cocks. He’s a ravenous firestorm, and my spirit, alone, is the fuel to fan his flames. His thrusts are ferocious, growls and snarls uninhibited as he takes my mouth. I meet him head-on. Gripping his hair, tearing at the strands, I drag his mouth harder, deeper into mine, so our tongues go to war, fucking each other. His cocks are harder and hotter than iron forged in a fire. Through every pounding motion, I’m burning, exploding from the inside.

He doesn’t wait for me. Driving himself onward, he rams those cocks deeper into me, unleashes those barbs and hooks, devours my scream, and fucks me through the pain while the other three gods fuel my pleasure. Hot tongues upon my nipples. A finger probes my bottom. A bite mark upon my breast. And a still, possessive touch upon my wrist.

Drago purrs upon my mouth, “You are mine!”

“Ours,” Kyan emphasizes as if reminding me of our blood-sharing while he tweaks my nipples.

“Drago…” I whisper and close my eyes, feeling my body chafe against his chest. “I’m…a mess.” I look down at myself, considering my hair, my skin, my body coated in layers of disgusting swamp refuse, rotted dragon flesh, black blood, and more. The stench is overwhelming, but Drago snarls, grips my tits hard enough to bruise and doesn’t stop fucking me.

I yelp when he tips me, shoving me down with my back to the moss-covered stone beneath us. My muscles howl a protest when he pulls out, thrusts my knees up to my chest, then sheathes both cocks to the barest hilt. No warning. No mercy. I wail so loud, it echoes off the walls of the Hag’s lair.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even limp, my dirty, sweet, little slut,” Drago purrs the sordid promise in my ear. I convulse beneath his weight and the gravity of that vow, my pussy throbbing and clenching for more. “Perhaps I’ll have you crawl your way into the Court of Ash. Naked and with your tight, hot little cunt glistening and dripping with my seed, so all know whom you belong to.”

I groan against his mouth as pleasure shimmers past the pressure and pain of his hard-driven thrusts. Oh, savage mercies! So close. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

With two hot mouths taking my nipples and suckling the erect buds, and hand clenching the base of Drago’s cocks with one finger playing with my clit, I shatter into the wildest and most riotous orgasm I’ve had yet. I’m shrieking through clenched teeth, unabashedly throwing my hair back and cracking and bloodying my fingernails on the rocks beneath me. I’m rocking and writhing and trembling as Drago power-fucks me through that orgasm, giving me mini aftershocks of pleasure until stars blind my vision, blood deafens my eardrums, lightning tingles all over my skin, and it’s nothing but the soul of my dragon coupling to mine.

Flames awaken. They erupt all over my body, burning away the mud, blood, and rotted flesh without laying siege to my skin. When I gaze up at Drago and find his proud grin and the glint in his eye, I look down at myself. There, upon my chest, is a mirrored image of Drago’s soul. Like a ball of raging blood fire.

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