Her giggle is drowsy, as if drunk on the same torrid lust coursing through my veins.
“Killing is your birthright, Veil Vulturine,” I say harshly, my thumb tugging on her bottom lip, her mouth falling even wider open.
Her eyes burn, and I consider teasing her longer, but I’m desperate for her hungry cunt to devour my cock. Slowly, I sheathe myself inside of her while pushing my thumb into hermouth. She wraps her lips around it and sucks. The feeling of her warm, wet tongue has me thrusting deeper into her pussy, until I sink to the hilt.
“We are gods to them, my beloved,” I say, my voice tight with need as she moans around my thumb, her fingers clawing, digging into my hips. I start to fuck her slowly, trying to keep my composure. “Spilling blood is like breathing.”
I slide out to the tip, then push back in with one hard thrust. She moans long and deep, her mouth still full of me.
“Necessary. Life-giving.” I start fucking her harder, faster, while my free hand carves divots into her thigh. “Your soul — it craves it. The extinguishing of a life. It’s the most carnal of acts.” My hips slap into hers, the wet sounds of our union spurring me on. “We live.” Sliding my thumb out of her mouth, I smooth her spit on her lips like the most luxurious of lipsticks. “They die.”
“Show me,” she says desperately. “Teach me.”
I grip her cheeks with one hand, my gaze searing into hers. “I’ll spill as much blood as you desire, beloved.”
Her moan spikes, her cunt squeezing around my shaft, and I groan mindlessly.
“Bathe in it if you so wish.”
I can sense her mounting climax as if it were my own—and maybe it is. I slide my hand from her thigh to her clit, needing her to come again. “What else do you want, Veil Vulturine?” I ask between punishing thrusts. “Tell me, and I shall give it to you.”
Instead of answering me, she tugs me into a kiss, her lips hot and ravenous. Her tongue swipes inside my mouth, finding my own, and my mind bursts aflame. Pulling away quickly, I tilt her head back toward the mirror and spit in her open mouth. I chuckle arrogantly at her surprised expression while her walls flutter around me.
I dive back into our kiss, my hand curling around her throat as I fuck her with endless desire. With every deep thrust, I pushher closer to where I need her until she finally comes undone. Her hands dig into my arms, my waist, my hips.
“Your secrets,” she says with such erotism that I almost spill every secret I know to exist right then.
Her eyes snap to mine, and I fight the urge to look away. It’s as if her gaze threatens to capture me and never let me go. I curse under my breath, my balls tightening with the promise of rapt pleasure.
“Give me an heir,” I grit, “and I will give you my secrets.”
A sick thrill zips through me, knowing I could potentially impregnate her here and now. It’s my most treasured secret and possibly my most insidious. A toxic and intoxicating cocktail, and the very thought has my orgasm detonating inside of me.
I coat her walls, thick with my cum; long, hard thrusts push it deeper and deeper until she is bursting full of me. I pull her into me, needing one last kiss while I breed her with purpose—with every desire to have her bear my offspring. I continue to fuck her through my orgasm, spreading my cum up and down her tight walls.
I wish I could carry her into bed and place her legs above her head without it being suspicious. Instead, I keep my cock sealed inside her cunt, my last request hanging above our heads as we both try to catch our breaths.
I don’t expect an answer.
Because I don’t need her permission.
Not when I have the gods’ inescapable blessing.
35
VEIL
I’m awakened by soft, distant music. I stretch my whole body before opening my eyes, finding myself alone in bed. The sun is out today after days of endless clouds and rainfall, and I smile as I peer out the window, content and at ease.
The realization of such peaceful feelings sends a warning to my rational brain just as I hear Gemini’s melodic hum approach the bedroom. I don’t have time to dwell on my shift in mood before he appears in the doorway, wearing nothing but a checkered kitchen apron.
His smile turns beaming when he finds me awake in bed, holding a tray out in front of him. A single flower—the color matching the lavender of his hair today—stands in a small vase among the array of breakfast foods.
“What a wonderful day to be the gods’ favorites,” he singsongs, strutting into the bedroom and delicately placing the tray over my lap. “For my beloved,” he says before kissing my cheek.
My heart squeezes with affection, and the same flash of warning flares inside of me. My smile drops as I stare at thesteaming cup of tea on the tray, the vial with the contraception tonic that I’ve been taking daily sitting next to it.
“What just happened?” Gemini questions, standing by the bed, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
