Page 180 of Cold-Blooded Creatures

My brain short-circuited, no longer comprehending the visual input from my pupils, as he massaged thatspotwhile simultaneously swallowing my cock.

Her laughter was like a drug coursing through my system, and combined with his fingers and tongue, they blurred my vision as lewd noises and incomprehensible grunts spilled from my mouth—an uncontainable string of animalistic sounds.

Kali raked her nails from my pelvis up to my chest in tandem with him taking me fully down his throat, and pain and pleasure, cold and heat, everything blending together,snapped.

She consumed my howl with a sloppy kiss as the coiled lightning struck down my spine, my balls drawing tight and the world disappearing. I floated somewhere away, spasming as Gedeon swallowed spurts of my cum. Them taking control of my body, exploiting it to how they saw fit, had wrecked me, and yet it also hadn’t been enough.

Small rocks digging into my back invited me back to reality, and my drowsiness dispersed into thin wisps of air and smoke as bits of their conversation reached me.

“Why did you not stay in bed?” Gedeon asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Kali murmured. “Figured I’d use the time to train instead of rolling restlessly between the sheets.”

I sat up, crossing my legs and rubbing my forehead with the heel of my palm. “What the fuck happened?”

Gedeon’s smirk told me everything before he spoke. “Lost you for a second.”

“Was that your plan all along? To make us pass out?” Her arms enfolded me from behind as she rested her chin on my shoulder.

I relished the minuscule weight testing my balance, her warm cheek tickling the shell of my ear, and covered her forearms with my own.

His smirk widened impossibly. “Part of it.”

Someone had to pop his bloated ego.

Grinning at him, I told her, “Remind me later to get a glass bottle from the underground. I have an idea how to get our revenge.”

He jumped on us, and her squeal echoed in the night. Panting, we lay in one pile, dust coating our clothes, gravel scratching our flesh, and my eyebrows furrowed at the serenity. Unrelenting talons didn’t scratch the back of my head anymore, nagging me to slice through someone’s muscles and tendons with my knife, like usual. Chains of steel didn’t keep me in their lock, freezing me in the perpetual state of re-living the past.

Contentedness had freed my joints, but I couldn’t move. That lightness seeping into my bones had enveloped me in a bewildering cloud of tranquility.

It felt fucking weird.

I had to bloody it, stab it until it was covered in scarlet, until it was mine and no one else’s. Only that my blood wasn’t enough, I had to drench it in theirs too.

I had protected Gedeon for years, stood by his side, abided his rules, pretended it was all a game and that I didn’t crave more. But finally, he had caved.

I was not letting him slip from me anymore. I was binding him. The same way I’d done with Kali, and she with me.

As she shivered, I sat back up, zipping up my jacket she was wearing. Her smile vanished. She jumped on her feet, grabbed my sweatpants off the ground, and passed them to me.

“What is it?” I asked as I dressed.

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” Gedeon squeezed her shoulders, searching her face. “You overexert yourself in training and talk in your sleep. Just now, you came here because of your nightmares.”

“What is it?” I repeated, circling them, coming up behind her back and pulling her into my chest. “Talk to us, pretty birdie.”

“It’s been weeks, Kali,” Gedeon added. “You have not said a single word about the messenger since that night. We know it’s bothering you.”

She sighed. “What he did to me is nothing compared to what I have survived. So if you fear it’s because he attempted to force himself on me, then know it’s not. There is almost nothing anyone could physically do to me that could break me.” She looked out to the grassy field leading to the forest which surrounded our compound and took a deep breath. “It’s what he said. That he would make me his pet. Share me with his friends. Make me bear his children.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Murder you in front of me and punish me for each tear I spilled.”

“We won’t let it happen. You know that, right?” I tightened my hold on her, but she didn’t protest or complain.

“I told you this the first time you awakened here, and I will tell you again. We will not let you go,” Gedeon assured her. “So do not entertain the idea that we would stand aside and allow anyone to take you away.”

She leaned into my chest. “I know, it’s ju?—”