Page 11 of Infernal Crown (Cursed Darkness (DarkHallow Academy) #3)
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EVREN
Her body clenches around us, hot, tight.
Verik groans, his release close as he thrusts into her, a relentless, burning rhythm.
Dathan eases his grip on her throat, letting her gasp for air, but his thumb traces the collar Blackgrove branded into her skin.
A mark of our failure. A mark of our desperation.
My control is a thin sheet of ice over a volcano.
The sight of her, wrecked and beautiful between us, is something I need, something I crave.
I can’t be without her. Even if it means staying this way for eternity, just to be able to touch her, be inside her, I’ll do it.
I’m not hanging all my hopes on her declaration that she will be able to give me life again.
It’s a senseless, pointless dream. This. This is reality.
Verik’s hips slam into her one last time, his body going rigid as he dumps his cum inside her. He slides out from underneath her, and I pin her to the bed, slamming her headboard against the wall.
Her gasp is a sharp, broken sound. Her nails dig into my back, leaving furrows in my cold skin. I feel nothing. No pain. Only the searing heat of her cunt around my cock. It’s the only warmth I’ve felt since I died and came back.
Dathan jerks off next to us, his gaze on her, but he leaves us alone for the moment.
I pull out of her, enjoying her whimper of protest before I grip her hips and flip her over.
Dragging her onto her knees as Verik’s cum leaks out of her pussy, I scoop some up and press my fingers to her rear hole.
Driving my cock back into her, I prepare her arse for entry.
I need more than just her cunt. I need everything.
She whimpers as my cold fingers slide inside her arse. She clenches around my cock, making it difficult to focus. My thumb circles the tight ring of muscle as I push my fingers even deeper. My cock twitches, desperate for release.
“Are you ready, Lysithea?”
“Yes.”
I pull my cock out of her cunt and drive it up to the hilt in her back passage, making her scream. I grip her hips and fuck her roughly, needing to release the beast that is simmering under the surface.
She cries out, but Dathan places his hand over her mouth. “Take his cock in your arse, princess. You look so fucking filthy taking him like a fucking animal.”
My thrusts are punishing, each one a declaration. She is mine. We are hers. Dathan’s words are a dark caress, fuelling a fire that burns through my veins for her.
I fuck her with the desperation of a dead man tasting life for the first time. The Soul Scar on my wrist burns, a searing, steady heat. The fractures are healing. The bond is reforming, stronger than before, forged in this crucible of pleasure and pain.
Her body is a battlefield where we reclaim our territory. My control shatters into a million pieces of ice. I come with a release that feels like a piece of my soul snapping back into place. I unload inside her arse, an anchor of death in a vessel of vibrant, chaotic life.
Before I’ve even finished spurting into her, Dathan rips her from me, a limp ragdoll that he flips onto her back.
He pushes her legs apart, his fingers swirling around Verik’s cum that is still pooling at her hole.
“Such a dirty little girl,” he murmurs, pushing it back inside her.
“Where do you want me to take you? In your pussy or in your arse?”
Dathan’s question hangs in the air, a growl of pure possession. Lysithea lifts her head, her eyes glazed, pupils blown wide. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her lips, a flash of defiance in the wreckage.
“Surprise me,” she rasps.
He doesn’t hesitate. He drives into her cunt, his hips a brutal, punishing rhythm. Her body is a canvas of our claims. My cum in her arse, Verik’s still leaking from her pussy. Now Dathan adds his own mark.
He drives into her relentlessly for a few moments before he pulls out of her, leaving her whimpering. He grips her hands and pulls her up and over him as he lies back. “I think Verik is ready for round two.”
She gasps as Verik’s hands clamp down on her hips, his cock driving into her arse with one brutal thrust. Dathan guides his cock back into her pussy with a low groan.
She cries out as she double-filled, cum leaking out of both of her holes that have been stuffed full of cock. She trembles as her orgasm hits her again, a violent, beautiful storm.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Dathan rasps, thrusting deeper into her. I move closer, placing my fingers over her clit. I rub it slowly, and she convulses violently as another orgasm tears through her.
“So beautiful, so wrecked and ruined by us,” I murmur, brushing her hair away from her forehead.
Dathan comes first, unloading into her with a loud groan. He is panting heavily as Verik continues his assault on her arse. Verik’s final thrusts are a desperate, claiming rhythm. His release is a wave of heat that washes over all of us. He grunts and pulls out of her, panting heavily.
I pull my hand away from her clit, swollen and exquisitely sensitive. Dathan slides out of her with a wet, slick sound.
She is utterly, completely ours.
She curls up on the bed, and Dathan pulls the covers up over her. Her eyes close, and she falls into a deep sleep. Good. She needs the rest. The next few hours, days, are going to be brutal and draining. She needs all her strength.
“I’ll go and get us something to eat,” I say quietly.
“I’ll come with you,” Verik says. “Dathan, stay here and guard our woman.”
“Gladly,” Dathan says with a yawn and his eyes close as well.
Verik and I get dressed in silence.
We leave the room, closing the door quietly behind us. The hallway is silent, the shadows deep. The air outside our bubble of chaos feels thin, insignificant. Inside that room is the epicentre of our world. Everything else is just background noise.
Verik walks beside me, a silent column of fire and the cornerstone of our plan. Deicide. It has a nice ring to it.
“The spell of pure creation,” Verik says. “Do you think we really have a shot at this?”
I nod. “With her, we can do anything, but you need to know you can do this. No doubts.”
He scoffs. “No doubts? We’re building a universe just to blow it up. There are a million ways this could go wrong.”
“There is only one way it ends if we fail,” I say, my voice flat. “And I’ve already been there. I’m not going back.”
He glances at me, the hellfire in his eyes banking low. A flicker of understanding. “Fair point.”
We walk through the silent halls. The magic of DarkHallow is all around us, a living thing that is now part of Lysithea. It feels different. Possessive. Protective.
“Dathan believes the grimoire,” I say. “About the sub-realm being for her.”
“He wants to believe it,” Verik corrects, his voice a low growl. “He needs a way to fix what we did to her. We all do.”
“And you? Do you believe it can be done?”
He stops, turning to face me. “I can build anything,” he says, the old arrogance flaring for a moment. “The question isn’t if I can build the trap. It’s if we can spring it without getting caught inside when it goes off.”
“We will,” I say. The certainty is cold, hard. “She won’t let us fail.”
He nods, accepting it. We reach the dining hall.
It’s busy with students and staff going about their regular old lives.
The clatter of cutlery and the mindless chatter of students is a jarring soundtrack to our deicidal plans.
They argue over assignments and gossip, oblivious to the fact that we’re about to build a universe just to detonate it.
Verik grabs a tray and starts loading it with an obscene amount from various food groups.
I join in. I’m fucking starving, and I’m sure the others are as well.
I pile chips on a plate and eat about a dozen, stuffing them into my mouth before we move onto dishes of lasagne, bowls of stew, freshly baked bread and a variety of other hearty meals.
Precariously carrying the loaded trays back to the room, Verik places his trays down and opens the door for me to enter, before picking them back up again and following me inside.
We put the trays quietly on the desk as Lysithea and Dathan don’t stir.
Verik and I exchange a look, but then shrug and dive in. We are both ravenous. We can go back for more food later.
I shovel another forkful of lasagne into my mouth. Verik eats like he’s stoking a furnace, all business. We don’t speak. The silence is comfortable, filled with the soft sounds of Dathan’s breathing and the rustle of sheets as Lysithea turns in her sleep.
I go through our plan in my head without the interference of anyone else’s thoughts or doubts.
The plan is insane. Building a cage of reality for a god. The slightest miscalculation and we don’t just die. We get unmade. Erased from existence along with the god.
But Lysithea believes we can do it, and if we succeed… I stop myself there. I can’t think of what she promised me. Not yet. We are miles from the finish line, and we might not even make it, anyway.