Page 54 of Of Realms and Chaos

His head flew back, exposing his throat. Just as the pleasure claimed me, his name leaving my lips in a cry of ecstasy, I watched Bellamy’s tattoos move. They crept further up his neck, like snakes slinking across the ground. My eyes won then, finally squeezing tight as wave after wave of bliss washed through me, the orgasm leaving me a shaking and gasping mess.

Upon realizing I had come, Bellamy sped up, his hips thrusting harder. I opened my eyes right as he finished, his own screams drowned out by the roar of the fire coming to life in the previously unlit fireplace. The flames were black, shooting upwards with violent force. For a heartbeat, I feared that Bellamy would burn the castle to the ground, but then they disappeared as quickly as they were conjured. He crumpled, his arms grabbing me at the last second to flip us.

We both laid there, my head on his chest and his lips pressed to my hair, as we caught our breath. After a moment of silence, I looked up at him, inspecting his tattoos. They were no longer moving, the very tips now barely grazing his collarbones again. I wanted to ask, but my fear of an answer I would not like won out against my curiosity.

A flash of white appeared just to my left, saving me from having to say anything. Orange hair obstructed my vision before a pair of green eyes met mine.

“It is terribly rude of you to have sex in someone else’s home,” Henry said.

Chapter Eighteen

Asher

Bellamy quickly covered Henry’s eyes to hide my body, his annoyed huff somehow sounding menacing.

“Oh, please, like we have not had a naked female between us before.” Henry’s words earned him a smack to the back of the head, and then I was covered in shadows, the inky blackness turning heavy before my silver cloak met my skin. “Besides, I am sure I will have you both in my bed at some point in our lives. I am way too attractive to resist.”

This time it was me who reached up and slapped the back of the Sun’s head, causing him to lean forward with a grunt. He muttered something along the lines of “assholes” before standing up.

“Well, I am off to grovel at the feet of a bitchy mortal. When you dream of me naked tonight, little brat, remember that my cock is proportionate to my exceptionally large body.”

I burst into laughter at Henry’s words, which earned an angry growl from Bellamy—a muscle in his jaw ticking.

“Seeing as I am privy to how you look in skin-tight leather, I think it is safe to say there is nothing there that is of particular interest to me,” I teased, watching as his hand met his chest with his mouth agape in false horror. Bellamy was all too eager to chime in, speaking before Henry could respond.

“As Henry said, we are both intimately aware of what the other’s body looks like, and I can confirm that his size is just as unimpressive as his technique. The females had loads of complaints at the end.” With that, Henry rolled his eyes and stormed out, Bellamy and I laughing as he did.

We remained wrapped up in each other for a few moments before Bellamy forced me up to clean off. He led us to a bathing chamber, the yellow door matching the walls so perfectly that I had not noticed it before. The greens and yellows were nauseating, so I closed my eyes and let Bellamy take over—giggled when he tickled my feet after removing my shoes. As he washed me off, the two of us soaking in water he had conjured and heated, I drifted off into a rest far more peaceful than I deserved.

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“I feel as though it should be considered taboo to only open your mind to me after you fuck that abomination.”

I felt the scream tear free of me before I heard it, the ear-splitting sound not so much as reverberating off of the nothingness.

I whipped my head back and forth, trying to gain my bearings. Truly, there is only so much a fae can take before they lose their mind, and I feared I was on the cusp as I frantically tried to understand where I was.

After a moment, my mind focused, and I realized that I was once more in that strange space I had dreamed of before. Which meant that the voice had been…

“Hello, Padon.”

A content sigh escaped him, as if there were no place more blissful than here.

I turned, facing the direction his voice had come from. He stood nearby in the endless space, which was once more both light and dark—nothing and everything. His outfit this time was more intricate, regal even. He wore all black, the long-sleeve shirt held together by gold buttons. The swirls of gold and silver that crawled up the tight-fitting trousers and shirt formed some sort of strange image I could not decipher. Atop his head, that purple hair still chopped messily, was the same sharp and jagged crown from last time.

“My name on your lips is even more delicious than I imagined.”

Ignoring the creature, I looked down, trying to assess what I was wearing. The same black slip, its silk shining in a light that was both there and not. “You could at least dress me in something less scandalous,” I said nonchalantly, my shoulders lifting into a shrug.

Padon chuckled, an eerie sound that seemed to dig into my bones. When his feet began moving, the space between us quickly closing, I realized just how menacing his presence truly was. Padon stopped in front of me, his height forcing me to tilt my head back. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth, chilling in its perfection. Watching as he reached a hand out to me, I noted the blue blush spreading quickly across his nearly translucent skin. His fingers were ice cold against my cheek, the drag of them across my face and over my ear so strangely familiar.

“I’m sorry this was done to you. You deserved better.” As he spoke, Padon seemed to trace the shape of a fae ear, fixing what was ruined.

I flinched away from the contact, needing space from him. Why did he bring me here? What did he want with me?

“You know what I want, Asher. Deep down, you know.” I wanted to rip my hair out at his insinuation—at the thought of one more creature trying to use me.

A toy, that was what I was. A thing to pass around and be played with until I no longer pleased my owner. How fitting, to be disposable in such a way when I could not seem to get rid of myself. Maybe I would get lucky and Padon would do it for me. Prevent the world from ending by simply ending me.

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