Page 16 of Absolved In Death

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Multiple rounds of rock-paper-scissors and a drawn wrestling match from a very disappointed Ares determined he and I had the pleasure of sleeping in Diana’s bed. He spooned her from behind, his arms and legs wrapped around her leaving no space between them. His forearms pushed her breasts up and together, forming a pillow softer than heaven’s clouds for me to rest my head on.

Thoughts swirled in my racing mind as I took in Diana and Ares’ sleeping forms in the darkness of her windowless bedroom. I slept better last night than I had in days, since long before our captivity in the pit. The feeling of Diana’s warm, soft skin on my face and her sweet scent lulled me into a deep, blank void. The deeper we got into this war, the more visions I had. Some of them were vivid, gruesome depictions of the battles ahead that kept me awake at night. Images of the guys dying at Red’s hands or Diana being captured plagued my dreams. One vision beheld the decaying of the earth after Red’s victory. It was a barren wasteland, with no life, human, paranormal, or otherwise.

Other visions were fragments of a life far removed from the war, where the six of us resided together in a quiet, remote forest. We lived a life free of fighting, Hell, or the rebuilding of a world that was surely shattered by conflict. One even included a small, dark haired girl with a cherubic face, curly chestnut brown hair, and ocean blue eyes…

“Daddy, where is Dollie? I can’t find her!”

Her little pouty lips quivered with worry over her favorite doll. The one Mal and her made during craft time.

“I’m sure we’ll find your doll soon, but you need to use your own magic and find her yourself. Daddy can’t fix everything for you, baby girl. Close your eyes, and imagine winding your magic through the house. See it move, tell it to find her.”

She held my hand and closed her eyes. Several seconds passed, and she squinted with strain. This was complex magic for such a little girl, but if she was anything like her Mama, she needed to hone her magic early. She had to learn to keep it under control.

“Daddy, I can’t!” She wailed in defeat. “What if she’s scared? What if the evil people fromPápa’sstories have her…what if they came back and took her?”

That vision broke my heart, because there was a real possibility that even if we won this war, the fight would never be over. The threat of someone rising up and trying to take power would always loom over our heads. Because power was a beacon for the deplorable, greedy bastards of the world.

I was terrified I’d never get to meet our little girl. I would never teach her how to fly. Ares would never tell her stories of his many battles. Desmond would never teach her how to use her magic. Bash would never watch over her. And Mal would never play teatime with her. Maybe it was my Sight, but I knew the role each of us would play in her life, if we could fight our way to the other side of this living nightmare.

“Zaz…” Diana’s voice was craggy with sleep. “I can hear your heartbeat, it’s so fast. Are you okay?”

My lesson in betraying her was hard-learned. I knew I shouldn’t lie…but part of having Sight was knowing that not every vision came to pass. Nor was every vision wise to share. I refused to tease her with the promise of an unguaranteed future, just as I refused to share the horrors of a battlefield we may never fight on.

I swallowed down the urge to tell her everything and told her as much as I comfortably could. “I had a vision, but I can’t remember all of it. Sometimes they’re so fast, I can’t.”

She wriggled free of Ares’ limbs, then burrowed her face into my chest. As if she could feel my internal struggle or read my mind, she said “It must be so difficult to have such a gift. To be taunted with the ghosts of amazing and horrible things, never knowing if they’ll take form.”

An amazingly insightful thought for someone who did not possess Sight. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Diana was intelligent, not just in her mind, but in her heart.

She ran her hand through my hair, trailing feather soft kisses across my pecs. Losing myself in her gentleness, the comfort of her body, was my favorite escape from life’s plagues. I rolled onto my back, stretching out and pulling her on top of me. With every press of our lips, I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth as if it was uncharted territory. I trailed my fingertips under her shirt and down her back in light, teasing strokes. Her gasps and moans as she ground herself against me went right to my cock.

I eased my hand down her sleep shorts, finding her hot and bare beneath. My fingers slid through her wetness, gathering some before bringing it back to her clit. Every loose, slow circle around it teased her, giving her just enough sensation, but not enough to get off. She sat up, positioning herself over my hardness as she rolled her hips in an effort to take what shewanted. Every time I felt her get close, I drew my fingers back just enough to keep her on the edge.

As she writhed on top of me, I felt an overwhelming wave of positivity crash into us. It felt like an electric rush through my frayed, tired system, a warm burst of energy setting me anew. Diana smiled, basking in it as a low, breathy moan escaped her lips.

The positivity was strong enough to wake Ares, who sidled next to us, his large body rustled beneath the blankets. He snapped his fingers, removing her shirt. We watched her for several moments, taking in her bouncing breasts and the strained look on her face as she tried to get more friction.

He rested his head on my shoulder and his muscled body curled against mine. His lips brushed my cheek when he slid his own hand down the back of her pants. I heard Diana groan as he slid a thick finger inside her.

“Your pussy is so wet. So fucking tight it’s squeezing me,” he rasped. I kept alternating between soft circles and pinching her clit, both of us pleasing her in tandem. “Feathers, you need to feel this…”

I turned my head to the side, catching a molten heat in his eyes. Ares’ playfulness was fun. It was one of his most endearing qualities. But his raw sensuality…the heaviness to his voice…the way his tongue trailed over his bottom lip as he let his smoldering gaze burn me. It made me putty in his hands.

I slid a finger inside her from the front, using the heel of my palm to play with her clit. Our fingers worked together inside her, making her moan while we thrusted up inside her.

“Fuck, yes,” she breathed. “More.”

“Be more specific, my Little Goddess,” he purred in that Greek accent. I reined myself in so I didn’t come on the spot. “More what?”

He withdrew his finger from her, then knelt behind her. He grabbed the collar of her tank, ripping it in half and pushing it off her. Each of his hands cupped her breasts, massaging them slowly. She keened, her face pleading as he teased her nipples between his fingers. I pushed two more fingers inside her, working them deep. Her wetness coated them and I yearned to lick each one clean, to savor her taste on my tongue.

I need to taste her,I linked Ares.

“After you come, I’m laying you out on your back and watching Feathers eat your juicy, pink pussy. When he’s had his fill, it’s my turn. We’re ravenous, Little Goddess. We’ll make you come as many times as we want because we’ll never have our fill of you.”

“You can take it, right Honey?” I needed to see her come, feel her clamp around my fingers until they broke.

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