Page 73 of A Song of Air
WithWeylyn.
“Wow,” Ev whispered again. His dark hair was tousled wildly, and when she looked down, she saw the marks of her claws against his chest, the blood running against his skin.
“I—I’m s-sorry—” Bryson felt like she couldn’t breathe.
“Oh, this? I liked it. You’ve never... you’ve never been sowildbefore. Fuck, that was...” He let out a breathy chuckle and leaned close to nuzzle her cheek with his chin.
Touching him felt like a betrayal. Being in his arms made her feel like a fraud. A chasm opened up in her chest and she could feel herself falling into it. The truth of what she’d done glared at her, and Ev... Ev was looking at her like she held up his world. If only he knew that she never would have done that to him had she known. She never would have marked him so violently. The only reason she’d done it was because she thought he’d been someone else.
And that felt like the greatest sense of treachery of all.
Bryson had always valued her loyalty. Everything she was crashed down within in an instant. At the single sign of anger and pleasure, she’d let herself go.
And had inadvertently hurt Everette in the process.
Bryson pulled away from him, grasping blindly at her clothes to cover herself. Her body still hummed with the aftereffects of her own release, but when Ev’s softening cock slid out from inside her, she didn’t feel a hollow ache. Didn’t feel like she missed him inside her at all.
What have I done?
Her eyes stung with tears, and this time she couldn’t stop them as they fell.
“Hey, Bryce.” Ev reached for her, his touch gentle and reverent. She flinched away. Undeserving of his affection, of the love he so readily gave her. “What’s wrong? Did I do something? Did I hurt you?”
She let out a laugh of disbelief.
If only he knew. If only he knew that the whole time they’d been joined together, she’d imagined someone else in his stead. She’d pictured someone else. She’d been fucking someone else. And the worst part about it was that she’d known. She’d known what she was doing, and a deep, dark part of her would do it again.
Weylyn had satisfied her in the confines of her own mind. He’d played her body like an instrument, wrought something she’d never felt before. He’d created more pleasure within her own thoughts than Everette ever could with his entire body. The guilt of those thoughts was immediate; she drowned in it.
That wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to give in to him, no matter how much she liked it. And if Ev ever found out about what she’d done and she lost him forever?
She’d only ever have herself to blame.
Pretty Little Lies
Bryson wondered inthe days that followed if she could shed her skin for a new one. Though logically she knew that Weylyn hadn’t touched her, not really, she could still feel the phantom press of his palms sliding sensually against her skin. When she closed her eyes at night, she remembered everything with an ache between her thighs that burned. It could only be driven away by her fingers, gliding over her sensitive flesh until completion.
