Page 59 of Destruction of Two
“An illusion…” I whisper, choking the words out. But it didn’t feel like an illusion. It was real. That’s the most disturbing part, I think. That my Prod enjoyed the torture, the kill.
But I am not that cruel, and it was just a dream. But I have to make sure. I have toknow.
My tremble fingers settle on Syko’s stomach. His smooth muscles jump beneath my touch. He’s here. He’s warm and comforting.
And looking at me with a mixture of concern and lust in his sleepy eyes.
Maybe he did rest after all. And what was my nephilim dreaming of?
My heart calms with a new sensation pulsing through me. My fingers slide down lower. My palm slips beneath his thin boxers and my finger wrap slowly around Syko’s cock. With a few rolls of my wrist, I pump him up and down and he hardens in my hand almost instantaneously. His hips jerk in an unconscious move that I relish in, a shaky sigh pushing past my lips.
“Izara…” His voice is hoarse. He wants to talk about my nightmares, about my tears. I don’t know if I can even bring myself to relive them. I can’t.I can’t.
I push my other hand against his chest, pushing him down to the earth and in a quick move, I straddle his body. My knees press into the dirt on either side of him, my slick heat hovering inches above him.
His palms go to my hips, steady, his fingers dig into my skin and I feel the slightest scrape of his nails, the only evidence that he’s losing control. There’s a war of emotions on his face that I feel within myself too. To give in to his desire, or to stop me and ask me what’s wrong.
I don’t give him a chance to choose.
With my hand gripping him tightly at the hilt, I guide him towards my entrance and slowly ease my way down onto him. I groan as he fills me, palms bracing my weight against his chest.
I need this. This realness to chase away the most traumatizing part of hell. That experience should be reason alone to keep me from wanting to go back, and there’s a war within myself as well. The thirst for power and the violence against me.
That violence made me stronger.
And I’m awful for craving that strength.
I lift my hips up and slam back down his shaft. His chest arches up into me, dropping his head back to the ground, and I know I’ve won this battle.
It takes everything I have within me to push the tears and the fears away again. I focus on Syko, on the thick length of his cock throbbing inside me and I move with unforgiving force against him. My every movement is hard, desperate in ways I can’t explain. He moves with me, and my hands slide up his skin to his throat, to the place where I ended his life.
I drop against him, chest pressing against chest, and kiss softly at the spot where imaginary blood had poured out before.
He’s alive. He’s safe.
It was an illusion. Just an illusion.
I don’t know if I speak these words aloud or say them in my head. All I know is the sensation building up to my core, tightening at my gut. The slamming feel of his length pressing up into me is all I can focus on.
Until cool palms settle right above Syko’s, and I know Saint has come to join this desperate need for release.
Tears sting my eyes as his gentle fingers slide down my spine, down the curves of my ass to my wetness below. He takes his time sliding against my sex and Syko’s cock.
The pleasure of that simple gesture spirals through my entire body. I arch against Syko, moving faster just as Saint aligns his lithe body behind me, enveloping me in his strength. I feel the thick head of his cock against my skin. The shifting of my hips slow as he takes control from behind me. His smooth length slides along my sex and Syko’s shaft.
He slowly eases himself into me and I gasp against Syko’s throat, struggling to take in deep breaths as Saint moves, thrusting in side by side with Syko. I try to grind against both of them somehow, but my limbs have become lost in the haze of this heady sensation.
Syko lifts and grips my wrists to push them behind me until my palms meet Saint’s taut abs. He guides our pace.Hefucksus. And I let him. I’m hopeless against the onslaught of their hips slamming into me, and I love every single bit of it.
Sharp teeth graze my neck but the vampire never bites. He doesn’t need to. I’m lost in the lust of our bodies.
You’re real. It was an illusion. You’re real.
You’re real.
The words spiral through my mind with every hard thrust of them meeting together in the most intimate part of my body. It’s a punishing force that soars up and through me, bringing me to that delicious edge…
I shatter, screaming. My head throws back against the crook where Saint’s neck meets his shoulder. His hand snakes around to grasp at my arched neck as he pumps faster into me, matching Syko’s own desperate pace, grinding along one another until they come inside me.
