Page 18 of A Song of Saints and Swans
The god’s golden horns were in full view, while something dark and unrecognizable flickered just beneath the surface of his skin. A glance at Rena revealed her horns were out as well, as was a feral gleam in her eyes—the black of her pupils almost obliterating any traces of green.
I shivered, although it was less from fear and more from recognition. For all their pretty glamours, these two were far from human.
Which only makes me want them more.
Jarilo was growling like a wild animal—teeth bared and lips glistening from his first taste of me.
Rena simply smirked at his splintering control, casually running her finger along one of his horns, torturing him as he struggled to obey.
“What do you think, dove?” she murmured, gently pulling the rest of my clothes off over my head. “Are you ready for your servant to worship you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider—offering myself to the god at my feet. “Unleash him.”
At a nod from the goddess, Jarilo pounced with a predatory growl that had me tensing for fight-or-flight. This survival instinct instantly dissolved the moment his hot tongue swept up my core, plunging inside to gather my slickness—bathing his face in it as he loudly groaned.
Nothing better than a partner who eats pussy like they’ll die without it.
The noises coming from Jarilo suggested he might diefromit as well, but I wasn’t faring much better. Mewling like a cat in heat, I hooked my legs over his broad shoulders, grasping his horns with both hands so I could yank him closer, uncaring if he could breathe or not.
“I love how ravenous you both are,” Rena praised, running her lips along my shoulder and neck, leaving a trail of biting cold in her wake. “Now be a good boy, Jarilo. Make her scream for us.”
The god purred in response, dragging his mouth to my clit so he could slide two thick fingers inside me with a wet sound that echoed in the small space.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The way he seemed to glow with golden light, how his sinuous muscles bunched when he moved, and that his veins had turned dark green—snaking beneath his skin with a life of their own.
Like vines.
It was the thought of Jarilo’s vines—knowing he was holding his wildest self back—that made my legs start to shake.
I tightened my grip on his horns and arched backward, dropping my head onto Rena’s shoulder as I came. She captured my scream with a sharp kiss that coated my tongue with ice—the sensory shock extending my climax until I thought I might ascend to the Prav.
Jarilo groaned against me, but he focused on softly licking me—bathing me in warmth—until I returned to earth.
Where nothing will be the same again.
“How did she taste?” Marena’s teasing tone roused me from my daze. She absently trailed a cool finger along my neck, petting me while awaiting her brother’s reply.
Jarilo’s chest was still heaving as he deposited an achingly soft kiss on my inner thigh, then slowly stood. His golden gaze paused on mine before focusing on his sister’s face.
“Like immortality,” he replied, his normally unruffled voice raw with emotion.
Confused, I tilted my head to peer up at Rena’s face, finding her intently staring at her twin. “Jar?” she whispered, her tone concerned.
He shook his head, lips pressed together in an apparent refusal to elaborate. Marena’s green eyes narrowed, but before she could demand an answer—or perhaps crowbar her way into his thoughts—Jarilo’s gaze shot to theVardowindow.
An inhuman growl rumbled from his throat and I gasped as he suddenly transformed into pure flame and disappeared through the door in a flash of golden light.
THEY CAN DO THAT?!
That’s when the real screaming began.
The Fragility of Hope
ANTHIA
By the time I redressed and followed Rena outside, Jarilo was back to corporeal form, dangling an angry red-headed woman upside down in the air.
She was screeching and hissing—a truly unholy sound—clawing at the god holding her ankle like a wild animal while he simply laughed.
