Chapter 8 #2
I was losing track of who was feeding on who.
The crystal sputtered.
Asher’s eyes changed.
And I trembled as my Hunter’s hand trailed around my body, then flicked my underwear aside.
He pushed into me first, just an inch. Just enough to make me stop breathing.
Asher instantly tensed and his brows drew together, but he seemed to manage focusing his feeding on Dante’s arousal.
That’s it, Asher, I thought at him, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me.
“Tell me what happened,” I insisted once I learned how to form words again.
He worked on a swallow while Dante gently moved. He didn’t press in any further. He slipped his cock through my wet folds, then pushed in just enough to stretch me, before doing it again.
I realized that, from Asher’s vantage point, he would be able to see what Dante was doing to me. Jealousy flared in his eyes, but I spotted something else there, too.
He was starting to enjoy this.
“A demon found you in that forest the next time we went there to re-create the experience,” Asher admitted, looking up. “I don’t know why I started with that story. It didn’t end well the second time around.”
I knew why. It was because somewhere deep inside, Asher knew he needed healing. He needed to talk about this, to go through the memories moment by moment like flash cards until his mind sorted out every single one.
Until he made sense of it, or accepted it, whichever came first.
“What did the demon do?” I asked, not wanting to hear the rest but knowing this was what Asher needed.
His jaw flexed. “I can’t, love. I just…” He went silent when I tentatively touched him. I ran my fingers down the silky length of him, enjoying his perfection.
I toyed with the piercing, then gripped his base before guiding him to my entrance.
Dante made room, but just barely. He stayed an inch inside of me, daring me to continue.
I wasn’t afraid of pushing my limits. He wanted to see if I was hoping he’d back down. I knew he wouldn’t.
I just didn’t care.
Asher’s eyes darkened, going from gray to black when I sank onto him and my mouth parted on a silent gasp.
Dante refused to be pushed out, so he eased in further, competing for space as my body stretched around the two of them. An initial burn radiated as my flesh complained, but that was only fuel for the crystal, so I tolerated my donation for the day’s quota.
I held very still while I adjusted to the two of them inside of me. They seemed to be holding their breaths, waiting to see what I’d do.
Dante pulsed inside me, and Asher’s body mimicked the throb in response.
“Did you see… what happened?” I asked him, needing him to finish the thread of the horrible memory. He’d held on to this for too long. It was time he let it out.
His fingers dug into my hips, dimpling my flesh. “Yes.”
I eased down an inch, making sweat break out over my body again. “Tell me what you saw.”
Anger flared in his eyes, but I knew it was at the memory. Not at me. “The demon had managed illusion magic. He looked like me. That was how he tricked you, love. That was how he got close enough to…” He didn’t seem able to finish the sentence.
“Which demon was it?” Dante asked from behind me. His fingers stroked my spine as if praising me for doing such a good job.
But even he was a captive to Asher’s story now.
His eyes fluttered closed as his brows pinched together. “I don’t know.”
That was why Asher felt like a failure. That was why he felt like he was to blame. A demon had taken his form and tricked me.
No, not me. A past version of me that didn’t exist anymore.
I had absolutely been created anew when I’d been born into this life. I wasn’t just a goddess. Actually, that was such a dormant part of me that I was someone else entirely now.
I knew that hurt Asher, too. I wasn’t the person he had lost. Not exactly.
Whoever she was, he’d never get her back.
“I’m sorry,” I said as tears burned at the edges of my eyes. I lowered my body in apology, trying to show him how much I hated hurting him.
Because I had failed him, too. I’d fallen for a demon’s ploy and let this happen.
Asher grabbed on to my hips, driving into me as if he sought to fix this by force.
Dante grunted at the pressure, then matched Asher’s movements.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said as he wrapped his fingers around my throat, pulling me up as he pushed himself all the way inside.
He bit my neck as I whimpered, my body moving with his, seeking more of the bliss he and Asher offered.
“If that hadn’t happened, I would never have met you.
I would have been nothing without you, Lily.
You’re not just his goddess. You’re mine, too. ”
My body clenched as Dante drove harder into me as if to prove a point.
Asher’s thumb found my clit and swirled, making a sob catch in my throat.
He managed to move with Dante, using expert maneuvers to put pressure in all the right places.
His piercing was a tool for a skilled lover, and Asher seemed to have developed the ability of pleasing my body to perfection.
Even if he’d never shared me like this, he had no trouble finding a rhythm with Dante that had me panting.
I held on to Dante’s forearm as he thrust and Asher’s fingers swirled.
A steady hum of dizziness threatened to take me under, but I knew he had it under control.
I trusted him, so I let go. I rode the rising current until an orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. A scream ripped out of me, one that released everything I’d been holding back.
Dante’s heat filled my body and Asher pulsed inside of me as well, both of them following me over the edge, healing something inside of us that had been broken.
When I looked up, I saw my own flushed expression staring back at me as a broad reflection offered me an incredible sight. Asher on the bed, his head thrown back as sweat made his dark hair curl around his perfect face, and Dante holding on to my throat as he moaned into my ear.
So… that’s why mirrors are on the ceiling.