28. Chapter Twenty-Eight Echoes of Freedom
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Echoes of Freedom
Maverick
As we crept toward the mirrors, I let Tess guide us to whichever one she felt best about. I didn’t know what her vision could have depicted, but she was willing to see it through, so I tried to trust her.
She was brimming with fear and lust in such a delicious way, I had to think of shit and piss in the streets to keep my dick in line. Each step was like an eternity as we inched toward the mirror, the force of the gleeful spirit in the room watching us, pressing into my consciousness. I wanted to strangle the life out of him and send him to Hell, but it wasn’t my place, and the last thing I needed was to give them a new path right to me. We were going to have to follow this through .
When we reached the mirror, Tess took a deep breath and wiggled her fingers, as if she were bracing for the worst, even though inside she was nearly erupting with lascivious hunger. That vision must have been dirty, going by her scent. It was hardly the time or the place, but I’d never been one to worry about such things. I couldn’t help my own growing excitement as her desire permeated our surroundings, nor my knowing smirk as we reached out to touch the mirror together.
Tess paused and turned her head toward the spirit. “Will it suck us in, or…”
“It will reveal all, and you will let it direct you,” he explained.
With that non-answer, as we touched the mirror, I was jolted to attention and unable to turn away. My reflection had her by the throat, our lips a whisper away, my eyes sharp, sneering. I barked commands at her, and she demurely agreed, peeling her clothes off. I pushed her to her knees and directed her to unbutton my jeans, pull my dick out and lick it.
Obviously my cock promptly stood at attention, pressing painfully against my jeans. “God damn, Tess, please tell me this is your desire and not your destruction,” I rasped beside her, having to cough out the tickle in my throat.
“Or yours,” she answered, voice warbling.
I gaped at her, leaning in close to her neck and sniffed deeply. She smelled so deliriously horny, it was a wonder she could stand still—unless I had it wrong somehow. But that never happened. For my part, I was going to rut if I wasn’t careful, which was something I’d never felt before. My closely guarded secret was that controlling myself was a point of pride, even if it was by intentionally letting go.
This frantic need was new, and because we were in a dangerous situation, I couldn’t be sure what was real. There were so many kinds of tricks these entities here might be playing, so we couldn’t even trust our own emotions and instincts. Backing away from those, I knew, in my experience, if I wanted to maintain control, I had to loosen the reins.
“Brings a new meaning to ‘Devil’s Delirium,’ doesn’t it?” I joked. She pursed her lips, trying to feign lightheartedness. The terror inside her was delicious, but that sense of protectiveness had not relaxed one bit since I first laid eyes on her. I wasn’t a good man, but I wasn’t a rapist. “We both know this looks hot as fuck, but if you want me to stop, say the word and I will.”
“What word?”
She was turned on by the idea, though, so I was more than thrilled to play along. I gripped her throat and growled. “If it gets too hot, you say ‘scorching,’ you hear?”
She smirked at me. “I think I’ll say frozen .”
My dick quirked at the realization she was a brat. My favorite fucking kind of sub. “Deal,” I snarled. “Now get your clothes off, you beautiful filthy bitch.”
Her heartbeat picked up, and she peeled her shirt off just as the mirror showed she would. I still worried we were about to be consumed by a destructive force rather than desire, but something had already begun to wind tightly around me and pull me down like a demonic curse.