Chapter 29
Dastian
“Alittle bit of chaos and whole hell of a lot of luck.”
Nyssa gives me a withering glare. “Gee, thanks.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “You asked. I’m being honest. The power of the Firsts isn’t something you can just summon with a snap of your fingers. It’s primal, ancient, and frankly, a bit temperamental.”
“Like you, then,” she mutters.
“Exactly like me,” I agree cheerfully. “Which is why I’m uniquely qualified to help you access it.”
Voren snorts. “This should be entertaining.”
“What do I need to do?” Nyssa asks, her jaw set in that stubborn way that makes me want to both applaud and throttle her.
I circle her slowly, assessing. The energy radiating from her is still volatile, sparking at the edges like a faulty wire. “First, you need to stop fighting us. Really, just stop. It’s annoying and getting us nowhere.”
She grits her teeth but says nothing.
“Secondly, you need to relax. You are wound up tighter than a virgin on her wedding night.”
Voren snorts. “Definitely not a virgin.”
“Fuck you. I wore you out,” she snarls.
“You fucking did. Gods alive, I have never had a fuck like it.”
“And you won’t again.”
“Please,” he says. “You’re dying for another go on my cock.”
“In your dream—”
“Quiet,” I say softly. “That temper of yours needs to be culled, slayer.”
She hisses, but when I place my hands on her shoulders and squeeze, she shuts up.
“That’s better,” I murmur in her ear. “Swim?”
I drop my hands to her waist and wrap my arms around her, transporting us to the lake.
She gasps as we materialise at the water’s edge, stumbling slightly in my grip. The cold late afternoon air hits us both, but I’m already heating the water, turning it from grey to that inviting turquoise that made her melt last time.
“Again, with the lake?” she complains, but there’s less fight in her voice now. Good.
“Water is chaos in its purest form,” I explain, steering her towards the edge. “Constantly moving, adapting, never the same twice. It’s the perfect conduit for what we need to do.”
“Which is?”
“Strip you down to your base components and rebuild you from scratch.” I grin at her horrified expression. “Metaphorically speaking. Mostly.”
“That’s not reassuring.”
“It’s not meant to be.” I release her, stepping back to give her space.
“Now strip.” I pull off my shirt, tossing it aside.
“The point isn’t to make you comfortable, Nyssa.
It’s to push you past your limits. Past the carefully constructed walls of duty and discipline that are currently choking the life out of your potential. ”
She stares at me for a beat, calculating the odds of me drowning her versus the odds of the world ending if she refuses. The world ending wins. She kicks off her boots and reaches for the hem of her hoodie.
I remove the rest of my clothes and wade into the lake, turning away to give her some false sense of modesty as she strips off. I turn when I hear her enter the lake and enjoy the jiggle of her tits as she walks towards me like a fucking goddess. But none that I’ve ever met. She is perfection.
She stops a few feet away, the water lapping just above the curve of her breasts. Her skin is flushed from the sudden heat, or perhaps from the fact that I’m staring at her like I want to fuck her until the world does end. What a way to go.
“Eyes up, God of Chaos,” she murmurs, splashing a wave of heated water into my face.
I wipe the droplets away, grinning. “You don’t like me looking?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” she says. “It’s that I don’t trust you.”
“Smart girl.” I close the distance, the water swirling eagerly around my hips. “Trust is earned. Chaos is experienced.”
“Stop talking and fix me.”
“I’m not fixing you, Nyssa. I’m unravelling you.
” I reach out, gripping her waist. She flinches but doesn’t retreat.
Her skin is scorching, a fever heat that has nothing to do with the lake and everything to do with that ancient bloodline screaming for an outlet since it has been around the very creatures it was designed to kill.
She has absolutely no idea the history between us and the power that lies dormant, but expectant in her blood.
She has no idea the centuries we plotted our revenge on the creature who would have their power when we resurfaced.
On the flip side, we had no idea that the creature would be this feisty, sarcastic, incredibly strong woman with a rack to die for and apparently a pussy that has made Voren lose all reason.
It takes a monumental amount of effort not to thrust my stiff cock inside her and forget the mission entirely.
But that would leave us in a position where the world will likely end, and I’m not ready for that yet.
“Control,” I say, my voice dropping an octave. “You slayers are obsessed with it. Every move calculated, every breath measured. Chaos requires the opposite. You need to surrender.”
“Surrender isn’t in my vocabulary.”
“Then you’ll break.” I let a spark of raw chaotic energy bleed from my fingertips into her skin. The water around us hisses and steams. “Stop holding yourself together. If you want to channel the Firsts, you have to be willing to fall apart.”
She gasps as the energy hits her, her nails digging into my forearms. “It hurts.”
“Growth usually does, sweet slayer. Now, breathe. And for the love of the gods, stop trying to punch the magic. It hits back.”
She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. She wraps her legs around me, and I stifle my groan as I feel her pussy pressed against me.
“Are you doing that on purpose?”
She smiles, eyes still closed. “Maybe.”
“It’s not going to distract me.”
She pouts and opens her eyes, lowering one of her hands to wrap around my cock. “You want me to relax? I know a better way than meditation.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You have already fucked Dreven and Voren. Are you looking for a hat trick?”
She clamps her thighs tighter and moves closer, pressing her tits against my chest. “You want me to relax, don’t you? Before Dreven, I hadn’t had a shag in months, years, even.”
“So now you’re making up for lost time?”
“I was wound up tight. Masturbation isn’t the same.”
“Why are you trying to seduce me when you know how important this is?”
She sighs. “Because I know myself.” Her thighs tighten around me.
“If I try to surrender mentally, I’ll just build another wall.
My brain is wired for defence, Dastian. But my body?
” She squeezes me, and I can’t stop the sharp breath that hisses between my teeth.
“My body knows how to yield. It’s the only time I stop thinking about duty and death.
If you want access to the primal part of me, this is the door. ”
I stare at her, feeling the chaos energy inside me swirl and churn like a storm seeking release.
“You’re manipulating me,” I say, even as my fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of her hips, betraying my hunger.
“Is it working?” Her eyes challenge me.
“Spectacularly.” I lift her with barely a thought and thrust upward.
I don’t bother with gentleness. It’s not what either of us needs.
Her gasp is intoxicating as I stretch her, her head falling back to expose the vulnerable line of her throat.
The power surges between us, not just physical but primal, ancient.
The lake responds to my loss of control, water bubbling violently around our joined bodies.
“Don’t hold back,” I growl against her throat, driving into her with a force that makes her entire body shudder. “Let it break you, Nyssa.”
For once, she doesn’t fight. She surrenders, and it nearly breaks me.
It is the single most magnificent thing I have ever seen.
Her arms wrap around my neck as she holds on and takes over control, riding me hard.
The friction is maddening, slick and hot over my aching cock.
Being inside her is every bit as enlightening as I knew it would be.
Fucking our sworn enemy is a high I don’t think will ever be surpassed.
Voren was right. She isn’t just taking; she’s demanding, her nails scoring down my neck as she sets a pace that would kill a mortal man.
But I’m a fucking god, and she’s proving to be something entirely other.
“There,” I rasp, feeling the shift. The climax is building; the barrier in her blood is fracturing. The chaos I pushed into her is merging. “Feel that? That’s not just me inside you.”
She throws her head back, a feral sound tearing from her throat that vibrates against my chest. The lake around us responds to the spike in energy, the turquoise water darkening to a violent, roiling violet. Steam hisses off her skin, spiralling up into the mist like smoke signals.
I grip her hips, anchoring us both as the silt beneath my feet shifts. “Don’t fight it, Nyssa. Let it burn.”
I pump her on my cock, thrusting deeper, seeking that spark of ancient power buried under layers of stubborn discipline.
She clamps down on me, tight and convulsing, and the sensation nearly sends me over the edge.
But I hold on. I need her to break first. I need the slayer to shatter so the vessel can rise.
“Dastian!” She screams my name, and the air around us crackles with red lightning, striking the water’s surface without scorching us.
“Fuck, Nyssa,” I groan as my cock twitches inside her.
“Told you,” Voren murmurs, coming up behind her and placing his hands on her waist. “Can you handle two gods, slayer?”