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By the time I finally envision her face, Azurienne is pinned below me. My mind snaps back before I can deal a lethal blow. So trained after all my years with Malachor.
She moans, shivering from the pain of my fangs and the strangulation marks upon her throat. If Reaver wasn’t such a bastard, I could have given her an honorable death, a swift one.
“What shall it be, my little queen?” Reaver taunts Quintessa, and for the first time, I lift my eyes to my little dove.
He cups her jaw, raising her chin higher in presentation with all those in the court studying her nudity and licking their lustful lips. When the time comes, when my power is restored, when the noose is broken, I will rip out all offending eyes, all those dripping tongues, and leave them sightless and mute, wandering around in the dark forever.
Quintessa swallows, her eyes pained as she roots her eyes upon me before glancing at Azurienne.
“Please don’t make me do this,” I overhear her plead with Reaver, but her begging will fall on deaf ears.
She should let me die. She doesn’t know what will happen after the Hollows—how Malachor will rise. I cannot tell her. It would endanger us all, our child most.
One brutal stab of Reaver’s fingers inside her, all his damned fingers, has her doubling over that balcony, croaking out a weakened ‘Malachor’ before she clenches her eyes, lifts her hand, and slowly points to...me.
“Looks like it’s your lucky night, Merikh,” Reaver mocks me with a crazed cackle. “Finish her.”
Too overcome by my need to reclaim my little dove, all I grant Azurienne is one final gaze, one final nod of understanding, one last farewell. “All in the Underworld will know who the true God of Blood is from my soul, Lord Merikh Howle.”
I make it quick. A blood clot to her brain. Swift. Painless.
And then, I’m beating my wings, thundering into the air, snatching Quintessa right off that balcony, and soaring to the Sea of Bones as fast as possible.
She wantsand needs my possession more than ever.
After the war upon her senses, as she described on our brief flight—between her working her hardest to detach, break away pieces of herself, and falling into the forced pleasure of the damn venom—she commands me to break her. As I approach the Sea of Bones, I’ve already resolved what I will do.
Slow and tender would be false.
After the ordeal she has endured, she needs me at my realest, rawest, strongest. She wants to feel it, feel everything.
So, I don’t fucking hide myself from her.
I fly past the shore. I sweep across the surf, across the subtle whitecaps, past the riptides and stronger currents until we are a mile well past shore.
Her nails claw at me, cling to me as the gravity of the situation presses in. I drop her.
While Kyan may have helped her a little, she never truly learned to swim. Especially in water this deep. She sinks, her head disappearing beneath the surface as I hover....and watch. After Reaver’s abuse, her spirit is weaker. That spirit will rise when I lift her from the depths.
Snapping my wings tight, I dive, finding her dove-white little body with no trouble. Capturing her mouth first, I breathe air into her lungs, feel her struggle. I deny her. Seizing her body, restraining her until she cannot thrash or fight, I drive my cock deep inside her. And smirk at the blurred sound of her scream.Under my waters, it’s a gods-damned symphony to my ears. The feeling of her warm, wet sheathe sucking me in beneath the surface as we sink lower is like a glorious death, a passing into another world, a dark paradise.
And just before she can suck water through her nostrils, I finally unfold the waters, pushing them away from her face...and mine until she may breathe again.
“Merikh!” she gasps, her head swinging around to stare at the walls of dark water all around us, the water still blanketing our bodies from her neck and my chest down. And how we are still sinking, submerged in deep water. “This is...I—” Her voice cracks with emotion, and I lower my head to take her mouth.
She is a lovely ghost in the water. Her body, like a spirit veil.
Still buried inside her, harder than iron, I pause to meet her silver eyes and give her something real. “Kyan and I would come here. Right out from under Malachor, I would unlock his chains and escape with him.” I smirk at the memory of how we couldn’t get rid of our clothes fast enough as we challenged one another with who could win our flight races to the furthest edge of the Sea. He won, of course. But I am the one who carried both of us back to shore since my wings arestronger.
“We would disappear beneath the water,” I tell her, coiling a hand around the base of her neck. “He’d give me breath. I’d heat his blood.” As I do for her now.
Her breaths escape in tatters. Her glassy eyes fixate on me, overwhelmed while her hands trace my scars, studying them. Each becomes a live wire beneath her fingers...or a living, beating heart.
I kiss her again, pump into her again, anchoring her against me with every thrust even if she is the greatest anchor I need. In and out of time, we sink until nothing exists but another world of twisted black rock formations, the dark flora that can exist in the Sea of Bones like ever-moving ink blots, and the glow of bio-luminescent creatures like ghostly lanterns. Our breaths within the cocoon disrupt the eerie silence.
Gods...I pause from her swollen mouth and roam my eyes across her body. She could be a part of this world. Like one of those phosphorescent creatures like haunting angels in the depths, some mysterious white siren—one who would not steal a man and drown him. No, she would lift a sunken corpse, drag it to the surface, and have no qualms about breathing life back into its dead soul.
Tears roll down her cheeks as she studies my hidden world. One I’ve only ever shown to Kyan. Shadows flicker along the edges of our little sanctuary. When a pale jellyfish, like an aquatic apparition, pulses its enchanting light across her face, Quintessa lifts a delicate hand to the edges of that cocoon—as if she is waving to the creature with its diaphanous shimmering tendrils. It drifts, dancing, illuminating her eyes to a soft silver, enchanting and hypnotic.
