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“You know my power is no trifle. What will you give in return?”
NYXION
“The Dark Of You” by Breaking Benjamin
“Our Solemn Hour” by Within Temptation
“The Light Behind Your Eyes” by My Chemical Romance
“Oh, Death” by Jen Titus
Envy does not rule me when Morpheus drives Zenya up against the nearest stone wall outside of the prison—and impales her on his shadow cock. Torment does.
She’d stared at him most, his skin and flesh like organic ribbons dangling from his cheekbones. And how he was rendered fully blind after the last battle. Grief carved through me when she cupped his wreckage of a face and kissed him long and full on his fleshy ruin of a mouth.
Now, I watch with a cold, dark possession as he fucks her against the wall until he’s restored—piece by piece. Glassy eyesmeet mine, swollen lips, and a hard swallow. Shadows shackle her arms to the wall. His one palm flattens the wall while the other journeys down the right side of her body. He thumbs her pierced nipple, delights in her moan, and captures the moan with his mouth.
His rhythm picks up until he’s hammering into her with hardly a beat until she arches, her head tips back, and her lips part in a raw climax. He jerks, snaps, and fills her with his release.
Her fingers wander across his cheek as he fixes his gaze on her. “Can you?—”
He nods and kisses her palm. “I see you, sweet dreamer.”
She sighs with a tender nod as he slowly lowers her to the ground. I turn away, having punished myself by watching her and my brother together but without gracing myself with the glorious sight of her clothed in nothing but her tattoos.
When she touches my shoulder, I startle at the unexpected gesture.
“Nyxion…” Her voice is soft as a dark lullaby.
Turning to face her, I breathe deeper, heavier without lowering my eyes from her gaze. For eyes are windows to the soul, and her soul is as beautiful in its duality as the artistry upon her skin. She glows with an ethereal light amid the shadows and stone walls around us.
Now, she cups my cheekbone, my skull with her thumb brushing my mandible at the barest corner of my teeth.
She blinks, her eyes turning from aquamarine to dark. Those fingers curve, nails poised but not scraping.
Beastie…I lower my head in a gesture of homage.
“We’re having a bit of a dispute.” She winces, then sighs heavily. “She wishes to kiss you. And I will reluctantly agree to one. You earned it when you inspired her blanket fort and battled death…”
I clutch at her fingers with my skeletal ones, removing her palm from my skull without breaking her gaze.I have earned nothing. A kiss would be a gift to my undeserving soul.
She studies me for a moment, then nods slowly. “Perhaps, but sometimes the undeserving need gifts the most. Let this kiss be the beginning of a bridge between us.”
I grip her hand tighter, a silent agreement passing between us.I’d build you a bridge with my very bones if it granted you another blessed step.
Dark eyes fade to the bluest green, and Zenya doesn’t hesitate. She rises onto her tiptoes and presses her mouth to my skull and teeth—as if she doesn’t want to give Beastie a chance to change her mind. Her kiss is tender yet insistent, her tongue easing past my teeth, careless if they may cut.
I open my jaw and close my eyes to taste the sweetness and raw intensity. Her warmth seeps into me, destroying any barriers that have long surrounded my heart.
Fleeting moments pass in silence. Hardly aware of my brother’s presence as she kisses me, and when she parts from me, I find she has woven herself a gown—thegown—the same one she wore when she first arrived and crashed into me in the cemetery.
Hecate manifests behind Zenya, garbed in a sheer purple gown with black embroidery and gold rings holding the straps. Zenya spins and throws her arms around the Goddess, burying her face in her shoulder.
“Shh, now, little dreamer,” she soothes Zenya while stroking the back of her hair. “The time for tears will be later. Tears of joy and the purity of your emotions.”
Morpheus nods to her. “Where did you disappear to?”
Hecate presses her lips into a knowing smile as Zenya pulls back to look up at her. “I was nearby…watching. You didn’t need my interference with you two unifying in battle for the first time.And Beastie knew exactly how to help her host, partially thanks to Nyxion. But…it is time to take Zenya to her final Trial.” Eyes as bright as her torches, she takes Zenya’s hands, tilts her head, and they disappear into shadows. Morpheus follows.
