Lips brushed beneath her ear. "All it took was a little help, and you’re dripping for me. My master won’t fault me when he knows how sweet you sound like this, how fucking delicious you look when there’s nothing left in your head but the need to be fucked. I rather think he’ll understand."
Everything grew hazy.
Fingers against her inner thighs, gathering the wetness on them and forcing it to her lips. "Taste it."
Fingers in her mouth, against her tongue. She tried to bite down, but was struck in reprimand. Her cheek stung.
Cool air between her legs, drifting over her core. Hands moving higher and higher and higher and?—
She sobbed,crying. "Please. Don’t. Please. Please. Please…"
The words blended, unintelligible.
Just before the fingers touched herthere,there was a deafening crash.
"What have you done?" A voice filled the cell, echoing off the stone. It was so loud, it felt unnatural.
A god, not a male.
Ambrose stiffened atop her.
Luella tried to look, but he blocked her sight, pressing firmly on top of her. Her vision was fuzzy regardless.
"Master, she was begging for me. I wanted to have a taste." Ambrose’s voice rumbled through her.
He was pulled off of her. Her legs were splayed, shift rolled high onto her hips, not quite revealing the space between her thighs. She closed her legs, feeling her wetness against her innerthighs as she curled into a ball on her side, broken sobs filling the air.
"I take you in. I give you a home. I show you love. And you have the effrontery to undermine me this way.To hurt me this way!" Caliban roared.
Not Caliban. He was too much of a god now. This was the Tenebrae.
She forced her eyes to drift up, flinching at what she saw. Shadows curled around every space of the Tenebrae’s flesh, drifting over the stone ground and slithering up Ambrose’s legs. He was forced against the wall, neck tilted back, tendons visible as he strained away from the frigid shadows.
"Master. Please—I’m sorry. I thought you would understand."
The Tenebrae stepped closer to Ambrose. "Understand what? That you wish to steal from me? That you have been scheming behind my back this whole time to take what is mine? I should have ripped your heart out then, in the foyer. But I was weak. My vessel faltered. He does not like violence. Now, I have buried him deep. Caliban is not around. It is just you"—the Tenebrae reached forward with a shadow-tipped hand, grabbing a chain that was around Ambrose’s neck, causing Ambrose to let out a startled cry—"and me."
The shadows tightened around Ambrose’s neck. The blue lights above had been covered by the darkness, peeking through just enough to make the whole thing appear nightmarish.
Darkness. Blue light broke through in thin rays. More darkness.
"I can take just as easily as I can give." The Tenebrae tightened his hold on the chain. Luella saw blood drip down Ambrose’s neck as it cut into his flesh.
"Master, I love you. I never meant for this to hurt you. Fuck—if I knew, I would not have..." Ambrose trailed off, as if unable to come up with a proper excuse for what he had done to her.
"You love me?" The Tenebrae gripped Ambrose’s chin, holding his head just as Ambrose had held hers.
"Mygod, I do."
How could one proclaim to love such an evil, monstrous god?
The Tenebrae leaned forward and kissed Ambrose right on the lips. It turned passionate quickly. She watched through half-lidded eyes, agonizing need coursing through her—and mental anguish that she wished would consume her, for it would be better than feeling desire—as Ambrose opened his mouth under the Tenebrae’s lips. She saw a flash of their tongues, shadows curling inside Ambrose’s mouth.
Then the Tenebrae pulled away, only slightly. His chest was heaving, as if from exertion. "No one touches what is mine to destroy." His fingers curled in the chain around Ambrose’s neck, then he yanked it.
The clasp broke as it snapped free. Ambrose cried out, clutching at his now bare neck.
In shadowy hands, the Tenebrae raised the chain. Luella saw there was a small, pure onyx stone hanging from it—it looked fine, delicate. The Tenebrae tightened his hand into a fist. She heard a small crack. Then it shattered in his grip. A black substance dripped from between the Tenebrae’s fingers and fell to the ground.
