Page 41 of Elysian

My sensitive flesh throbbed.

He pulled his head up as I teetered on the verge of another release and kissed the sensitive flesh framing my entrance. Turning a bit more placed his lips at my inner thigh. He sank his fangs in. I screamed, my body arching upon the cot. I did not release his tresses.

Cassiel fed, the tug sending me into another release so intense my moans cut short. He returned to my sex, and I jolted from the overwhelming sensitivity, but he did not let me retreat.

“I will have you come on my tongue again.”

He spoke it into existence, not one inkling of doubt. He delved his tongue back inside me, teasingly pushing it in and out as if it were his shaft.

“Divine.”

Another swell inside me pushed me outside of my body. Cries and moans fell from my lips, so loud I had to press my hand over my mouth.

Still, he did not cease tasting me.

I kept my gaze averted from Hester’s. She braced me on my side, guiding me through the halls. Every step sent shards of heat across my body, but I gritted my teeth, enduring. What saved me was that when the ache retreated, it left numbness, making it easier to endure. When she came to collect me, I had donned my slippers again, glad to find the item Vera placed in there had not been moved.

“Truly, no one saw a thing.” A red flush stained her face.

“But you heard.”

I flicked a look toward Officer Brandt who had refused to look at me the entire walk over to the bathing chamber. He propped the door open for us to pass him. Upon entering, he inhaled sharply. I turned toward him as he swayed toward me. His nose flared and eyelids lowered.

“Officer?” I inquired, concerned.

He snapped straight, mouth opening and closing, horror plain on his face.

“Officer Brandt,” Egan’s familiar voice inquired. “I must speak to you briefly.”

Hester and I hesitated at the entrance.

Egan waved us through. “Enter.”

Hester aided me the rest of the way to the tub.

“I feel as if I am being ripped asunder,” I mumbled, scanning the surroundings. There was no one here.

“You are, or so Al claims. Your body is changing. Organs will twist inside you. Your essence will be utterly different.” She shook her head. “He said you will not need to relieve yourself.”

“But I am still drinking and eating.”

“Yes, and the manner in which your body changes will utilize it as a source of strength.”

Hester undid the sashes at the front of my frock. As soon as it was loose, it was easy to pull off. I had no bloomers to remove, so I gripped the edge of the bath and pulled my leg up. It left me in such a vulnerable position, but Hester stayed by my side, helping me by pressing upon my back to get me into the water. I splashed inside and warmth caressed my flesh.

I moaned, sinking into the sweet-smelling bath.

“While we are here, can you hand me my slippers?” I asked, forcing myself to grab onto the side of the bath to pull myself upright. The edge of the water lapped at the top of my breasts.

“There is something in here.”

“Vera slipped it inside and I have not had the privacy to look.”

If it was not Al watching me, it was whichever officer was present. She lifted the slipper with the item inside it and shoved it toward me. I reached inside and plucked it out. It was slim wood from the tip of my middle finger to the beginning of the wrist. A slight gap indented the middle. I pulled the wood in two opposite directions. A slim blade, slightly bigger than a finger, was unveiled. I quickly capped it back in place and shoved it at Hester.

“Place it back in my slipper,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure as I battled a wave of panic.

I snatched the soap bar and began to scrub my body. There was only one act to commit with a blade and that was harming someone. I detested the idea of needing it, but had to face the truth. If the time came and I had to use it, I would, even if it ended with my death.