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“You could have warned me.” She sticks out her tongue, and a black serpent hisses at him.
Thanatos beams. “And miss out on the thrill of ranking my two deadly and beautiful women?”
I am not yours,I warn Death, furrowing my brow. My hand automatically strays to my chest to Neo’s ring, clinging to it like a precious star.
“I trussed her up good,” I hint with a wicked glint in my eye, desperate to change the subject and how he referenced me in hispossessiveterm.
Somethingeruptsinside me. Something molten and liquid. A torturous and uncontrollable lust burning through me. Overthrowing all other urges, this primal and unbridled hunger surges a shock wave through me, pulsing from my head to my toes. Holy fuck! With no control over what my body is doing, I launch myself at Syn. Better her than Thanatos.
“Death!” She shrieks as my hands scramble up her stomach. “Get this little wanton angel off of me!”
I leap away from her and cover my face with my hands, utterly mortified. “I swear I don’t know what happened!”
My cheeks burn. Out of the corner of my eye, Thanatos cocks his head to me, brows threading low, suspicious. My core erupts again, spewing liquid gold to wet the frost dress. A storm of desire rages between my thighs. Thousands of tingles prick my nerve endings, and my nipples pebble. Before I realize it, I’ve forced myself right against Syn’s chastity belt, and I’m…oh, Saints!
“Thanatos, your heavenly halo girl ishumpingme!” she protests, snarling at me.
I hear the frustrated groan in his voice from behind us. “Oh, hell. Well played, beekeeper.”
Somehow, I tear myself from Syn, but the carnal need inside me doesn’t stop. I cry my apologies over and over again while backing up against Thanatos. “What’s happening to me?”
“He was in the Gates again, wasn’t he?” Thanatos touches his sickle mark on my neck as if trying to steady me, but it doesn’t help much. I bite my tongue hard, feeling the violent emotion of erotic bliss surging inside me, prepared to assault me again. I whimper while Thanatos continues, “That exasperating apiarist and his pranks. Sometimes, he shows up and roosts in my trees. Elysia—”
Oh, shit! Another burst of liquid gold. Electrical currents of pleasure hum all over my flesh. I can’t control my hands when they form pricks of Halo blades to rip at Thanato’s robes. “What secrets are you hiding, Death?” I cackle, wild, losing myself to that pleasure.
“Thanatos, best take her back to your Tower now and relieve her suffering,” suggests Syn before the rippling wave of pleasure passes. Without fulfillment. Groaning deeply, I drop to my knees, hugging myself, doubling over. I’m seconds from plunging into that Lake. Syn pats the top of my head. “You know Pan’s games last all night.”
All night? I gasp, I moan, I shudder. Scratch the Lake. I’ll dive headfirst into the Chasm before that! I’m certain my heart has broken off, implanted itself between my thighs, and is beating so hotly, so violently, it’s ready to explode.
“Saints, save me!” I curl into the fetal position and rub my hands all over my soul form to try and control myself.
“Come here, Elysia,” Thanatos murmurs low and scoops me into his arms, into a honeymoon hold. “I will rectify your desire.”
What does he mean by that?
“No,” I whimper with what emotional and mental reserve I have but still fall into his arms.
He launches us into the air. Within moments, the Soul Lake is below us, but Thanatos passes beyond the Court tower, hovering above that tightrope of stone. It confounds me that he can do this without wings, but I imagine it’s one of his powers in the Soul Plane. Just like I danced into flight a short time ago.
Ugh…I find my hands wandering, diving,exploring. I can’t help how they wander over his robes, seeking those sculpted muscles. One particular muscle.
Thanatos hardens, fortifying like ice, thickening sharp as crystal sickle blades as my fingers inch closer to his pelvis. Staccato, salacious currents like gloried garlands pulse out of me until I’m nothing more than a panting, moaning fire blossom.
I strive in vain to cling to Thanatos and battle this desire like hellfire that feasts on all of me. For some reason, I remember that night in the Chasm—woe overcoming me as my skin turned cold. Now, that night has reversed in a sick and twisted paradox.
Neo was hot as molten iron, as lustful as I am now. Thanatos is his polar opposite. Before, I could smell the sulfur and rot and ruin of the Chasm. Now, it’s the aroma of snow, roses, frost buds, and the deepest waters. Before, it was despair, grief, sin, and suffering. Now, passion, craze, lecherousness, and libido conquer me while liquid gold drips river-like down my legs. I know what I’m going to ask Death, beg him for.
Warring against the ardor, I pound my fist into Thanatos’ chest. “Oh, that buzzing bastard, I solved his riddle!” I moan, pressing my lips to Thanato’s neck, then sink my teeth down. His silver blood awakens to my love bite.
“Did you just bite me?” he guffaws.
“I’m going to get him back if it’s the last thing I do!”
“Yes, Elysia,” Thanatos purrs, kissing the side of my head through my curls. Again, there’s that knowing grin, his subtle dark humor. Almost worse that he doesn’t lord it over me like Neo.
“Don’t mock my pain!” I scream when another wave hits, and I twist my fingers in his robe.
Not once does Death tempt me. Not once does his hand stray as he wisps us across his Lake of Souls. It would bebetterthan this plague of passion. By now, I’m rocking against Thanatos, rolling my hips from the wanton inferno in my blood.
