discreetly stepped back, got away with it, and tried another step.
“Stay.” Osiris slowly turned his head. “Watch.”
The command fell over me, heavy like wooden stocks locking me down.
Isis’s laugh coiled around my body and thoughts. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t close my eyes longer than a blink, couldn’t move. I could, however, grit my teeth and consider all the places I’d like to stab Alysdair into them. The sword was snug against my back. So close…yet it might as well have been a cardboard cutout for all the good it did me here.
Osiris flipped Isis over, spread her legs, and drove himself inside her. His wife groaned and shifted her ass. I gave up fighting the warring urges and accepted I was stuck here. The worst of it was that part of me wanted to be here. That part wanted to be right where Osiris was, pounding into Isis, and Isis’s side-eyed glare told me she knew it. Monster , she’d called me before, but I couldn’t recall when. And I heard it again as my own need grew hot and hard.
Osiris began speaking the old language, smoother than most, uttering words of union, of life, of celebration and love. And all I could think about was screwing his wife into the bed and making her cry my name.
Sweat tickled the back of my neck. I could blame it on the fire raging above or on Osiris’s power, but it was neither. This was all me. When my magic rose, summoned by the play of the two most gloriously ancient beings ever to walk both worlds, it was all I could do to hold everything back.
Higher and higher they pushed to the sounds of their ragged panting and the relentless slap of skin on skin until they climaxed together. Osiris’s hand locked into his wife’s hair, and her nails sank into his thigh. I mentally clung to the threads of my own cresting pleasure, the power pushing to be free. I wouldn’t lose control, wouldn’t give Osiris or Isis the satisfaction. They could make me watch, but that was all. They couldn’t make me enjoy it…
Cool, slick sweat rolled down my face.
Isis’s lazy, sex-sodden gaze rode down my length, eliciting a shudder. I thought I’d won, but I hadn’t. Her smile told me so.
Osiris rocked onto his heels, throwing his head back. His entire body shone—not with sweat, but with the glisten of power and life.
Why , I wanted to ask. Why make me watch? What did it matter to him? When would his games end? I wasn’t sure I could endure another five hundred years under his control.
Isis rolled onto her side, dragged her long fingers up her thigh, collecting the wetness, and then brought it to her lips and licked. I swallowed hard and wished I hadn’t when her eyes brightened.
“I have your tablet.” My voice came out much clearer than I’d expected. At least I sounded like this was all in a day’s work.
“Send the cat in.” Isis propped her head on her hand and looked me in the eye. “I want to play.”
“Go get her yourself,” I snarled. If Cat was foolish enough to still be here, she’d have to manage Isis on her own.
Osiris climbed from the bed and beckoned, “Come.”
“I believe he already did.” Isis’s smile ticked, but she stayed sprawled on the bed, looking like an all-you-can-eat goddess buffet. With this high racing through my veins, if she moved from the bed and came anywhere near me, I’d probably do something suicidal and get myself strung up. As long as she stayed right where she was, I was safe.
“Did you enjoy watching, Monster ?”
“People are dying above us, and you’re fucking each other’s brains out. No, I didn’t enjoy it.”
Her smile crawled higher, and her jewel-like eyes widened. “Liar.”
Osiris gathered a plain cotton gown from the back of a chair and threw it over his shoulders, apparently oblivious to Isis’s game.
“Husband, are you going to allow the Soul Eater to speak to me in that manner?” Isis’s sweet-as-honey voice, the same voice that had begged me for more in my dreams, rose.
My
“Stay.” Osiris slowly turned his head. “Watch.”
The command fell over me, heavy like wooden stocks locking me down.
Isis’s laugh coiled around my body and thoughts. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t close my eyes longer than a blink, couldn’t move. I could, however, grit my teeth and consider all the places I’d like to stab Alysdair into them. The sword was snug against my back. So close…yet it might as well have been a cardboard cutout for all the good it did me here.
Osiris flipped Isis over, spread her legs, and drove himself inside her. His wife groaned and shifted her ass. I gave up fighting the warring urges and accepted I was stuck here. The worst of it was that part of me wanted to be here. That part wanted to be right where Osiris was, pounding into Isis, and Isis’s side-eyed glare told me she knew it. Monster , she’d called me before, but I couldn’t recall when. And I heard it again as my own need grew hot and hard.
Osiris began speaking the old language, smoother than most, uttering words of union, of life, of celebration and love. And all I could think about was screwing his wife into the bed and making her cry my name.
Sweat tickled the back of my neck. I could blame it on the fire raging above or on Osiris’s power, but it was neither. This was all me. When my magic rose, summoned by the play of the two most gloriously ancient beings ever to walk both worlds, it was all I could do to hold everything back.
Higher and higher they pushed to the sounds of their ragged panting and the relentless slap of skin on skin until they climaxed together. Osiris’s hand locked into his wife’s hair, and her nails sank into his thigh. I mentally clung to the threads of my own cresting pleasure, the power pushing to be free. I wouldn’t lose control, wouldn’t give Osiris or Isis the satisfaction. They could make me watch, but that was all. They couldn’t make me enjoy it…
Cool, slick sweat rolled down my face.
Isis’s lazy, sex-sodden gaze rode down my length, eliciting a shudder. I thought I’d won, but I hadn’t. Her smile told me so.
Osiris rocked onto his heels, throwing his head back. His entire body shone—not with sweat, but with the glisten of power and life.
Why , I wanted to ask. Why make me watch? What did it matter to him? When would his games end? I wasn’t sure I could endure another five hundred years under his control.
Isis rolled onto her side, dragged her long fingers up her thigh, collecting the wetness, and then brought it to her lips and licked. I swallowed hard and wished I hadn’t when her eyes brightened.
“I have your tablet.” My voice came out much clearer than I’d expected. At least I sounded like this was all in a day’s work.
“Send the cat in.” Isis propped her head on her hand and looked me in the eye. “I want to play.”
“Go get her yourself,” I snarled. If Cat was foolish enough to still be here, she’d have to manage Isis on her own.
Osiris climbed from the bed and beckoned, “Come.”
“I believe he already did.” Isis’s smile ticked, but she stayed sprawled on the bed, looking like an all-you-can-eat goddess buffet. With this high racing through my veins, if she moved from the bed and came anywhere near me, I’d probably do something suicidal and get myself strung up. As long as she stayed right where she was, I was safe.
“Did you enjoy watching, Monster ?”
“People are dying above us, and you’re fucking each other’s brains out. No, I didn’t enjoy it.”
Her smile crawled higher, and her jewel-like eyes widened. “Liar.”
Osiris gathered a plain cotton gown from the back of a chair and threw it over his shoulders, apparently oblivious to Isis’s game.
“Husband, are you going to allow the Soul Eater to speak to me in that manner?” Isis’s sweet-as-honey voice, the same voice that had begged me for more in my dreams, rose.
My
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