Helfyre (Agía Sahnta #1)

by Mariel Pomeroy

“You hold power but choose to discard it, simply because it’s easier to play the victim.”

“Playing the victim in my realm will get you eaten alive, and I’ll fucking enjoy it.”

“Ari—hel, I’m so close,” she cried, riding his hand harder, her movements becoming quick. The way she said his name, gave him a nickname, blinded him. He almost let her come right then and there.

“You’re not really fully dressed without a weapon, at least not here.” “He told you to give me a dagger?” “He did.”

“Keep that chin high. Don’t let those wolves intimidate you.”

Lions aren’t afraid of wolves.

He fucked up on that balcony . . . he’d edged her but fuck, he was just as worked up as she was, and hadn’t let himself find relief before heading into Aljira.

The blood of the covenant you chose over the water of the womb you were born from.

“Careful biting your lip like that, little goddess. I’m scraping by on restraint right now.”

“Open your mouth.”

“We’ll have to work on that range, won’t we?”

“Why are you bringing me here? What does tonight mean?”

“Because you’re staying here, and everyone needs to know who you belong to.”

“It puts a claim on you . . . that safety you were begging for ...

“Your soul buys you entrance here. Safety comes with a show of power. Tonight, you’ll act your part.” “And what part is that?”

“Mine.”

“No one touches what...

“I’m not ...

“Mind, body, and sou...

“The knife looks good on you,”

“Keep it with you, always. Use it on anyone who dares to put their hands on you. Use it on me if you feel unsafe.”

“Show me that helfyre tonight, little goddess. But more importantly, show them,” he said.

“You look mesmerizing.” Her reflection smiled, but she didn’t feel it on her lips. “But please do remember that while you’re here, no one else touches you.”

“I don’t want to hurt any of my own, but I will, and their blood will be on your hands.”

If she truly was his toy, his pet, his thing, she should have felt lesser. But when she looked up at him and those eyes burned, watching her and only her, she felt seen and fucking powerful instead.

“To know why it feels like you’re running your Gods damned hands between my legs when you touch my soul.” “Because some part of you wants me to.”

“I didn’t want that when you did it the first time, right after you took my soul . . . and it still felt that way.”

“Didn’t? But you do now?”

“Fuck,” he rasped, his nostrils flaring as he repeated the motion. “Did you finish yourself off today?”

“N-No.”

“Good girl,”

“Next time I’ll watch you fuck yourself, over and over again, until you’re so tender that it hurts.”

“I want to see you flush like that all over, I want to see you in pain, Aheia, and then I want to fuck you until you can’t speak—until your legs give out and you’re fucking raw, until you shatter so completely you’re not sure you can pick up the pieces without my help.”

“Gods,” she ...

“And so fucking h...

“If you take their names into your mouth again while it’s me between your thighs, I’ll fill every one of your holes with shadows until you can’t breathe, let alone speak.”

“I can fucking taste him, Aheia.”

“Fix it,”

“Replace him.”

“I don’t reward messy ...

“These lips are mine.”

“But that pleasure is reserved for me.”

“Let’s see how much bending you can take.”

“If you come before he chokes, he can live,”

“You can’t have me,”

“But you are mine.”

“How you’ll appear with me is another story . . .”

“Will you be bound and gagged at my feet, or will you be standing strong at my side?”

“You’re in luck. I don’t tend to tie up females unless th...

“Kal, my Gods,” she said, her voice close to a squeal as she ran across the room, jumped and wrapped her arms around the Dioscuri’s neck. Arioch dug his hands into his pockets, locking down the urge to send his shadows after her.