Chapter 46

46

MINA

We reappeared someplace else together in a claustrophobically small cave, and I had a feeling we weren't on Earth.

"Is this...hell?" I'd been meaning to ask Sylas ever since I'd seen where he had Nolan holed up, but hadn't gotten the chance.

"Of course not," Sylas answered easily, still holding my hand in his own and leading me down a small path between two walls of stone. He cast up a light up with his free hand—it made crazy shadows bounce from rock to rock. "Hell depends on who you're with. And as you are here with me right now, it cannot be."

"That might be the sweetest thing anyone's ever told me."

"Humanity has a lot to answer for, then," he said, pulling me into a much bigger chamber at last, which had a large open mouth to a sky that was lit up by a moon I recognized.

"Where are we?" I whispered.

"Threadstone Mountains. This cave doesn't have any other entrances or exits, however, so regrouping here seemed apt." Sylas walked us both up to the edge of the cave, where the stone met sheer air. "I do not think they are in control of their magic enough to follow, but just in case, I did not want to make things easy on them."

I kept hold of his hand, but hung back. "This may be a bad time to mention it, but I'm afraid of heights."

Sylas chuckled at that. "Afraid of heights, but not afraid of me?"

"That's different and you know it," I said with a smile.

"I cannot claim to understand your affection, but I will admit to its allure."

"I'm not hell and I'm alluring. I'm scoring so many points right now," I said as I carefully walked as close to the cave opening's edge as I dared. We were thousands of feet up, with only jungle below.

"If this is a game, I want to know all the rules immediately, so I can win."

I stepped back from the edge and closer to him. "Trust me, you already have."

His black eyes scanned over me, the moonlight shining off of them. "Mina," he began, his voice heavy, and I put a finger up to his lips to stop him.

"Let me guess—you're going to say something incredibly sweet, that's also incredibly sad—so let's just skip to the end?"

"What's that?"

"Fucking each other's brains out while I'm still breathing."

He became darker than the night outside. "Yes," he agreed, then bowed down quickly. I kicked off my boots, then his claws were at my hips and I helped him pull my jeans off right before he started to shred them .

"Hey, Mister Smoke! I left most of my clothes behind!" I warned with a laugh, as I hopped my underwear down and kicked them off. "Wait—wait—wait." He lurched to a stop, and rose, to hover ominously—but I felt entirely safe. "Are you still hungry?" I asked, looking between him and the night outside.

"Always."

"And—you can fly, right? And you swear to fucking God that you won't drop me?"

"Yes," he said, and his vehemence echoed in the cave from all around.

"Okay, then," I said, taking a step back. I heard rocks behind me tumble and fall and my heart sped up. "Then I give you permission to scare me."

"My queen," Sylas purred—then unhinged his mouth and came for me.

I was too busy gasping at the fact that his ever-widening jaw made it look like he was going to eat me alive to realize that I'd backed away from him—onto nothingness itself. Then I looked around, at the jungle far below me, and the empty sky above, and screamed. Sylas made a sound of pure satisfaction and grabbed hold of me, yanking my legs up by their ankles and hoisting me up to feast.

I kept screaming as I felt row upon row of his sharp teeth encircle the space above my pussy, pushing into my belly at the front and my ass at the back—and then I felt his tongue and started screaming for a different reason. I shoved my falling shirt out of my face, which only made things worse, because then I could see around me.

"Oh, god!" I squealed, twisting in the open air, not sure if I was fighting with him or trying to fuck him back. "Don't fucking drop me!" I panted .

"I would never, my queen," he said somehow, from right beside my ear. More and more tendrils of smoke flew out of the cave to envelope me, and pieces of him that looked like paddles with mouths instead of suckers wrapped me at my waist and thighs. Inside his mouth one of his tongues was busy probing me, while what felt like a forked tongue worked my clit.

I screamed and ran my hands through my hair—which meant my shirt started covering my face again—and I didn't know what was better, seeing or not seeing what was happening to me. I swatted it back, as he growled. "All of you tastes so good." Another paddle appeared, this time full of blinking black eyes, surveying my entire trapped body. "I like to see what I eat."

"Yeah?" I asked, stripping my shirt off at last—I made a half-hearted effort to throw it into the cave behind me, and watched it flutter off in the wind. I couldn't afford to lose a bra on this expedition, so I shoved mine up, exposing my breasts to him. "Fucking come and get it!" I said, holding both of my tits up.

More mouth-filled paddles came for me at once, settling over each breast. I groaned—and then his tongue inside me thrust, and he dropped me a few inches at the same time. I shrieked in terror, clenched, and then howled as he pulled me back up to do it again. It was like being on a perverted after-dark carnival ride, and I was wrapped up in everything about the moment—my fear, him, the night air where he wasn't touching me, his mouths pushing me closer and closer to the brink—and then the tongue inside me blossomed into a forest of tongues, stretching me and taking up all my space.

"Oh my god!" I howled, reaching up. He'd surrounded the entire area between my legs, a creature of eyes and mouths and teeth, and it didn't matter that he was terrifying—I was going to fucking come. "Sylas!" I cried out. "Sy—" I began, and fell into a shriek as he dropped me, fast enough to make me feel his tongue pull at my entrance, as I started thrashing hard, feeling myself pulse around him. "Oh fuck—fuck." I hissed and twisted in his grasp and I both heard and felt all of him purring. "I'm still—" I complained, looking up at him with a tense expression as I groaned, arcing my hips against him. "God!" I gasped, going completely flaccid and feeling completely wrung out.

He waited until I was finished, and then extricated himself from me, giving my pussy a last wicked slurp as he carefully pulled me back into the cave.

"I like filling you," he said from all around me, turning me right-side up again and setting me down.

I was all sorts of discombobulated, and would've stumbled if a wall of his fog wasn't nearby weren't there to hold me up.

"I like that too," I breathed.

"I wish to enter you, Mina," he said, from deeper in the cave.

"Get with the times, Mister Smoke," I said, giving the darkness a grin. "Oral counts."

He stepped forward once I was safe to stand on my own, and contained himself again. "Not like that," he warned.

"Then...how?" I asked, as he raised a clawed hand to put it on my chest, nudging my bra up higher so that he could cup my breast.

"Here."