Page 105 of Psycho Gods
He tipped his head back forward and licked frost off the pipes like he was savoring my taste.
Students and soldiers moved around us in a mass of flailing limbs. The shadowy darkness of the room wrapped around.
We were blanketed in darkness.
Desire flamed between us.
Courage burned my sternum, and with the room warped in slow motion, I fell to my knees.
Before.
Luka.
His eyes were chips of obsidian, and he tracked my every movement like he was obsessed with me.
He always watched and touched me like he couldn’t get enough. When I was around the twins, I felt cared for.
With Luka, I felt cherished. Special.
He sucked on my pipes, the vapor from drugs curling around him as his fingers tangled in my hair and he looked down at me ardently.
My knees dug into the hard floor.
His pupils were blown wide, swallowing his irises, and he radiated strength. I was powerless before him.
A worshipper on the steps of the sun god’s chapel.
Luka didn’t tell me to stop; instead, he slowly unzipped his cargo pants and widened his stance with smoke above his head like a crown.
Colors swirled in my peripheral vision as demon brew pulsed through me.
My head spun with giddiness.
Drugs in my blood, lust in my veins.
I laughed as someone bumped into me from behind. The crush of bodies swarmed around us, and we were swallowed by the dancing mess.
Everything was surreal.
I still couldn’t feel my face.
Not an ounce of pain streaked across my back because I was floating; I’d entered into a higher plane of existence.
I was incorporeal.
The haze wrapped around me in shades of seductive black.
Luka pulled himself free from his pants and rubbed himself leisurely against my mouth, cold metal and velvet heat.
I stared up with wide eyes up as he stroked his pierced dick across my lips. He groaned deeply.
Obsidian eyes were hooded and his muscles tensed.
He was seconds away from losing control.
A sense of power rushed over me, and I slowly opened my mouth, leaned forward, and took him in.
Cold metal on my tongue.