Page 190 of Fallen Stars
She hissed through her teeth, eyes squeezing shut as her climax found her. Enzo could feel her squeezing him, the insistent throb so acute that he had to stop every bone in his body from taking over and pounding into her. Instead, he breathed through it as his own orgasm took hold, his head tipping back, eyes closing as it finally found him, Elara tight around him as he pumped into her.
They were both breathing heavily, Elara’s cheeks flushed and eyes blown. She looked so beautiful, completely undone by him, and he pressed a chaste kiss to the moon scar at the base of her throat.
Elara looked around, Enzo following. “When did they all go?” she chuckled.
Enzo began laughing too. “Gods know. I was far too preoccupied with other things.” He thrust into her again gently, earning a soft gasp from her. She nuzzled into his neck, and Enzo savoured the moment, just the two of them on the last days of this ship, his soulmate in his arms.
Eli’s head appeared around the corner as he leaned out of the cabin, clearing his throat.
“If you’re done fucking,” the god said, “we’re all waiting for you both in the library.”
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Three days aboard the shiphad passed, and the capital of Bacchus sprawled before Elara, the sky a deep purple, the colour of crushed grapes. Late afternoon was giving way to twilight, and she looked to the empty streets below, eerily quiet—only the sound of the gold and burgundy leaves rasping across them.
They’d made their way through Altalune smoothly, Adrian spitting curses at every given opportunity to the waters that Cancia hailed from. But for the most part, they’d made it through alive. A small in-between lay within a cove, half-way through the water kingdom, and their ship wasn’t the only one that had been lined up to pass through. It seemed many were expectant for All Hallow’s Eve in Kaos.
And with a god of the mind on their side, hustling their way into Sagitton’s realm had been easy, Eli throwing a simple suggestion here and there that none of the group were fugitives being hunted by the whole continent. He had left them all the moment the ship had docked–being a Star he had to keep up appearances after all—and he’d gone in advance to Kaos to meet Sagitton and once more put on the act of depraved, moral-less god. But the group was well-versed on the plan after the last three days doing nothing but go over every eventuality that may fall on them when they entered the wild kingdom. All the group had to do was find Eli once more and then locate the witch.
Elara took the city in, the amethyst stone columns that framed the streets below them, fountains trickling, streets wide and paved. It was…beautiful. Rich in deep colour, plum and burgundy trees stretching towards each other across the cobbles. It was absolutely the last thing she was expecting from the kingdom of revelry.
“Anyone else seeing a beautiful, deserted city?” Leo muttered
“Yes,” everyone chimed.
“Okay, good, so not just me.”
Merissa was glamouring Adrian, painting his face and tweaking his Hallow’s mask. Glitter dusted his cheekbones, and he was bare-chested, iridescent trousers gracing his lower half.
“Do I look like a naiad yet?” he grinned as Merissa finished her touches. Elara was impressed, the costume was beautiful.
All Hallow’s Eve was an opportunity to dress up, making it the perfect disguise to enter Kaos and not draw the attention of Sagitton or any other Star that may be in attendance as they searched for the witch.
“Whatisthis?” Adrian asked as Merissa glamoured his tattoo, erasing it on his chest as the others waited. “Kaos is known for its parties, its…chaos, for lack of a better word. Think of all the ships queued up to enter. Where have the guests all disappeared to?”
Isra squinted, her costume even more fantastical than Adrian’s. Merissa had glamoured her hair white and dressed Isra to look like an ice spirit. She looked ethereal.
Isra had helped, growing frost and icicles over her dress until Elara had to take a double glance.
Isra held up a finger before crooking it to Enzo. Merissa motioned him to wait a moment as she produced a small hat from the huge bag she’d carried with her off the ship and pushed it onto his head. Her tongue stuck out in concentration as she waved her hands, and the hat transformed into the pelt of a lion, its maw stretching out over Enzo’s head and its paws falling over his shoulders.
His entire body was painted golden, his torso also bare, causing much eye-rolling from Elara.
“You still haven’t quite mastered the art of subtlety,” Elara drawled as he winked, kissing her on the cheek before pacing over to Isra, two golden wings at his back rustling.
“Notice how there isn’t even a birdcall?” Isra called behind her as Merissa went back to finishing up Adrian. Enzo followed Isra as Elara sat patiently for her turn.
She noticed Merissa’s hands tremble a little as Leo approached, nudging Adrian out of the way as he removed his shirt and stepped into her space. Merissa placed her hands over his eyes as silver paint began to drip from them, creating a stripe over Leo’s eyes and seeping down to form tears. She turned him around, Leo complying with a grin, and pressed a hand to his shoulder blades, where silver wings began to grow.
“An angel,” Leo proclaimed. “Since I’m the only one in the group.”
Elara scoffed. “If you’re an angel then gods help us all.”
Leo winked as Merissa finished up his costume before gesturing to Elara.
“So, decided what you’re going as?”
Elara gave a small smile. “A night wraith, of course.”