Eversong (Midnight Playground) by Eden Bradley Read Free Book Online Page A

came first, her cries echoing in the room, her pulsing sex gripping his cock.
    “God, Ever! Yes, harder.”
    Her orgasm drove his own pleasure on, higher, higher. Deo was fucking him so hard, so deep, his cock pounding into him, if Ever had been mortal he would have been torn apart.
    “Harder, Deo,” he urged, needing the pain. Needing to feel as deeply as possible. “Harder!”
    Deo thrust, hammering into him. He felt the pull of Deo’s mouth as he drank his blood. And as they came together, sensation hot and liquid, drowning him, making his body limp in Deo’s strong, young arms, his mind was once more filled with images.
    He caught the scents of old stone, damp pavement, the morning sunlight beginning to dry the rain from the night before. This time it was Deo as a boy, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, and a tall man who looked very much like him holding on to his shoulder tightly as they made their way down a narrow alley. They reached a wooden door, and a woman with Deo’s blue-green eyes and soft, lovely features opened it. On her hip was a small boy who looked like Deo. The same dark curls, the same stunning eyes.
    “I thought you wouldn’t make it,” the woman said, worry lacing her voice.
    “We have to go now,” the man’s tone was tight. “We may be too late already.”
    The woman nodded. “I gathered some of our things.”
    A sudden roar that made them all draw together, the small boy beginning to cry. Ever felt Deo’s heart racing, fear heavy in his chest.
    “There’s no time,” the man said.
    He grabbed the boy from her, took her arm, and together they ran into the streets.
    People everywhere. Smoke that made his lungs burn. His mother pressed close, her hand in his.
    “Deo,” she said urgently, “if anything happens, take your brother far away from here. Keep him safe.”
    “Yes, Màna.”
    “Promise me!”
    “I promise.”
    Deo looked up, saw her eyes glistening with tears.
    “We’ll be fine,” his father said. But Deo heard the doubt in his voice.
    They began to run, the crowd surging, pressing into them. There wasn’t enough air, but he kept running, his mother’s hand in his. Deo could feel her bones beneath her flesh, she held on so tightly.
    They rounded a corner into a wall of fire.
    Another roar, this one so loud he felt it in his belly. The ground shook. His mother’s hand slipped from his.
    “Màna!”
    The acrid scent of smoke and flesh. Ash and blood everywhere. Screams filled the air. Desperation.
    He was alone.
    Ever blinked, his heart twisting in his chest.
    He shifted, turned to Deo, kissed his cheek, his mouth. Deo was quiet, letting him do what he wanted.
    Mercy was shivering, her body against Ever’s back, her cheek resting there. He felt her tears on his skin.
    Finally, Deo spoke. “I didn’t mean for you to see that. Either of you.”
    “No. But that is how it works sometimes,” Ever said, still shaken by the depth of emotion he felt. In Deo. In Mercy. In himself. “There was an intense connection between us. Perhaps because you and Mercy are so bonded.”
    “Maybe,” Mercy said, her voice muffled against his shoulder. “Or maybe it’s you too, Ever. Maybe you’re a necessary element.”
    He couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t had that sort of bond with anyone since Vérún. Perhaps not even then. He’d loved her, but her mind had never been solid.
    A sharp pain thinking of her now, with Deo’s sorrow so fresh.
    How was it he was feeling so much? After the way he’d been these last months. These last years. And he hadn’t ever come upon anyone, mortal or vampire, who touched him the way these two did. There was a purity about them. Even their wantonness in bed was pure, as though they hadn’t been tainted by the world. As though they could wash him clean.
    His heart was thundering in his chest. He didn’t understand it.
    Mercy’s arms enclosed him. Deo’s joined hers. He was held between them, these two sweet bodies. He wanted to leap up. To leave