When I walk back into the room, Darcy’s awake. Gordon sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes on his hands.
"Darcy, I'm so glad you're ok." He admits, his voice sounding unsure of himself.
"Yeah, not quite, son." She answers back. It takes my mind a few seconds to catch up with the scene before me. It's not Darcy sitting in front of Gordon, but our mother.
"Darcy?" He asks, confused. He looks to me standing in the doorway, my brows raised in my hairline. Oh, fuck. The shit is about to hit the fan.
Darcy/my mother springs from the bed, hand raised with a dessert spoon clutched in it. She stabs it into the flesh of Gordon's upper arm, the rounded edge digging deep. He jumps back, clearly shocked, he just looks at her. Then at me, and back again. Lost for words he backs away from her, towards the door. Before he leaves, he turns to me.
"I never meant...I didn't," he rushes out, leaving Darcy/my mother crouched in the middle of the room, spoon raised. Oy vey, what a shit show. Seconds later, a group of ten Elite barge their way into the front room, sharp looking tridents raised, ready to attack. I immediately explode the first two's hearts. Blood splatters my face as I grab the weapon from the bed and stab the middle point through another's huge eye.
Behind me, Darcy/my mother jumps over the bed and punches one in the face while the heel of her foot hits another's knee, the bone snaps audibly.
"Stop!" Gordon rushes into the room and grabs the biggest one by the neck, lifting it clear off the floor with one hand.
"Why is he helping?" Amphitrite turns to ask but finds herself knocked over by a Selkie as he attempts to reach me. I swing the trident in my hand at its head, I miss, and the force of the swing has me teetering on one foot. Another, much larger creature throws itself at me. I throw up a hand, it stops mid-air. Oh, shit. That's so freaking cool! A snap rents the air and suddenly, everything freezes. Except me.
"Well, well, well, you have been practicing, daughter." Poseidon walks into the living space, his guards move out of the way, their heads bowed as he stops in the middle of them. The golden trident in his hand catches the light on the longest tip. Catching my eye. "Did I not instruct you to bring her peacefully?" he asks, his grey eyes on mine. I lift the corner of my lip when he winks at me. Like we're friends or some such bullshit.
"Master, she attacked us first," one of them mutters. Before I can blink, his head hits the floor, rolling towards me. I look down and stare into dead eyes. A grimace permanently etched on its face. Yuck. A thunk draws my attention to Gordon. He drops the dead Elite to stand at his father's side.
Poseidon turns slightly, his eyes flick from mine, to Gordon's, then back again.
"I see you two are getting to know each other well." He sneers, "good. Good." he shifts from one foot to the other, his toga stretching across his stomach. Vomit.
"What do you want, Poseidon?" I edge. Darcy/my mother slowly backs away from him until she stumbles over a dead body. Poseidon spins his gaze on her, a slow smile spreads across his face. "Ah, dear Amphitrite, how lovely to see you again." Gordon's inhale of breath makes Poseidon smile impossibly wide.
Gordon
Confusion rolls through me. Father called Darcy by my wretched mother's name. Father smiles like he has already won the war he has waged against all other kind. My body feels oddly warm, the room spins and I almost falter in my step but I take my place by his side regardless. I look into the eyes of the woman who has changed me forever. I may tell myself I don’t care and she means less than nothing to me. But it's all a lie. With every second I spend with her, I feel connected more to her. But why does she feel like a stranger to me in this moment?
Chapter Twenty-Four
GARROT
Day 78
I search the house for Everly, but I can't find her. My mind stutters. Shaking my head, I try to clear away the confusion there. Memories fragmented and jumbled up speed through my mind. It feels like a thousand bees are inside my skull. I barely remember Mickey lifting the curse, I don't really remember what’s happened since. All I know is I gotta find my girl. I need to see her. Touch her. It feels like a lifetime has passed since I last held her in my arms. I love her, more than I ever thought possible, more than I know what to do with. When I walk into our bedroom to find the bed empty, memories flood back. Memories which bring an ache in my chest.
Sunlight streams through the curtains and bathes Everly's body in a soft, orange glow. She's completely naked, her face relaxed, a small smile pulls at the corner of her lips. Her ample chest rises and falls as I lay next to her, my head resting on my bicep near her middle.
"Have you thought about any names yet?" I reach out and graze the tips of my fingers across her rounded stomach. Every inch of her is beautiful, not a bone poking out in sight. I love her full figure. Although her arse is my favourite part, there isn't anything I'd change about the rest of her.
"No, I never even thought about kids." Everly admits as she stares out of the window across the room. Leyland, Karl and Victor are checking the perimeter, making sure all is as it should be. This is a rare moment of quiet, and I'm glad I'm sharing it with her.
"If it’s a boy, Garrot is a real strong name." I joke as I tickle her ribs. Her legs curl up and she turns away from me. Her arse is in my face and I lean forward to bite it gently.
"Ouch! You heathen!" she mock tells me off while spinning around so she’s above me. Her legs are on either side of my body.
"Maybe, but you wouldn't have me any other way." I sit up and wrap my arms around her, kissing her neck. Her hair falls back as she tilts her head back. The tips brush against my hard dick.
"Never." She moans as I lick my way up her neck. A small shift allows my cock to slide into her, the moan she lets out makes my balls tighten.
"When I was poisoned and thought I was dying, I had a vision of us all." I confess and she stops moving to take my face between her hands. "You had a baby by each of us, although, Victor was not there."
"Is that so? That's a lot of babies, Garrot." She smiles as she kisses me softly.
"It was perfect, though. We were happy. Beyond happy. I want that. All of it." My cheeks heat, it still feels odd to share my hopes and dreams with someone. Especially since they all centre around her.
"It sounds like heaven." She wraps her arms around my neck, and I look up at her in awe.
"I love you, Everly," I confess.
"I love you, Garrot. Always."
My mind clears and the vision fades away, leaving me feeling lonelier than before. I miss her, so damn much it's like a vice around my heart. If we get her back, when we get her back, I swear I'll tell her every day what she means to me. I'll never again hide what I feel. No more holding back. I'm hers til the end of time. That fucker Poseidon will pay for what he's done to my family. He will wish he never set eyes on Amphitrite, I'll make sure of it.
Everly
Day 13 in Atlantis
"How long have you known?" My mother asks, her voice coming out sure. She isn't frightened of the monster before us. That makes one of us.
"Oh, at least a week. You see, when shy, submissive Darcy here no longer cried out in pain when I punished her, the moment she started to fight back when I took her against her will, I knew something was wrong," he answers.
My blood boils. "You disgusting piece of shit, I'll kill you!" I scream and bolt towards him only to have Gordon catch me around my chest, his arms under my arms. "Get off me, mother fucker!" All I see is red, my hatred and anger cloud my vision.
"Your baby." Gordon whispers into my ear. The fight leaves me like water through a plug. Shit!
"Wait until I've had this baby, you will pay for every single thing you’ve done." I swear.
He laughs, his head thrown back as guffaws belch from his mouth. "Really? You think to best me, little one? Tut," he has the balls to look surprised by my anger. "You should treat your host better. Gordon, kill her," he jabs a pointed nail towards Darcy/my mother. "then bring your sister. It's time."
I wiggle as Gordon stiffens behind me. Scared he feels nothing for Darcy or me and he will kill her for the fact our mother is inside her.
"Mum, run!" I yell as Selkie hands grip me from all directions. Gordon lets me go, sharp nails drag across my skin, as soon as my feet touch the floor, I spin, putting my back to Poseidon and lift my foot. I horse kick him in the dick, his sharp intake of breath and moan of pain tells me I hit my target. I turn just in time to see him drop like a sack of shit. My blood drips to the floor, forming pools of blue. An Elite throws itself at me, only for Darcy/my mother to whip her arm out, clotheslining the fucker. He spins in the air, landing with a crunch at my feet. I reach out with my power and snap its neck.
"Everly!" Gordon yells, drawing my attention to Poseidon who stands holding Darcy/my mother's head between his meaty fingers, ready to break their neck with a flick of his wrist.
"Vile, humans have so many feelings. They get in the way of what must be done! Your mother was a fool to allow you to grow up amongst the scourge. You could have been glorious, daughter. Instead I was lumbered with this waste of space." Poseidon grumbles, his face a mask of hatred. My eyes flick to Gordon. His eyes never leave Darcy as his father yanks her head further to the side. I hold my breath.
"Father, the woman you hold is my consort." Gordon confesses. Surprising the hell out of me.
The room is silent for long minutes as Selkie drag their fallen from the room, replacing them with live ones. Gordon stares his father down, neither blinking. Darcy's eyes close tight. When they reopen, I can tell my mother has left. She looks up to Gordon, her eyes wide and her cheeks a deep pink.
"Please," Gordon implores Poseidon. "Release her."
"Or what, son, will you try to kill me?" He asks, his lip curled up in a sneer, "She is but a slave. A slip of a woman. She’s nothing, Gordon. Now, kill her, before I have to take matters into my own hands."
"See," I whisper, "he’s evil and will kill us all to get what he wants." I say louder, my eyes locked with Poseidon. Gordon turns his dark eyes on me as I speak. Suddenly, the floor begins to rumble beneath our feet.
VICTOR
Day 78
"I know what we need to do." Karl rushes into the room where Garrot and I sit on the couch. When the door slams open, we both jump from our seats ready for a fight. We let out a breath in unison when we realize it is Karl.
"Jeebus H on a bicycle, Karl, I nearly shit myself." Garrot half laughs, half serious. Before Karl burst in, we shared long moments of quietness. A stillness we have not felt in a long time. It felt good, relaxing, but we both didn't expect it to last. Given the last few months.
"Sorry," he scratched his head, embarrassed, "I know how to get Everly back." His simple words make my heart race in my chest. Her name hangs in the air like a storm above our heads. The urgency we feel hangs among us . We all feel guilty for how long it’s taken us to rescue her, given we are her consorts, she shouldn't have been alone for so long. Unprotected. Pregnant.
While we now know a curse had been laid upon us, the fact doesn't ease our self-judgement. We should have seen it sooner. We ought to have known something was wrong. While our minds were clouded, our hearts were not. Our love for Everly, for the child growing within her, should have been enough to guide us through the fog laying like a blanket over our thoughts. Like a light in the dark, our love should have guided our way out. Perhaps it would have, if we were not so injured as we were.
Now, her light shines brighter, it’s my hope we can find our way back to her.
"Yeah, how? I mean," Garrot scuffs his foot across the floor covering and hangs his head, "I have no ideas."
"I do." Karl grips Garrot’s upper arm tightly as all eyes turn to him.
Garrot
Day 78
It seems so obvious now. Karl explained what needs to be done, but now we need to make a clear plan, we get one shot at this. We can't fail.
"It makes sense." Victor announces, sounding as shocked as I feel.
"It should have been obvious to us, I guess the curse was worse than we realised." I admit.
"Won't work." Leyland scoffs behind us.
"Why not?" Victor asks while pouring a glass of water.
"He's not strong enough. It'll kill him. Not that I'm bothered," he shrugs his shoulders. He seems different since the curse was lifted. Not his usual self, but not the full-on evil he was just a few days ago. Victor holds the glass under Leyland's lips, waiting for him to accept the drink. Leyland`s eyes meet mine over the rim. His are so haunted, I have to look away. Something sits on all of our chests, weighing us down.
If Poseidon has killed Everly, none of us will survive it.
Leyland
Day 79
Garrot helps me dress for bed, he insists on doing this every night. Apparently, the old me would never sleep fully clothed. As he pulls off my t-shirt, he notices the bruises on my wrists from my shackles. Leaving me sitting on the edge of the bed, he disappears into the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later with a small first aid kit. It's covered in a layer of dust.
"I'm sorry, Le. I wish you didn't have to wear these." He bends and begins to dress the wounds. Pushing down the cuffs, he applies ointment and then wraps a thick bandage around my wrists. "I should have seen how much you were struggling with Everly being gone. I could have prevented this from happening. But I was selfish." his green eyes hold mine for long moments.
He kneels between my legs and looks up at me.
"Le," he begins but I cut him off.
"Don't." My voice comes out rough, hoarse. "I'm not the guy you knew."
"He's in there, I feel it."
"He isn't, trust me." He shocks me when he lifts up and plants his lips to mine. His hand cups the back of my head, the other rests on my shaking knee. For what feels like a long time, I don't kiss him back. But then something shifts inside me, as my dick grows hard in my boxers, I kiss him back. I haven't been able to get hard since my soul left me. Now, a hard as steel erection presses against his stomach.
Desire pools in my stomach. Rolls through me. Almost tangible. He follows me as I lay back on the bed. My cuffed hands around his neck. He grabs my waist and lifts me onto the pillows. Our lips never break contact. I only have my underwear on, but he’s in a pair of shorts. His skin against mine feels like a hot brand. The energy between us is undeniable. He shifts so his hard cock presses against mine, a moan escapes us both. Reaching down, he pushes his shorts off, flicking them across the room with his foot. The next thing I know, the cuffs fall from my wrists. Now my hands are free, I pull my boxers off. Naked, we explore each other's body with our hands. I grab his round arse and pull him against me. His bell end slides up my length. He breaks the kiss and pulls back slightly.
"Le, I," he pauses, lost for words as I move under him, sliding against him. I twist until his dick is in front of my face, and mine is in front of his. When I take him in my mouth, he lets out a shuddering groan. I can already taste precum on my tongue as I flick his tip with it. "Stop," he moans as I take him to the back of my throat. Over and over I suck him down then let him go with a pop. His moans and gasps make me flex my hips. The tip of me bumps his soft lips. I push up harder, forcing myself into his mouth. He pushes me away and gets off the bed. Leaving me bare to the cold. I sit up.
"This isn't right, Le. Everly is trapped in Atlantis with an evil bastard. We can't do this. It's wrong." He complains while his whole-body shakes.
"You might want to tell your body, Garrot." I look down at his cock where it bounces against his abs.
"Leyland," he crosses the space between us and kneels next to me and takes my face in his hands. "Come back to us, we need you. Everly needs you. Your baby needs you." He says vehemently. His bright blue light pours from his hands and wraps around my head. Looking for a trace of the man I used to be. "I love you, Le, please come back to me."
My fist hits his face before I know what I’m doing. He holds his hand over his nose while the other he holds out to
me.
"Fuck you, Garrot. This is who I am now, if you can't accept that," I jump off the bed and grab a pair of bottoms from a drawer. "Then you're not worth it. I can't," my mind is a mess as I stab my legs into the joggers, "I need to get out of here." I turn and reach for the door. His arms wrap around my waist and holds me close to him.
"I'll love you, no matter what, for the rest of my life." His breath fans across my bare back, reminding me I forgot to put on a shirt. His hand slips into my pants and wraps around my still hard dick. He strokes it once, twice, "Remember who you are, Le, remember us. Remember me." He rubs the tip of my cock as he speaks. Resting my hands against the door, I push my arse against his crotch. The feel of him against me makes my balls pull up.
Behind me, I hear a drawer opening as Garrot's hand leaves my dick. My pants are pulled down and he lays soft kisses over my cheeks. Then, cold, wet lube is spread over my hole.
"Oh, shit." Slips out as Garrot dips a finger inside me, stretching me. I bend further, giving him better access. He trails kisses up my neck as I step out of my pants. He rubs his tip over my hole, drawing moans from me. "Yes," I give him the permission he no longer needs. Hasn't needed in years.
"Leyland," he moans my name as he slowly pushes into me. Inch, by glorious inch, he impales me. One hand digs into my hip while the other plays with my cock. Once he's all the way inside me, he stills. He slips out and spins me so fast, my head spins. Our lips crash together as he picks me up and throws me onto the bed. He's on me before I can even blink. He lifts my legs and works his way back into me. His eyes on mine the whole time. I grip his shoulders as he fucks me. Hard and fast. Kissing me like I'm the air he needs. Sitting up, he reaches between us and pumps my dick. Matching the pace with which he fucks my arse. Over and over he slides into me, his balls bang against me. Tingles travel down my spine. Clear precum drips from my tip. Garrot uses it to rub his thumb over me.
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