Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She wanted to be filled with my chaos? So be it. I’d fuck it into her bones until the thread of her life held by Fates would tangle itself around mine.
It almost pained me to withdraw my fingers from inside the warmth of her cunt, but the promise of greater pleasures took precedence. Charlee whimpered at the immediate loss, those damn eyes looking at me like I had just banished every star in the night sky.
In one smooth movement, I pulled her upright and maneuvered her until she straddled me. I wanted to see her pupils drown in pleasure when my cock split her open.
I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The feel of her small body locked in my hold sent a possessive thrill down my spine. She sucked in a sharp breath when my hand gripped the back of her thigh hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin.
While keeping her captive against me, I stood and walked over to the oversized birdcage. Her hands flew up to clutch my shoulders for balance, legs anchoring around my waist.
Instead of taking her back inside her prison, I pressed her back against the cool metal of the exterior bars.
“I’m going to pump you so full of me that you might actually learn what the damage you inflict on the heartbroken feels like.” Surging forward, I captured her mouth with mine, nipping at her bottom lip with an aggressive need to hear those pretty little noises she made.
The kiss was far from gentle. My tongue invaded her mouth like a warrior seeking conquest over every part of her body. Pinning her between the cage and my body, she had no other choice but to surrender to the way my lips dominated hers.
Fuck, she tasted like candy. Not the overly sweet kind, but more like salted caramel. It became my newest addiction, warm toasted sugar and dried tears of a heart that felt too deeply for its own good.
And, damn, if she didn’t submit to me.
Taking advantage of the position we were in, I grabbed the front of her lingerie and tore it down the middle in one brutal yank. Even the most durable of fabrics wouldn’t have stood a chance against my need to see her exposed to me.
The squeak of surprise she made got swallowed down by my mouth, refusing to come up for air yet.
A distant part of me registered how her hands tugged at my shirt at the open collar. It was a frantic attempt to return the favor of exposure.
Breaking the kiss, I refused to pull away fully. I dragged my mouth down over her chin, finding new places to taste.
“Off,” she said through a gasp for air and another pull at my shirt.
I chuckled against the sensitive skin of her throat. “That eager to scream for me?”
Good, because I was eager to hear it.
After toeing off my shoes, I kicked them aside. One snap of my fingers and every article of clothing on my body unraveled at its seams. Threads loosened, scraps of fabric fluttered, and the floor ended up looking like the workspace of a seriously disastrous tailor.
I took it upon myself to do the honors of removing the last remnants of lace that still clung to her body.
My eyes drowned in the sight of her, the body of a goddess that invoked desire powerful enough to make even Boreas run hot.
The bastard would redefine global warming if his icy existence melted.
My hands traced up her sides, and my thumbs skimmed over her breasts, causing her to suck in a trembling breath. I guided her arms up, pressing her hands against one of the cage’s braces just above her head.
“Hold on tight,” I smirked, watching as she obeyed.
Adjusting her legs so they were draped over my arms, I reveled in the sight of her spread wide for me. The fucking sight of her wet cunt caused my cock to twitch in excitement, and another bead of precum dripped over its swollen head.
Charlee’s eyes met mine, her chest heaving with excited breaths. “Show me who you are, Eryx.”
I squeezed her waist in warning for using my name, saying it like she didn’t see the jaded monster but the wrecked soul beneath. Should have corrected her. Didn’t.
Instead, I slammed my dick into her.
Her tight walls wrapped around my length, squeezing me tight. Groaning at the sensation, it stole my breath from my lungs. The sensuous cry she made stole the restraint from my heart, leaving nothing but raw and pulsing hunger.
“Fuck!” The curse came out as a primitive sound, devoid of all but carnal sensations that ripped through every fiber of my body.
Drawing my hips back, I left the swollen tip of my cock notched inside her entrance. Thrusting back into her with even more force, I rattled the bars of the cage.
Each piston of my hips fed a desire that felt ancient, beyond anything I could comprehend. All I knew was that I needed more of it, more of her.
“Ah! Gods, yes!” Her words were saturated in pleasure as I sank into her again and again.
Dipping my head down, I caught one of her bouncing tits in my mouth, teeth clamping down over the pebbled flesh, providing both pleasure with my tongue and pain with my teeth.
One of her hands fell from the brace, fingers threading in my hair. The pull of her grasp made my scalp burn, only driving me yearning for more of her.
From the corner of my eye, our movement reflected in a massive, gilded mirror. There I saw the raw images of ourselves, the god of discord and the goddess of desire, joined together and falling apart at the same time.
A final tug on her nipple before I shifted to the other, I bit into the mound of flesh hard enough I could feel her cunt clench around my dick. When I pulled away, a sense of satisfaction and pride filled my gut at seeing the two crescents of my bite darkening on her body.
“You’re mine now, Heartspite. Look at you, choking my cock with your pussy, all because I marked you with my teeth.”
Still working her pleasure one snap of my hips at a time, I dropped a hand between our bodies. Just above where we were joined, I found her sensitive clit swollen and begging for attention. One circle at a time, I worked her into a frenzy.
It wouldn’t take long before she came based on the erratic fluttering of her walls. Intentionally, I slowed my pace. I wanted to savor this moment while her hips grinded up against mine in a filthy dance of faltering control.
“E-Eryx! Theos! I—I can’t, I’m gonna—”
Oh, I know, Heartspite.
All it took was angling her hips a few degrees while my wicked fingers continued their dirty work. Then, she broke for me.
The screams she made were a total surrender into the state of ecstasy. Between chants of my name, other words came out in the tongue of the gods that I hadn’t heard aloud since before the golden age of our kind.
Refusing to let her come down in a crash landing, I rolled my hips in a lazy rhythm while still stroking her sensitive bundle of nerves.
My fingers trembled against her clit, fighting the urge to chase after my own release.
Not yet, I needed to feel her continue falling apart, shaking around my cock in the aftermath.
As her tremors began to subside, my fraying restraint finally snapped. I needed her more than my chaos needed to ruin stability.
I hauled her away from the cage, her weakened grip on the bracing bar easily slipping away. Charlee slumped forward against me, her face buried against the side of my neck.
“Not done with you yet,” I murmured.
Her only response? A slight cant of her hips to nudge me deeper inside her.
Stepping back, I crashed down onto the bed, still fully sheathed inside her. The mattress cushioned our fall while I avoided crushing her body. No waiting, no hesitation from that point forward.
I grabbed behind her knees and pressed them forward until they hooked over my broad shoulders.
Pinning one of her hands to the mattress, I grabbed her other and placed it low on her abdomen.
Applying pressure on her hand, I bucked into her.
Even from inside her, I could feel the weight pressing down on me, forcing me to bite back a groan.
“You fucking feel that? My cock is ruining you so deep, and your body is taking every godsdamned inch.” I recklessly pounded into her again.
She responded each time with a moan, betraying renewed desire despite her spent state. It was a state of cyclical madness wrapped in sinful desires. The more sounds she made, the harder I drove into her, needing more of it.
Gods, this was better than fucking a whore in the Parthenon.
It didn’t take long before my rhythm faltered, sparks ripping down my spine into the base of me.
“Charlee—FUCK!” I slammed into her, my balls tightly drawn up, nestled against her ass, and the head of my cock pressed up against her cervix. My ropes of thick cum erupted out of me with such intensity that my hips stiffly jerked with every pulse.
The throbbing of my length bordered on painful from oversensitivity as I hovered over my Heartspite, who looked absolutely ravished. Her hair fanned out behind her head in a gorgeous spread of silky waves of pink-kissed strands.
Staring down at her body sprawled out beneath me, eyes only focused on me, something unfamiliar tugged at my soul.
It wasn’t the typical post-fuck sated warmth that makes your limbs feel boneless.
It felt more like a brief respite in a turbulent storm where the skies cleared just enough to feel enough relief to breathe.
With a great deal of effort, I untangled our limbs and pulled out of her. Refusing to break away from the feeling that spread through me right now, I lay down next to her on my back, one hand draped over the inked images across my stomach.
Charlee didn’t hesitate to roll over and tuck herself against my side, her hand resting on top of mine. I curled my free arm around her shoulders, pulling her more securely to me.
Both of us lay there in silence for a period of time, long enough that whatever rainstorm had been raging outside had tapered off.
Unclear if it was the lingering endorphins or lack of blood flow to my brain, a rare moment of jest overcomes me.
“You sure you didn’t try to use your abilities to match yourself with me?” I grinned and pinched her side playfully.
The resulting squeak and squirm further into my embrace makes the joke worthwhile.
Her hand smacked my chest without much force, and there was nothing but smug satisfaction at the reaction I got from her.
“Despite popular belief around here—” She pinned me with a pointed look, leaving no question whose belief she was referring to. “—I don’t go around just matching people on a whim. There’s more that goes into it than that.”
She shifted with what seemed like discomfort, her face falling from the brightness that I had just seen when she came apart beneath me.
Charlee opened her mouth, but the words didn’t come out.
After pressing her lips into a thin line, she finally spoke.
“And for your information, I can’t be matched.
So you’re safe from any eternal state of tangled heartstrings. ”
It was an attempt to brush it off as casual conversation, a shitty job of deflection at best. Catching myself stroking my fingertips over her arm idly, I forced them to still.
“Sounds tragic. How does that even work? Got a heart, don’t you?” I raised a brow at her, feigning casual conversation to cover curiosity getting the better of me as to why she thought she was unsusceptible to her own powers.
A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she suddenly seemed more fascinated with tracing the artwork on my ribs, depicting spears and battle-worn helmets.
“I do. At least, I think I do.” The response came out uncertain, like she didn’t even know herself.
Then, she tilted her head back to look at me, and a playful glint returned to her eyes. “For someone who works as a divorce attorney, you seem awfully concerned about my heart.”
A quiet scoff escaped me. “As they say in my line of work, ‘Marriage is grand, but divorces are a hundred-grand.’” I let that sink in before I added, “Heartbreak is inevitable. See it all the time.”
She propped herself up on her elbow to get a better look at me. “So you capitalize on it,” she stated, unimpressed.
Tucking an arm behind my head, I attempted to look at ease in what was becoming an increasingly charged topic.
“Someone has to. Might as well reap the coin from it,” I replied, shrugging nonchalantly with just one of my shoulders.
Charlee stared at me for a minute, eyes searching for something, but fuck if I knew what.
“I don’t think that’s why you do it at all.” She sounded certain, like she’d unlocked some secret that I hadn’t given her the key to. “I think you do it because you enjoy stirring up the discord.”
I laughed, genuinely amused. “God of discord at your service, sweetheart.”
Determination filled her face, not buying my indifference. Her finger poked my chest with barely enough force to crush an ant.
“Nyx may have embraced discord to create you on her own, but that doesn’t mean that’s all you are or all you have to be. Inflicting chaos on others because you’re too scared to understand your own, too scared to understand how even discord can be beautiful in its own right—”
I bolted upright, the movement stopped her mid-rant, forcing her to sit back.
“Enough!” I snapped at her.
Scared? Chaos didn’t know fear. People feared it.
Still, her words poked at an open wound with alarming accuracy. The message behind it? I wasn’t sure if the pain was from ripping me open further or from trying to cleanse it.
“Please, Eryx, I’m just trying to help you understand. You can be more than this.” Her voice was achingly tender.
Grabbing her arm just above the elbow, I dragged her off the bed with me. I marched her back over to the open cage. The scraps of my clothes on the floor mended themselves together, dressing me as they did so.
After shoving her roughly to where I tried to tell myself she belonged, I slammed the barred door shut with a loud clang. The lock engaged with a loud click.
“We’re done here. Playtime is over, Heartspite,” I coldly declared before turning my back to her. I couldn’t look at her, I couldn’t let her look at me.
To avoid changing my mind, I stormed towards the bedroom door, snapping my fingers halfway. The clothes she had arrived in landed in a heap at her feet.
Stopping at the door, I looked over to my right. Somehow, the gilded mirror mocked me with a reflection of my true self, wrapped in tendrils of nether and shifting facades of chaos I had caused over the years.
It drew me closer, wanting to examine the changing reflections of myself. One particular facade of myself displayed the man who had dragged the goddess of desire into his home for petty revenge.
With a savage roar at what I saw there, my fist crashed into the mirror. The glass shattered alongside every shitty reflection of myself it had shown me.
Without turning back to catch Charlee’s reaction, I left the room, leaving her with nothing but pieces of a broken god.