Chapter 8 #2
“And now it will,” he declares. “I have given you a realm to shape and a throne from which to rule it. May I taste you now?”
I take in the gilded chair the king crafted for me. It’s smaller than his, but outshines it in both material and splendor. Each spire rising from the back of the throne is sharpened into an immaculate point, their heights varying like the rays of a sunburst.
Perfect for the Goddess of Light.
Power vibrates in my veins, tempting me to complete the metamorphosis happening in the sky, but I don’t divert my attention from the deity currently licking his lips.
“Not yet,” I say to both the god and the sky.
Something dark and dangerous flares to life in his emerald irises. Drayven wipes the dribble of my blood from his chin with his thumb, the silver ring glowing red under my light.
In one swift move, The Dark God of Death drops to his knees before me, rips off what remains of my gown, and tosses it carelessly to the side. “And what if I bow to you? Will you allow it now, goddess?”
The smile that blooms across my face is all the answer he needs.
With the snap of his fingers, his black shirt disappears, exposing more of his inked skin.
Drayven’s hands grip my hips, pulling me toward him until my legs drape over his shoulders.
The tattoos transform into ropes that sprout from his skin and wrap around my thighs, forcing me to open up for him.
“Look at you…naked, dripping with sweat and blood, glowing with power, and all spread out for me.” Death’s tongue swipes sinfully through me, his blazing eyes never leaving mine as he feasts.
Closer and closer he beckons me to the edge all while the sky screams at me, louder and louder until I can no longer ignore it.
Pleasure swells within me as the single orb above separates, forming two illuminating red suns over the Eternal Meadows.
As my power explodes, my muscles tighten around his tongue, euphoric release finally within reach.
I’m mere seconds away when the bastard stops.
I groan loudly as the god sits back on his heels. But the sight of me glistening across his chin and dripping down the front of his throat only intensifies my need for him.
“Are you finished?" I scoff, displeasure thick in my voice.
“Finshed?” He laughs rakishly. “I haven’t even started.”
He lunges for me again but I stop him. “Enough! Fuck me, Drayven.”
“You seem very comfortable ordering me around.”
“I am not ordering.” I swallow back the resistance that rises in my throat. “I’m asking. I’m…begging.”
Drayven stands in a flash, pulling me from the throne. “A god doesn’t beg, Light. And a god-queen sure as fuck doesn’t ask.”
He snaps his fingers and his shadows transport us again. The red glow of the Eternal Meadows gives way to the dark interior of the King of the Under Realm’s bedroom. Every corner of the room drips with sensual luxury—from the dark mahogany furniture to the satin sheets and the green velvet settee.
Drayven grips my chin and forces my golden eyes to his. There’s a desperation written across them that I know mirrors my own.
“Do you understand what I have given you and what I ask of you in return?”
“I do.”
The vow leaves my lips without a thought. For better or worse, I trade my eternal solitude for the protection of Death himself. Protection I do not need, but want with every fiber of my being. Because now that I’ve tasted the abyss, I never wish to surface again.
“In all my eons of life, I have never once knelt before a god. I have never allowed another into my realm and I damn sure have never given them a throne. I worship you alone, Selene. I need to know that you know that.”
“I do.”
“Good.” His thumb pulls down the center of my lip as his eyes rove hungrily over my naked body. “I need you to remember that, because it’s going to look like I don’t.”
Drayven’s lip crash into mine. We are a tangle of tongues and teeth, each of us drinking in the other as if we’ve been deprived for lifetimes.
And maybe we have.
Our powers are the antithesis of each other, but the longer I spend in his realm, the more I know they are truly the divine balance. And instead of resting on opposite sides of the scales, perhaps we belong in the middle, together.
My hands work the laces of his leather pants with deft urgency. Need coils low in my belly as I free him from his fabric cage, a moan rumbling in his chest as I stroke him.
“Get on your knees,” he commands. “I bowed at your altar, now it’s time for you to kneel at mine.”
Without protest, I drop to the ground, pulling his pants down as I go. My eyes flare with delight as I take in just how impressive the Dark God is. All these years of wondering are nothing compared to seeing him like this.
Drayven wraps my blonde hair around his fist and thrusts into my mouth impatiently. I look up at him from under my lashes as I swallow him down.
The mortal statues have it wrong. The Dark God of Death is honed from marble, but to cloak his magnificent body is a sin that should be punishable by eternal damnation.
If they could truly see him—the deep lines and carved muscles of his abdomen and chest, the scrawling, shifting ink that dances across his ethereal skin, the verdant eyes that glow with desire—they would freely hand over their souls for the simple chance to look upon him forever.
Drayven moves harder and faster until water leaks from my eyes and streams down my cheeks. Death is not a gentle lover, but he coos words of praise all the same as he swipes away my tears.
“You take me so well.” His shadows wrap around me, stroking my clit in reward as he thrusts impossibly deeper. “Your mouth was made for me.”
My throat tenses around him as my own release builds again. Drayven’s grip tightens in my hair and he pulls my head back roughly. He yanks me to my feet, using his immortal strength to toss me across the room and onto the large bed.
In a blurred motion, the god is in front of me again, knees pressing into the black silk bedding as he flips me onto my stomach in one fluid motion. Shadows wrap around my neck and haul me up until my back is pressed against his chest.
I catch sight of myself in the large mirror hanging on the bone wall. My body is slick, coated in sweat and desire and streaked with blood. The black wispy bands of his magic are a sharp contrast to my warm-toned skin. Drayven’s green eyes lock with mine in the reflection.
Slowly, he drags his large hand down the smooth plane of my stomach, descending to the swollen, sensitive area he’s been teasing all day. A whimper escapes from my throat when his fingers brush across it.
“Eyes on me, my light,” he commands as he positions himself at my entrance. “I want you to watch the first time you take me.”
Drayven pushes into me, inch by sinful inch. My eyes roll back on a moan and he stills.
“Ah, ah, ah,” the Dark God tsks. “If you want all of me, you will open your gorgeous fucking eyes and watch.”
He growls in delight when I meet his gaze again in the mirror, rewarding me with another inch.
Drayven moves agonizingly slow. I don’t need time to stretch or adapt to him—his magic has already prepared me enough.
I want to move, to force him to end this torture by my means, but I don’t dare tear my eyes from his.
He has made it clear that he’s in control, and I will only be satisfied on his terms.
A shudder wracks my body as he finally pushes all the way inside me.
Magic skates across my skin as Drayven’s mouth moves to my neck, sucking gently as his shadows hold me in place.
Our sweat-soaked bodies move in tandem, the sound of our moans in perfect harmony.
My power blends with his, gold and black mixing in the air around us as he ruts into me.
“Fuck, Selene,” he moans as his hands knead my breasts.
“Bite me,” I command.
Drayven throws his head back on a groan, his teeth glinting in the golden light that surrounds us. His tongue grazes across the sharp points of his fangs as his eyes lock onto mine in the mirror.
“I promise I won’t hurt you…” His lips brush against my neck, his hot breath pebbling my skin. “…much.”
The god sinks his teeth into my unmarred skin.
I gasp as they pierce me, but Drayven doesn’t stop moving.
His tongue laps up the blood that leaks from the wounds as he thrusts harder.
Something in my chest tightens, like a rope tying around my sternum and pulling taut—forever connecting me to the King of the Under Realm.
Drayven uses his teeth to open his own wrist and offers it to me. “Drink,” he orders. “Just a taste.”
I pull his wrist to my mouth and let the coppery liquid coat my tongue. Heat spreads through my body as Death’s blood mingles with mine. I feel his magic invade my every sense, solidifying the bond between us.
He pulls my hair, forcing my eyes back to the mirror to watch as he fucks me harder and faster. Blood runs from the corners of my mouth and from my neck, streaming across my breasts.
I am lost in him, and if I never find my way out, I will die happy with the Dark God of Death buried inside me.
Drayven’s breathing turns to pants and I know he’s close. He unleashes another primal growl as his hold on me tightens.
“Who is your god?”
“You are.”
“Say it again.”
“You are my god, Drayven.”
“And you are mine, Selene. In every sense of the word. Now be a good little goddess and come on my cock.”
The words have barely left his mouth before I tighten around him. Wave after wave of divine pleasure wash over me in a blinding, brilliant light. He never strays, holding the pace until I’m certain I can’t possibly come again.
But like he has all day, Drayven proves me wrong.