Chapter 43
Korithax
Istare up at the most divine creature I’ve ever seen as she straddles me, blade still in her hand—now entirely clean after licking every last drop of my blood from it.
The sight of her tongue dragging across the steel made my heart thunder. In all my long existence, I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful. Watching her taste my blood confirmed what I already suspected deep in my bones. This mortal girl was created for me. She’s divine. She’s mine.
Considering her lack of experience, she’s blowing my godsdamned mind. Everything I’ve thrown at her, she’s taken in her stride—hesitating only for a second when it came to cutting me. And yet… she still did it. And the sight of her coated in my blood? It made something primal snap inside me.
She starts grinding on my cock, the length of it still trapped behind my pants, her body moving so perfectly it drags a groan from deep within my chest. Even through the barrier of fabric, I can feel her arousal.
“Fuck, Daisy. You’re incredible.”
She blushes, smiling as she toys with the blade, dragging it lightly across my chest but not cutting. My restraint is hanging on by a fucking thread. I need to be inside her. Now.
I burn my pants away with a flick of a thought. She gasps, and I chuckle darkly as her eyes drop to where my cock now throbs, free—and soaked from how wet she is. “Gods, you’re dripping, baby girl.”
She giggles shyly. The sound is soft, sinful, and electrifying as she begins to slide her slick cunt along the length of my cock, dragging her clit over the head with every stroke. The friction makes her whimper, and she starts picking up her pace as she grinds harder.
“That’s it, princess,” I growl. “Grind on me until you come.”
I grip her hips, guiding her rhythm, watching her tits bounce as she rocks herself against me. Her head falls back, mouth open as she pants my name.
“Oh gods… Korithax…”
My name on her lips like that nearly ruins me.
My grip tightens, bruising her soft, plush hips as I feel her start to tremble.
Her orgasm hits hard, her body shaking as she falls forward, planting her hands on my chest to steady herself.
She pants, twitching with the aftershocks of her pleasure, but I don’t wait.
I line myself up and slam inside her in one brutal thrust. A scream rips from her lips as I fill her completely.
Her eyes fly open, glassy with tears as her cunt clenches around me.
I hiss as I start to move, and she whimpers, her senses overwhelmed.
My hand wraps around her throat as I drive into her. Her pale skin reddens, her tears falling freely now as her oxygen depletes beneath my grip. Just before her eyes flutter shut, I release her. She gasps, greedily sucking in air, her body shaking with each punishing thrust that I deliver.
“Let me,” she pants, voice hoarse.
I use every bit of restraint I have and go still, watching her carefully. She pushes herself up slowly, planting her hands on my stomach, shifting to straddle me fully. She winces at the angle, feeling all of me buried deep inside her. Gods… she’s fucking breathtaking.
Never have I let a woman take control. I was the controller; I was the one who held the power. But Daisy? I’d give her every ounce of power I possess. I’d let her use me, break me, own me. I was hers entirely. She could use and abuse me in any way she saw fit, as long as she remained mine.
She begins to move slowly, trying to adjust herself to accommodate me.
I see the pain on her face, the tears still streaking her cheeks, but she doesn’t stop.
She takes every single inch of me with stubborn grace.
She slowly rocks her hips, the sight of her utterly hypnotising as her blonde hair falls over her tits, her ocean blue eyes smudged with mascara, her soft, plush body coated in my blood.
Had my soul been transferred to the other side?
Because there was no way this could be real.
She rises, hands moving to her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. She moans loudly as she lifts herself high enough that my cock is barely inside of her, then she slowly lowers herself back down. Every inch that she drops, my soul feels like it’s being torn from my body.
“Fuuuuuuuck Daisy,” I groan.
She rises again, this time dropping back down hard and fast.
“Gods,” she hisses, repeating the action over and over again.
Each thrust inside her drives me closer to the edge of insanity. She’s fucking torturing me. My entire body is alight with need, her pussy pulsing around me like she was made for me.
“Let me fuck you, Daisy.” I beg.
She shakes her head, hips slamming down again.
“Please… fuck. Daisy, please…” I growl, hands gripping the sheets, my head thrown back. She’s driving me fucking crazy.
“Say it again,” she breathes, stilling above me.
“What?” I pant.
“Say please,” she smirks, devilish.
Little fucking minx. “Please,” I snarl.
She doesn’t even have a chance to agree before I yank her forward, forcing her body flush against mine.
I grab her wrists and pin them behind her back with one hand, my other wrapping tight around her throat.
I plant my feet into the mattress, bringing up my knees so I can slam up into her with reckless, brutal force.
Her cries echo through the room as I drive into her mercilessly. Her orgasm crashes over her, a scream ripping from her throat as her inner walls convulse around me. But I don’t stop. I fuck her harder, deeper, my body locked on hers like a predator.
“Korithax. My husband. My king!” She screams.
Those words send me over the edge. I slam her down onto me, burying myself as deep as I can go, roaring my release as I explode inside her. The power pours from me unchecked—so wild the silk curtains around the bed burst into flames.
She collapses against me as I release her throat, trembling but still full of my cock, both of us panting like we’ve just survived a battle.
“Holy gods,” she breathes.
“What the fuck,” I mutter, glancing at the flames eating through the curtains.
“Does that happen often?” She asks between soft laughter, pointing at the desecrated pile of ash.
“That’s never happened,” I say, frowning. My brows pull together as something tight curls in my chest.
That power—I’ve never lost control of it like that before. Not once in all my life. Not even during war. Not even during my worst wrath. Not to mention my reserves were practically empty from realm jumping.
What the fuck is she doing to me? This girl—this mortal, beautiful, devastating little flower—was changing everything. And for some godforsaken reason, I found myself not giving a single fuck.
She’s asleep on my chest.
Her cheek rests just over my heart, soft breaths puffing against my skin, her leg hooked lazily over mine like she’s always belonged there. My arm is propped under my head, my other hand drifting slowly up and down her bare back, tracing the curve of her spine with light strokes.
I should be sleeping. I want to. The exhaustion from the journey was truly hitting me now.
Not to mention the way Daisy and I had just fucked each other like our lives depended on it.
But I can’t. The soul tether has grown so strong, it’s bordering on painful.
Like something deep inside me is pulling tight, demanding I acknowledge what’s happening between us.
And I’m starting to believe that this is more than just an obsession.
More than lust. More than fate’s cruel game.
This, whatever she is, feels like a bond I’ve only ever heard whispered about. A myth. A legend. A mate. I’ve never believed in them, considering I’ve never actually seen any. Most immortals die before they ever find theirs in my realm, if they exist. And a mortal with an immortal? Unheard of.
But the way her soul calls to mine? It’s exactly how they describe it.
Once two bonded souls come into contact, there’s no resisting it.
No denying. You can try to walk away, try to lie to yourself.
Hell, you can even try to kill the connection.
But it always comes back. Always finds you, always burns through.
And gods, ever since I met her… I haven’t even been able to stay away.
I don’t want to stay away, I can admit that to myself now.
Even before I met her physically, there was something strange, something that pulled at me.
I rarely linger after a soul deal is made.
I collect, I leave. That is how I’ve always done it.
But the day her father summoned me, offering up her soul, something inside of me couldn’t wait to go and tell her.
I waited for her, I actually fucking waited.
And when she appeared… everything changed.
Her voice. Her eyes. The broken light that still glowed softly inside her, even when the world had tried its damned hardest to stamp it out.
Her soul sang to mine instantly. Even then—especially then—I think I already knew.
Like the universe had placed her right in my path, gift-wrapped in pain and defiance, just for me.
I never believed in fate, not really. The divine assholes had me convinced that everything was planned, made, and created.
But this? This feels like fate handed me something precious.
Something once-in-a-lifetime. And now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.
Not in this life. Not in the next. Even if I were reborn a thousand times, I’d choose her in every single life.
I’d spend every lifetime carving through time and space to find her again.
I’ve lived my entire existence as a weapon.
As an heir. As a monster. But now… something inside me is alive, and it burns only for her.
I’m more than just the heir to a broken throne. I’m hers.
I close my eyes, resting my chin against her head.
Her hair smells faintly of her lavender scent, and the familiar heat of her skin comforts me in a way nothing else ever has.
She softly moves, a small sound escaping her lips.
A whimper. Her fingers twitch against my ribs, and I glance down to see her brows furrowed.
Her whole body begins to tremble, delicate muscles tensing against mine.
“Shhh… Daisy, you’re okay.” I whisper, brushing my lips to her temple. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
But she doesn’t wake. She keeps shaking against me.
I’ve never seen her have a nightmare before.
She starts mumbling, words I don’t understand.
The language is ancient. Not demonic, not celestial or fae or anything I recognise.
I strain to make sense of it, but whatever it is, it’s older than any tongue I’ve ever heard spoken.
My heart lurches. Her skin starts heating beneath my hands rapidly.
The warm, sleepy glow becomes something more volatile.
Her body is radiating heat like a forge, sweat beading across her skin in seconds.
The air around us thickens, and the scent of ash slams into me like a wall.
My head jerks up, scanning the room. No flames.
No hellfire or soulfire to be seen. My powers are under control. So why does it smell like smoke?
I glance down at her again. Her eyes are shut tight, tears spilling in steady streams from beneath her lashes. She’s crying in her sleep, but not waking. Her breathing is ragged. Desperate.
“Daisy,” I whisper again, voice sharper now. I cup her cheek. “Daisy, wake up.” She doesn’t. “Daisy,” I growl.
Her lips part, another line of that ancient language slipping from them, soft and urgent. And then—
She goes still. Limp. The heat vanishes all at once, like a flame being snuffed out. The room cools, and the scent of ash fades. But still, she doesn’t wake. The tears stop and her breathing evens, her body curling slightly closer into me.
I stare down at her in stunned silence for a moment.
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper.
I brush my fingers over her brow, pushing her damp hair away from her face, but her expression is calm now. Peaceful even. Like nothing happened at all. But it did, I felt it. I felt something ancient and fucking terrifying move through her just now.
I look around the room again, adrenaline coursing through me.
“What the fuck is going on in this realm?”