Chapter 37 #2
Rhi rocks slowly at first, her claws anchoring into my chest. My hands lift her hips and slide her back down, the friction of her tight pussy squeezing my cock making a groan crawl up my throat.
Her mouth parts as she stares down at me, those warring colored eyes locked on mine.
Small gasps leave her lips with each rise and fall of her pussy on my cock.
She begins to rock harder, her body seeking more, and I can deny her nothing.
“You need more, sorceress?”
She nods, teeth sinking into that lower lip again.
More blood rushes to my cock, and I slide one hand up her back to grip on to her nape.
I prop myself up with my other hand, using that as leverage to pound into her from below.
Her thighs grip my waist, and with each powerful thrust of my hips, her head falls back, her claws digging into my shoulders for purchase.
I pull her into me, claiming her mouth. The desire to taste my wife’s lips while I fuck her is all consuming.
Swallowing her cries of pleasure, I continue plowing into her, each rock of my hips from beneath her bringing Rhi closer to that sweet edge.
Her pussy tightens, gloriously choking my length, and I know I’m not too far behind.
Wrenching my mouth from hers, I drop my mouth to the space between her breasts, dragging my tongue up her flesh as I lap away the black blood coating her skin.
“Blood of any color looks so fucking good on you,” I say into the hollow of her throat. “You are a goddess, taking me so fucking well.”
Her hands wind into my hair, yanking my head back so our gazes collide. Those ocean eyes glimmer with menace and raw, unadulterated desire.
“No,” she growls, low and powerful. “I’m a fucking Titan.”
I chuckle darkly, and her teeth nip at my lips, another groan vibrating against my mouth. She bounces ferociously on my cock, and I know only one more slam of my hips will have her unraveling on top of me. My fingers sweep into her hair, holding in her place as I ruthlessly pound into her.
“Well then, Titaness, come for your King.”
“Fuck. Nick,” she screams, and my name on her lips is my undoing. I plunder her mouth with mine, spilling inside her, the thought of my cum dripping down her thighs for the remainder of the day filling me with a primal satisfaction.
I pull my lips from hers and drop my head to her shoulder. We stay silent as our pants slow, our heartbeats steady, and Rhi tips my chin up, kissing me long, hard, and deep.
“Keep that up,” I tell her, smiling against her mouth, “and I’m not so sure you’ll be able to walk out of this room.”
She laughs, playfully pushing my shoulder. “I was barely able to walk into this room earlier.”
I frown, pushing sweat-matted hair from her forehead. “Last night…did I hurt you?” I had lost myself for a moment in that throne room—for more than a moment, if I am being honest with myself. It’s too easy to become lost in her, in the feel of her body and the light of her smile.
“No.” Rhi shakes her head, then tilts it, considering. “Well, maybe a little, but I loved it.”
She pecks me on the lips for reassurance before she turns her head toward a very still, very pallid Argos.
“What do we do about him?”
“We will clean ourselves up then summon Isa.”
Rhi nods then rises on her knees, easing herself off me. I help her stand before I pull my pants up and tuck myself inside them. As par for the course, Rhi shredded my shirt, so I throw my black jacket over my bare chest and direct Rhi to her bathing chamber.
After we both wash and look somewhat presentable, I walk Rhi back to my chambers to rest and summon Isa to Rhi’s room.
“Sorry for the mess,” I tell her, as she walks in. Her face is a perfect portrait of calm, no hint of surprise or disgust in finding her father bleeding out and half-eaten.
“Does he still live?” Again, her voice is pragmatic, betraying no hint of emotion.
“For now,” I answer, watching her carefully.
She gracefully glides over to her father, his limbs twitching as she approaches.
“The paralytic is wearing off,” I explain.
A cruel smirk graces her mouth. “As if he could hurt me regardless.”
It’s then I catch it. The trace of relief in her voice. Of power. For once, Isa stands before her father unafraid, him completely at her mercy.
Or lack thereof.
I stand behind her, my hands in my pockets. “He is yours to do with as you wish.” The implication is there, that should she wish to leave him alive, I will not contest her decision.
Isa doesn’t answer. She hovers above her father, glaring down at him with merciless abandon as his fingers shake uncontrollably.
“Look at you,” she sneers. “Hands that once beat me now tremble at my presence. Did that make you feel powerful, Father? Beating your own daughter?”
Of course, she doesn’t expect an answer, but Argos’ black eyes widen, and a single onyx tear slips down his cheek.
Isa leans down so her face is inches from her father’s. “I want you to know that after this moment, I will never think of you again, and whatever legacy you dreamt of carrying will die with you today.”
An immense surge of pride overcomes me, but I withhold my smile as Isa turns to me.
“Nick, would you give us some privacy?”
That pulls the smile from my mouth. “Of course.” I back away before I turn and head towards the door. In my periphery, Isa’s Demon form takes over, black wings sprawling from her back, blotting out the light and shrouding the room in darkness.
The last thing I hear as I close the door behind me is the gratifying tearing of flesh.