Chapter Eleven #2
Gathering her braids with my right hand, I push her chin up so she’s at the perfect angle for me to devour her.
“I am Conquest, Satapti. Don’t ever forget that.”
My lips crash over Sage’s awaiting mouth and everything else disappears. There are no more kidnappings, no more fenrir, no one is dying or starving. Not even death is among us.
With every stroke of my tongue, I remember why I’m so addicted to her.
I relive the first time we ever kissed on the sliver of beach along the river bank when Aiyana looked up at me with eyes the color of earth and sky.
The day my existence took on a greater significance.
When I became whole from her mere presence.
I taste summer and youth and a dash of na?veté all mixed together into the woman who could rule the worlds with her sheer determination.
I taste our future and it’s fucking delicious.
I’m so consumed by the way our mouths are fused together, tongues dancing, lips brushing back and forth, that I’m taken off guard when she wraps her arms around my neck and locks her legs around my waist.
It’s fucking perfect and exactly in that position—kissing her with my hands now firmly planted on her ass—that I step through the portal. Once in The Shade, I set my sights on my apartment, open the door, then slam it shut with my foot, effectively keeping the outside world at bay.
“Fuck, I missed you.” I’m breathless as I rip off her clothing, throwing whatever she has on her body across the room.
“This is real, right? I’m not dreamwalking?”
I pause, a fierce burn in my chest as my gaze bounces from one of her eyes to the other.
“It’s as real as it’ll ever get, Satapti. You’re no longer an anthros. You’re a witch, a demi-goddess, the fucking queen of my heart. But mostly?” My palms rest against her cheeks and I inch my face close enough that I’m all she sees. “You’re mine.”
Too desperate to take things slow—that’s what round two or ten is for—I don’t bother taking off my leather pants, they’re too fucking tight, so I just rip open the front crotch and pull my dick out.
Before I can palm it and push inside her, Sage is moving, her face a picture of hunger, and who the fuck am I to deny her?
“I’m hungry, Hack.”
At the first feel of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock, I lose my fucking mind.
She called me Hack, again, which means she’s summoned the monster and he’s nothing close to a gentleman.
My fingers dig into her scalp, messing up her pretty braids until loose strands are wrapped all around my hands.
My moans are guttural, my body consumed by the way she’s sucking me off like she knows every trick in my horny playbook. Soon, the animal in me is no longer allowing her the control and I’m face fucking her like our lives depend upon my next orgasm.
But I stop. I push her away and her protests are adorable.
“You may be hungry, Satapti, but I’m fucking ravenous.”
In one smooth lift and throw, Sage is on her back—again with the laughing that makes me love her tenfold—legs spread wide and my mouth latched onto her pretty little pussy.
I’ve wrapped my arms around her thighs and I’m thrusting my tongue inside her, reaching the deepest I can.
Needing to taste, to eat, to consume, every inch of her.
Funny how she literally tastes divine, my beautiful demi-goddess.
Just as she begins to squeeze her thighs tighter against my face, she’s able to push my head away from her pussy.
I should wonder if I’m hurting her, if she’s upset or hurt, but I know none of those things are true because our soul bond tells me she’s on the cusp of losing her fucking mind by way of an orgasm.
“No. Inside. Now.”
I don’t chuckle at the urgency in her voice or the fact that she’s incapable of forming a complete phrase, knowing I did that. I turned her into a one-word-at-a-timer and I’m fucking proud.
With one last lick from back to front and all the way to her clit, I suck it long and hard until she’s kicking me out of the way and reaching for my cock.
“You need a good fucking, Satapti?”
“I…yes. Dick. Inside. Fuck.” As though she’s given up on trying to convincing me to bury my cock inside her—like that’s even a fucking option—she falls onto her back and reaches behind her to the headboard.
With a death grip on the bars, she stares at me, willing me to do what we are both so desperate to feel.
“I’m sorry.” Kneeling between her thighs, my cock in my hand as I stroke from root to head, I allow my gaze to roam over the entirety of her, including her now-furrowed brow. “This should be about how much I love you.” We both know it’s always about that.
“But…?”
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I aim the tip of my dick at her entrance, wet and swollen from my earlier binging.
“But…it’s going to be about how much I need to see my cum on every inch of your body first.”
The wicked grin that grows on Sage’s mouth promises dirty things with zero remorse. I’m about to thrust inside her when a sheen of light glows from her skin and it takes me aback.
“Sage?” You’d think I’d lose my erection or that my curiosity over why the fuck my soulmate is brighter than the afternoon sun in the Mohave Desert would take precedent above all else, but it doesn’t.
“I don’t know?” She shakes her head and I just get fucking harder than I’ve ever been before.
“It’s the magic in you. Or the fucking demi-goddess.
Or I don’t fucking know.” But I do know this: it’s November first and she’s thirty for the first time in her soul’s existence and that singular thought ramps my entire body up like a lightning bolt through a copper wire; sudden, electric, and unstoppable.
I slam my dick inside her and revel in the way her body arches right off the bed, the beams of her light bouncing off the walls and bathing the entire room with her supernatural powers.
Fucking finally.
My vines, that haven’t been functioning correctly ever since I lost Sage, again, spring from every inch of me and wrap around her like they have their own mind.
Even Cirrus is galloping to the beat of my fucking.
The more I thrust, the brighter Sage becomes, and before I know it, we’re no longer lying down.
We’re no longer on any surface, whatsoever, because my vines have created some sort of thorn-filled contraption on which I’m fucking my chosen.
She holds onto the most resilient part of me as though her life depends on it, not caring that her hands are bleeding from rubbing up and down the thorns.
My hips are ramming against her pussy, my balls slapping her ass with every plunge, but there are no complaints from either one of us.
Sage screams and I can’t hold back the moans that rival hers.
It’s incredible, better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Better than life or death.
I’m basking in the utter ecstasy of this moment when Sage decides it’s just not enough. And as fucking amazing this is, something is missing, I just don’t know what it is.
My hands are pulling at her hair, my dick working overtime to hit that magical spot deep inside her on every, single, thrust, yet there’s a lost element I can’t put my finger on.
“Hack!” Without warning, Sage pushes me off of her. Not with her hands or by kicking me. She throws me to the opposite wall, where I slam against the brick and cause a crack and a fissure that’s going to be a bitch to fix.
My beast roars and my vines work overtime to get Sage under control, but she’s having none of that. Her beams of light keep me pressed against the wall as she advances—floats—toward me, my vines following her like lost little puppies.
I’d say they’re traitors, but they’re a part of me and she’s the water that quenches all of my thirsts.
“This time, I’m the one doing the fucking.” Goddamn, that’s fucking hot.
“By all means, Satapti. Show me what you’ve got.” My tongue runs across my bottom lip, tasting a drop of blood.
It’s not mine, it’s hers. I can taste the difference and it’s more potent than any faerie glitter wine.
It would be dangerous if she weren’t the other half of my soul.
The vines guide her, creating a step so she can climb me like a fucking tree. And I do mean a tree she’s about to fuck into oblivion.
“Is this what you needed, Satapti? Control?”
Her pussy glides over my dick and her hands cup my face. We’re so close I can smell how wet she is, how needy her little cunt is for me.
“I needed you to fuck me like you meant it, not treat me like I’m some fragile little princess.”
Well, damn.
“I wasn’t aware I was wearing kid gloves. Duly noted.”
The next thing I feel is her teeth digging into my lip, hard enough to draw my own blood, and the way they mix together, creating a unique taste that only exists in this moment, is fucking addictive.
I’m a goner. Who am I kidding? I was already a goner two thousand years ago, but tonight? Tonight I plunge…with my dick, my heart, my mind, my everything.
There’s nothing sexier than watching the love of your life taking exactly what she needs from you.
It’s potent and it’s magical and it creates a bond that even the Moirai could never break.
But I’m not done yet.
It’s my turn to throw her off because she may want control, but I crave it just as much.
“You think I was too soft on you, Sage?” She lands back on the bed with enough force that the wood splinters into a hundred different pieces. I have a second of regret, thinking I may have hurt her, but the evil smirk that rises from the corners of her lips tells a whole different story.
This time, she turns around, her hands on the headboard, her ass up and her back arched in the most perfect way.
I coat my fingers in her cum, my eyes trained solely on her ass. The tight pucker is calling my name and her pussy is begging for another round.
This time, when I slam my cock inside her, I slide two fingers in her ass and revel in the long, filthy moan that’s better than a well-cast symphony of sirens.
“Did you say I was too careful, Sage? Is this what you wanted?”
I don’t go easy, I don’t go slow.
“Yes! Yes!”
The way I’m fucking my chosen is akin to beastly and crude. With one hand on her hips and the other fucking her ass, I drive my dick into her pussy over and over again until I feel her tense. My hand slides to her front, searching for and finding her perfect little clit as it begs for my attention.
I flick it once then thrust inside both her holes before watching Sage lose her damn mind in the best of ways. Her head is thrown back, her fingers gripping the headboard and her ass slamming back into me with every one of my thrusts.
The moment is raw and it’s brutal but it’s the most beautiful music we’ve ever made because fucking Sage on the first day of the rest of her life is the greatest high I’ve ever felt.
My bed is destroyed and the walls are a mess but the orgasm that starts at the base of my spine and ends with me spilling what feels like gallons of cum inside my woman is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
When we’re done, I turn Sage around by the braids, which are more loose strands than anything well-kept, and I bring her mouth to mine.
“Every fucking day and every fucking night, Satapti.”
Out of breath, just like me, she gives me the perfect answer.
“Forever.”