2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Ty
He and Ena set up the tent in record time, both of them eager to get inside and rest. Ty’s shoulder hurt like a bitch, but he ignored it, finding solace in Ena’s warm embrace as they finally lay down together on their sleep mats.
“How are you? And the baby?” he asked, placing a hand on her lower abdomen. He couldn’t feel anything yet, except maybe a slight protuberance. But he liked to do it all the same. “You fell to the ground pretty hard earlier.”
“We’re fine, I think,” she said, a smile tugging at the side of her mouth as it did whenever he talked about the baby. “But…” She paused briefly, as if wondering whether she should go on.
“What?” Ty asked, concern flooding him. “You know you can tell me anything, Ena. No matter how mundane, if it’s bothering you.”
Ena sighed. “I don’t want to make a big deal of it if it’s probably nothing, but I have never heard of a pregnancy symptom like this before.”
“Like what?” he said, his concern growing.
“Like craving…blood.”
“Blood?” Ty could barely hide the shock in his voice. He had not been expecting that. Was that normal?
“Yes. Specifically yours.”
“Okay…that is unusual,” Ty said, his brows furrowing. “Witches don’t normally experience that, do they?”
“Not that I know of,” Ena replied. “Although…I wish I could speak to Heran about it. She was the most knowledgeable witch on healing and childbirth on our side of the Chasm Mountains.”
Ty’s heart filled with sympathy for Ena as she looked away from him. He knew she still struggled with guilt and regret for the way the matriarch had died. Even though it was absolutely not her fault, he knew she felt responsible.
“What about daemons?” she asked Ty, clearly avoiding any more discussion of the woman who had been like a grandmother to her. “Do they experience anything like that during pregnancy?”
“No,” Ty replied, shaking his head. “But then again, no other daemons I have met have carried a half-witch, half-daemon child. Maybe it’s unique.”
“Maybe your mother will know. She had one, too, after all,” Ena offered.
“Maybe,” he said quietly, and now it was his turn to look away. He knew they were here to find his mother, given that she was with the Omnis worshippers. But still…the thought of her—of meeting her, speaking to her—made him angry. And he didn’t want to be angry right now.
“Come here,” Ty said gently, pulling her into him to change the subject. “It’ll be okay, Ena. I’m here for you, always. I’m not going anywhere, and whatever is going on with you, and the baby, we’ll figure it out together.”
Ena seemed soothed by his words as he guided her to lay down beside him. In the dark, he breathed her in, and he felt her body relax into his. He turned towards her so they were facing one another and kissed her forehead.
“Ena…” he said, his deep voice rumbling through the darkness like water through the river’s channel. “Do you want me to make you feel good? To help you relax?”
He felt Ena’s breath hitch, and he was so fucking glad for it.
It had been weeks since they’d been intimate.
Not since they’d left the Underworld. Not since they’d been reunited.
Not since he’d begged her to let him be hers again, or since he’d abandoned his duties in the Underworld to be with her and they’d handfasted.
Iblis, he’d missed her so fucking much.
The feel of her slick on his fingers. The way her breath reached a staccato right before she came. The way her nipples peaked when she was flush with desire. The way she felt coming on his cock.
But they’d been traveling hard since they’d fled Auster, and to be honest, Turner’s constant presence as a third wheel had not helped matters, especially since they all shared a tent to preserve warmth. Ty loved the man, but he was absolutely a cock block.
But now…after the adrenaline of the attack, he didn’t give a fuck if Turner heard. He was desperate for her—to be close to her.
“Gaia, yes, Ty. It’s been too long,” she said, practically begging already.
He smiled devilishly. He loved that she was desperate for him too.
“Good,” he whispered. “Then lay on your back and do exactly as I say.”
Ena did as he’d told her and rolled to her back. The tent was warmer now, from their body heat and their breath.
He leaned down to whisper softly in her ear. “I’m going to take care of you, my dark goddess,” he said, his voice already tight with desire. “And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
He felt her nod in the dark. “Yes,” she said, breathless already.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now lift up your dress.”
He heard her shuffle her layers of clothing up before he grazed his hand down her stomach, her lower abdomen ever-so-slightly swollen already from the life growing inside her.
The thought of her carrying his baby in there, a part of him creating new life inside her…
he couldn’t quite explain why but, fucking Iblis, it made his dick grow even harder.
He continued grazing his hand down to her thigh, stroking her smooth skin gently. It pebbled slightly from his touch and the cold, and he heard Ena take in a sharp breath.
He moved his hand in, following the warmth between her thighs, and stroked her gently up and down from clit to entrance.
She squirmed slightly underneath him, whimpering already. “Ty…” she whispered, sounding as desperate as he felt.
“Shh,” he said soothingly. “You can take it.”
He continued to rub her, slowly, gently, with his fingertips, and he could feel her getting wetter and wetter with every pass over her cunt.
Soon, his fingers were drenched, and he used them to swirl over her clit, ratcheting up her desire.
He could feel her getting tight as a bowstring, and he fucking loved the power of it—how he could tease and please her this way.
How she gave herself over to him. She was his to play with.
His cock strained painfully in his pants, but he took his time. He didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to savor every second. After everything that had happened between them, he didn’t want to take any of it for granted. He had missed this—missed her—so fucking much.
Ena started jerking her hips, lifting them up slightly with every pass, begging wordlessly for what he wouldn’t give her. Not yet. Not until she asked for it like a good girl.
“Ena…” he whispered darkly in her ear. “Tell me what you want, goddess.”
“Please Ty, stick your fingers inside me. I need it so bad.”
Ty chuckled, low and commanding. “Tell me you’re mine first. Tell me this pussy is mine, and that I can do whatever I want to it. Then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
“I’m yours, Master. All of me. You can do whatever you want. Just please fuck me.”
Ty nearly groaned from the needy desperation in her voice. The desire, the freedom that she clearly felt giving him complete control. The trust.
He sunk one finger in—just the tip—to tease her. She gasped as it entered her tight pussy, then she started squirming, trying to get him to go deeper. So he did.
He sunk his middle finger in all the way and started fucking her with it—deep and slow. The walls of her pussy started twitching—she was so close already, but he didn’t want her to come yet.
Taking his free hand, he covered her mouth with it. “You come when I say, and not before. You understand?” he asked.
She nodded frantically, whimpering behind his hand.
“That’s my good girl.”
He stuck a second finger in, and started moving them faster, harder. Using his thumb, he swirled over her clit firmly. He felt her fighting her orgasm, trying to hold it back like a dam slowly breaking in a flood. So he let her go.
“Come on my fingers, Ena. Let me feel you.”
She cried out sharply, his hand muffling the sound as she came hard. She clenched around his fingers again and again, her orgasm echoing for almost a full minute before he withdrew his hand from her mouth and his other from inside her.
“Fucking Gaia, Ty, that was so amazing,” she muttered almost incoherently, but he stopped her from speaking more with his mouth on hers.
She tasted like blackberries and lavender and everything that was good and worthy in this world, and he let her know it. Their tongues swirled together, tasting each other, as he stroked her cheek, her hair, and settled his hand on her neck—right at the base of her throat.
“Spread those legs for me, viper. I need to be inside you.”
She did as she was told, letting her legs fall to the side as he fumbled with his pants, pulling them down to release his cock. Slowly, moving on top of her, he positioned himself at her entrance before slipping in—smooth and slow.
They both groaned as he entered her, her body taking all of him as he filled her so sweetly.
Then he began to move.
Their bodies came together like they were made for one another. Ebbing and flowing like one entity, they moved together. Pushing, pulling, sweating, breathing, like she was the absolute piece that had been missing from his life, from his body, from his heart—and he gave her everything he had.
“Fuck, I love you so much, Ena. My wife,” he added, the concept still new and dazzling to him. “My everything.”
“I love you too, Ty,” she said frantically. “I love my husb—ahhh!” she cried out as another orgasm tore through her as he fucked her.
He thrust inside her—once, twice more—before he couldn’t take it anymore, and he let himself go too. His cock twitched, spilling inside her, filling her up like she had filled up his life.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he collapsed on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her abdomen. “Iblis, I love being inside you.”
She chuckled slightly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him to her. “A part of you is always inside me now.”
His heart swelled at the thought and a smile broke across his face.
Even though there was still so much unknown ahead of them—finding the Omnis worshippers and his mother, her strange cravings, and the birth…
not to mention everything in the Underworld with Cole that he tried not to think about.
He knew he would be content as long as he had her, and she and their child were safe.
Everything they’d been through, everything they had yet to go through, would all be worth it to have this.
He rolled off her, helping her fix her skirts and layers of clothing before tucking his arm underneath her head and pulling her close into his body, where she belonged, as she drifted off to sleep.