Chapter Seventeen
Ty
“Where are we going?” Ena asked, sounding confused.
How could she be confused? He wasn’t confused at all. He knew exactly what he wanted.
“Back to my room,” he said, walking so fast that he realized Ena was having trouble keeping up. He had to force himself to slow down.
“Oh, okay,” Ena said, sounding relieved to be leaving. “Will Cole be mad, you think? Was it that obvious what I did?” she asked, wariness creeping into her tone.
“No, I don’t think so. I mean, it was obvious to me, but I know you better than he does. Maybe he suspects, but he has no evidence.”
“Okay, good,” Ena said, sounding satisfied as she jogged along to keep up with him as they moved through the empty passageways away towards Ty’s room.
“And what was up with Turner?” she asked.
“He seemed really upset when they brought that imperi out, and it was unlike him. Does that have something to do with the ‘responsibilities’ his father mentioned?”
“Yes,” Ty said, trying to calm his single-minded focus to answer her very justified question. “He helps Zak…manage them, for lack of a better word. But you know Turner. It’s really tough on him when they’re not treated well. He cares for them.”
“Oh,” Ena said, her voice soft with sympathy.
Thank fuck they made it outside his door in record time, and Ty grabbed the handle, pushing the door open like the passageway was on fire.
“What’s going on?” Ena asked. “Why are you in such a rush?”
How was he supposed to explain that he literally just felt the most intense primal urge to bury his cock inside her? How was one supposed to communicate that?
“You’re sure you’re okay?” he settled on, trying to calm his pounding heart as he turned to face her.
“Yes, Ty, I’m sure,” she said calmly.
He felt himself relax a bit, hearing her tone. She was here, safe, and they were finally alone.
“You did so well,” he said, approaching her and cupping the back of her neck with his hand. Her skin was smooth, and the contact sent shivers through his body. “So incredibly, impressively well.”
“Thanks,” she said, her mouth tipping up into a smile. She always seemed so pleased when he praised her, and Iblis fucking damn him, he wanted to praise her all night long.
“You know,” she continued, pressing her body a bit closer now. Was she catching on to his desire? “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. None of this is, actually. I feel like…I can handle way more than I ever knew.”
“Of course you can. And just so you know, for better or for worse, I do think what Cole said was true. You do fit here.”
“You think?” Ena asked, bringing her hands around his waist. Her breasts squished against his chest now, and it was all he could think about.
“Yeah, don’t you?” His voice was getting low, and he was about two seconds away from not being able to hold this conversation anymore.
“Maybe. I don’t know,” she said, running her hands across his shoulders. “I don’t know if it’s the place so much as…you. When I’m with you, I just feel so…” She brought her eyes up, looking at him from under her lashes. “Free.”
“Free from what?” he asked quietly, tracing her lower lip with his thumb. The plump flesh moved underneath the pad of his finger, and he was filled with the sudden urge to bite it.
Ena sighed, as if struggling to put into words what she felt. “Free of the thoughts that usually make me doubt myself or second-guess my decisions. Free to be myself, fully and unabashedly. With you…I’m just free,” she whispered.
His thumb stopped its perusing, and instead, he gently dipped the tip into Ena’s mouth. She opened for him, just slightly, allowing it in, and he watched as it parted her lips.
He couldn’t take his eyes off it. His thumb in her mouth. The way her lips looked around it, and how warm and wet it was inside.
He looked up to her eyes then, wanting her to know what he said was true. “You know I feel the same way, right? When I’m with you…I’m free in my own way.”
Free from the anger and the resentment. Free to be himself.
Ena closed her lips around his thumb and sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the motion as she slowly slid her lips off his thumb. “Show me,” she said in challenge, holding his gaze.
He hauled her mouth to his, delving his tongue inside her instantly. This was no coaxing or seduction. It was pure, unadulterated need. Their lips and tongues tangled, teeth clashing as they clawed at each other.
Ty moved his hands down her front, ripping at her bodice.
The laces were too slow so he just pulled, hearing the fabric tear as it exposed her breasts.
He grabbed each one, full and pliant in his hands, stroking his thumbs over her nipples.
She moaned into his mouth and, fucking Iblis, the sound turned him feral.
He kneaded her breasts harder before tearing her dress further off her body so her torso was exposed. His hands began to roam down to her ass where he planned to scoop her up and throw her on the bed, when she pulled away from his kiss and dropped to her knees.
Ty stood stunned, watching as she stroked his cock through his pants, which was now perfectly at her eye level.
He was so hard it almost hurt, and every stroke of her hand drove him wild.
She slowly undid the top two buttons on his pants, exposing the tip of his dick.
Seductively, she leaned forward and kissed it—just the tip—and he felt the surge of precum leak from it as she did.
He brought his hands to his face and groaned. “Fucking Iblis, Ena,” he said, drawing out the words.
She looked up at him, pure mischief and desire in her eyes, her chest still bare and nipples peaked. He didn’t know what he wanted to fuck more—her mouth or her tits.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she said. “To feel you in my mouth.”
She unbuttoned him the rest of the way, taking his cock in her hand. He’d always been well-endowed, but this was quite possibly the hardest he’d ever been, and the size of it compared to her hand was so intoxicating to watch.
Ty chuckled darkly at her words, her unabashed desire.
He was so pleased with her, and he knew what she needed to really enjoy this: to let go of her control.
That’s what she always wanted, wasn’t it?
So as she moved to put the tip into her wet, open, waiting mouth, Ty reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her back gently and stopping her.
“Then ask me nicely, viper,” he said. “And maybe I’ll let you choke on me.”
Her eyes flashed, and he could smell the rush of wetness and musk that filled her pussy at his words. “Please, Master, can I suck your cock?” she asked, her voice breathy and almost trembling.
“That’s my good girl,” Ty said, smiling down at her. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”
Ena did as she was told, parting her rose lips as they both moved, her guiding the tip of his dick into her, and him guiding her gently from the back of her head.
Ty’s eyes rolled back as she moved her hot, wet mouth up and down him. She sucked lightly at first, getting him wet, and moving her hand slowly. Then she pulled back, looking at him as she swirled her tongue around his tip, once, twice, then laid her tongue flat and licked him from base to tip.
“Fuck,” he groaned. She was teasing him so hard, he had to focus all his energy into not coming instantly.
He thought he’d gotten the upper hand by making her beg, but Iblis fucking damn him, she’d gotten it back instantly the way she was looking at him with those big blue eyes.
He was surprised his balls weren’t just as blue at this point.
She continued teasing for another minute before taking him back into her mouth, and this time, she went deep.
When his cock hit the back of her throat, he swore he stopped breathing for a second.
Then somehow, she went deeper, taking almost his full length into her throat, before pulling back out, gasping.
She liked it like that, huh? Thank fucking Iblis. She was so perfect for him.
He gripped the back of her head harder this time, thrusting forward as she took him into her mouth again, and he fucked her face.
Not too hard, not at first. He didn’t want to hurt her.
He wanted her to be able to pull away if she needed to…
but she didn’t. She took him deep and opened her throat as he shoved his cock inside her.
He held her there for a minute before pulling her back, looking down into her eyes which were filled with tears, checking that she was okay.
She just gripped his dick harder, and he growled, barely able to hold himself back as it was.
“Touch yourself,” he said in command. He wanted to hear how wet she was, wanted to dream about her sweet wet cunt while he was deep inside her mouth. And he wanted both of them to reach their pleasure together.
Ena reached down with her free hand, slipping her dress down over her hips so it fell to the floor around her. She reached her fingers between her legs and Ty watched, entranced, as she sank them inside herself. He felt her shudder as she opened her mouth to take him inside again.
She stroked him and took him deep as he thrusted into her, keeping the movement in time with her hand as she thrust two of her fingers inside her cunt, the heel of her hand hitting her clit with every pass.
She gripped his dick hard. He could tell she was getting close. So was he. Fucking Iblis, so was he.
He pulled out abruptly, taking his dick in his hand. “Stick out your tongue,” he said, his voice so tight and deep it sounded foreign.
She did as he told her, her tongue flattening as she stuck it out of her mouth, ready to receive what he gave her.
She watched with open, feral eyes as he jerked himself into her mouth.
Just as he spilled thick ropes of cum onto her tongue, he felt her tighten as her orgasm ripped through her, a cry of pleasure escaping her as her eyes rolled back.
Ty saw stars. He swore he blacked out for a second before coming to and watching as Ena brought her tongue back into her mouth, swallowing what he’d given her.
All except a small dot of cum that had landed on her cheek underneath her eye. He watched as she brought her finger up, clearly feeling it there, and swiping it away before bringing it into her mouth and sucking it off like it was honey.
“Shit,” he said, standing there in awe. That was by far the best head he’d ever gotten, and quite possibly the hottest sexual encounter he’d ever had in his life.
He could smell how turned on Ena still was, could tell she was still dripping from all they’d done. After weeks of rushed orgasms and not enough of her at all, there was no way they were done yet.
He grasped her chin and tilted it up so she met his gaze. “Turn around,” he said.
She looked down at his dick, seeing it already hardening again. “Wow,” she said, a seductive smile forming on her lips. “That was fast.”
“Turn. Around,” he gritted out.
She did as she was told, turning around so she was on all fours in front of him on the fur rug.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, stroking her fleshy, round ass that was now so beautifully on display for him.
Ty finally shed his shirt and took his pants the rest of the way off so he was nude behind her.
Grabbing her hair and pulling her up gently so her back was flush with his front, he whispered in her ear as he notched his hard cock at her entrance.
“You’re my dark goddess,” he said, slipping it inside her. “I fucking worship you.”
She cried out as he entered her, and then he started fucking her—hard. Again, again, again. Her pussy was so slick and wet already, he barely felt any friction, just smooth glides of pleasure.
He gripped the base of her throat, gently, not squeezing, as he whispered again. “I will fuck every hole you have one day. Would you like that, my dark goddess?” he asked, his breath coming out staccato from his efforts.
“Yes,” she breathed, almost pleading. “Yes, Ty, fuck yes.”
“Good girl,” he said, feeling his balls tighten in response to her pleading. “Now scream for me, Ena,” he said. “I want everyone in the Underworld to know you’re mine.”
He reached around with his other hand, stroking her clit, swirling and tugging on it as he felt her rachet up higher and higher, getting closer to another orgasm, and as she finally broke, she screamed—a sound bordering on pain, but Ty knew it was pleasure.
He felt his own orgasm build as he spilled into her, pumping himself with her hot, wet cunt until he was spent.
As he came down, he wanted to collapse into her—fall onto the bed and never move again—but he needed to make sure she was taken care of first.
He removed his hand from her throat, gently stroking her hair back where it stuck to her face with sweat, and probably also some of his cum.
He pulled his length out of her as they both breathed heavily.
He planted a kiss to her cheek, reaching with his hand to turn her face towards him. She was trembling.
“Are you okay? Was that…?”
She stopped him with a kiss, tender and gentle, her lips expressing something they both knew was happening. “I…” she began. “Yes. I’m wonderful. And I’m yours, Ty,” she said, her voice full of emotion. “I’m all yours.”
“I’m yours too,” he said, leaning his forehead to hers and breathing her in.
He’d never felt this close to anyone in his life. This content, this calm, this…happy.
He scooped her up, tucking his arm under her legs, and brought her to the bed. After fetching her a wet cloth to clean up with, and one for himself, he laid down beside her.
She tucked into him, her head on his shoulder, right where she fit so perfectly, as he covered them up with a fur. Eventually, hearing her breathing slow down, he began to drift off to sleep, but before he did, he realized without a doubt—there was no coming back from this feeling. Ever.