Redeemed #3
Mona’s ultimate sacrifice had guaranteed Prue’s safety. Mona had given up everything for her sister.
And she was finished. Finished with the sacrifices, with the loss. She was finished with worrying over someone who was already being looked after.
Prue would be fine. She would thrive as Queen of the Underworld alongside her powerful husband.
Mona took a deep breath and leaned closer, framing Evander’s face with her hands. She forced him to meet her gaze. His eyes were still filled with that broken confusion mingled with desperation.
“Not anymore,” Mona said softly. “Prue has Cyrus. And even if she didn’t, she is strong enough to take care of herself. I’ve given up my entire life for this cause. For my sister. For my mother. It’s time for me to live for myself. And I choose a life with you, Evander. If you’ll have me.”
Evander’s mouth fell open, his face slack with shock. Clearly, this was the last thing he’d expected her to say.
Mona pressed the flat of her palm against his cheek, her thumb tracing circles along his chin. “Freeing Clotho will not be easy. I think you’ll need a clever witch by your side to help you. Don’t you agree?”
Evander huffed, but she wasn’t sure if it was an inhale or a breathy chuckle. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes,” Mona urged. “Say you’ll have me.”
“Oh gods, Mona, of course I’ll have you.
I’ll have every piece of you that you’re willing to give.
” In a swift motion, he gathered her in his arms and lifted her against him, settling her on his lap.
Mona yelped, then laughed in surprise, wrapping her legs around him and draping her arms over his shoulders.
She let her fingers tangle in his black and silver hair, then pressed her forehead to his.
“I love you, Evander. My soul belongs to you. I’m—I’m so sorry I caused you to doubt that. But I will spend the rest of my mortal life proving to you how much I love you.”
Evander’s hands slid along her waist, bunching up her tunic until his long fingers brushed her bare skin. She suppressed a shiver of pleasure from the tenderness of his touch.
“Perhaps we will both have to spend our lives worshipping one another,” he mused, tilting his head at her. His eyes had a predatory glint that made her toes curl. “To prove how we feel.”
Mona’s mouth went dry. Her heart raced as she gazed at him, her eyes dropping to his lips.
He leaned in, angling his head so their mouths aligned. His lips brushed against hers, the softest of touches. Jolts of awareness spiked through her body until she couldn’t take it anymore. She closed the distance between them, drawing his mouth to hers.
A noise of pleasure rumbled in his throat as her lips roved over his.
He tasted deliciously warm. He tasted like home.
The kiss started off slow and exploratory, but as their mouths moved hungrily together, it became something urgent and desperate.
His tongue slid between her lips, tasting her thoroughly.
She welcomed it with her own, their tongues clashing with brutal intensity.
Her legs tightened around him, feeling his hardness pressing against her thighs.
Goddess, she wanted him. It had been so long since she’d claimed his body. Since he’d claimed her.
Evander’s hands snaked up her back, and then he eased her backward until she lay on the cot.
He pinned her there with his body, hips grinding against hers.
She writhed, rubbing against his arousal until he growled in her mouth.
She bit down on his lower lip, savoring the strangled sound of his groan.
Her hands fumbled with his trousers, and he tugged at hers in turn.
After some shifting, they managed to remove them both.
Mona’s hand wrapped around his cock, and he jerked against her with a low gasp. She squeezed, and he moved his mouth lower to bite hard on her shoulder.
Mona cried out, arching backward, delighting in how the pain from his bite sizzled through her veins like lightning. Goddess, he made her feel so much.
And she wanted to feel it all.
She spread her legs, her feet digging into his back. His fingers glided along her center, teasing her. Taunting her.
“Now,” she commanded in a strained voice. She was in no mood for games. She had to have him now or she might die all over again.
His mouth curled into a smirk, his eyes wild and crazed. Right now, he was her feral beast. Even without Typhon, he was still volatile and unhinged.
And she loved him for it.
With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, making her moan loudly. He filled her with such completion, such perfection, that she wanted to preserve this moment, to memorize it and capture it forever. Her legs spread even wider as he pushed harder, making her see stars.
“Goddess, Evander,” she gasped when he withdrew and plunged into her once more. She lifted her hips, allowing him to drive into her harder. Deeper. Faster.
His pace became wild. Punishing. The cot creaked beneath them, far too feeble to withstand their violent movements.
But neither of them cared. Evander was pounding into her mercilessly, and the rage of her pleasure was mounting more and more until she thought she would drown in it.
“More,” she urged him, her voice barely more than a breath. “More.”
Evander grunted something unintelligible, grabbing one of her legs and hitching it upward so he could slam into her again.
The angle of his cock driving into her made her dizzy with delight.
She cried out again, sweat pouring down her neck.
With his other hand, Evander tugged her tunic to the side and massaged her breast, capturing a nipple between his fingers and pinching.
Mona’s climax washed over her like a tidal wave, burying her. Drowning her. Obliterating her entirely. She continued to meet his thrusts with her own, chasing her climax over the edge, drawing every ounce of pleasure from her body.
Evander’s breaths became more hoarse. He groaned and growled, the sounds animalistic and manic.
Crack.
The legs of the cot snapped in two, and with a jolt, the two fell in a heap on its broken remains.
Mona gasped, clinging to Evander’s arms, her eyes wide. But he was lost in his passion, his eyes closed and his face covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Are—Are you hurt?” he rasped.
“No,” she said. “Don’t stop, Evander.”
He groaned, thrusting deeper. Her thighs spread, her legs tightening around him. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his arms. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue roving over his lips.
With a violent shudder, he spilled into her, his body convulsing with his own climax. Her hips rolled, coaxing out every last drop from him.
“I’m yours, Evander,” she whispered as he leaned his sweaty head on her shoulder. They were both gasping for breath, their bodies tangled and sweaty. The broken cot was in pieces beneath them, but they didn’t care. “For all eternity, my soul is yours.”
Evander kissed her forehead. “For all eternity,” he echoed.