“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.
Chapter Eighteen
Ena
Thenextday,Enafelt an undeniable glow. She’d woken up with a smile on her face, even though Ty had had to leave early to go tend to some things. She caught herself dreamily smiling while in the bath, and she dressed in a daze.
When Turner came to the door to take her to the Archives, he took one look at her and laughed. “Good night, huh?” he asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her face going hot.
“Well,” he began, as they walked down the hall. “You guys left pretty quickly after everything that happened with Cole, and then I distinctly remember hearing some…screaming come from this part of the upper level.”
Ena covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh Gaia, are you serious?” she asked, mortification seeping in.
Turner laughed again, the sound lighthearted and mirthful.
“Fuck, that’s embarrassing,” Ena said. “I thought Ty was kidding when he said he wanted everyone to hear, not that they actually would.”
“It’s fine, Ena. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s good, actually.”
“How is it good?” she asked incredulously. “Everyone in the Underworld heard me have a screaming orgasm.”
Turner grinned, the bastard. “It’s good because it’s expected. Everyone knows you’re Ty’s witch-slave. If he wasn’t…staking his claim, so to speak, it might invite others to.”
“That’s fucked up,” Ena said.
“It definitely is,” Turner agreed. “But I don’t make the rules. Neither does Ty.”
Ena sighed in frustration, but she knew that, unfortunately, he spoke the truth.
