“You love me?” he repeated, and when I nodded, he rewarded me with a short, sharp punch of his hips, leaving me groaning. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I said, and again, he punctuated the words with his hips, like positive reinforcement, so I would forever associate love with pleasure. “Fuck,” I gasped, “I love you.” If this was how he rewarded me, I would just keep saying it!
With my cock trapped between our bodies, slippery with precum, and his girth pegging my prostate on every stroke, it didn’t take long until my climax began to build. But just as my core tightened, Rue seemed to decide it was a good time to take a break. He pulled out and flipped us over so I was on top.
“Show me what you’ve got, love,” he growled, reaching up to tweak my sensitive nipples.
I was grateful to be able to set the pace and rode him hard, sweat dripping and my thighs burning with the exertion, but again, as soon as I got close, he gripped me by the hips and changed position, putting me on all fours this time. Every time I got close, he altered the rhythm, going devastatingly slow or even stopping entirely, letting my climax slip through my fingers. And each time as he began again, it only ramped me up higher.
Again, I felt my orgasm looming, and I focused on keeping my reactions a secret. Maybe if he didn’t know how close I was, he would finally let me come.
Just as my balls began to clench, the telltale tingling spreading out to my fingers, he stopped again. “Whyyyy?” I groaned in frustration. “You’re driving me crazy!Please, let me come.”
Instead of fucking me, though, which was what akinder, moreobedientlover would do, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down on me with a placid expression, as if we were having a discussion about what to have for dinner, or maybe what I would like to do on the weekend. “Tell me, Uly… if you could have me in any body, what shape would you have me?”
I blinked, confused about what exactly he was asking me. “What? I love this body, obviously.”
“Oh, of course, but I know you love my fingers. What if my hands were larger, my fingers thicker? Or perhaps, I could have a larger…” Instead of finishing that sentence, he waggled his eyebrows, and inside me, I felt him thicken, expand, stretching my hole further.
I gasped, trying to writhe under where he had me pinned with his hips. “Fuuuuck,” I groaned, shuddering.
Rue pursed his lips, still thinking. “Or would you rather something more exotic, say… something with tentacles?”
Before I could even offer an opinion on that, I felt a tickling sensation as several unseen tendrils trailed down my legs, wrapping around my ankles and wrists and constraining me, making it impossible to move even an inch. “Rue…” I drawled in warning, even as another tentacle wrapped itself tenderly around my balls, tugging them gently.
“I can be anything you want me to be,” Rue said, eyes filled with fierce love and devotion. “Anything youneedme to be. Just say the word.”
I tugged on my wrists, coaxing the binding to release me so I could take his beautiful, flawed face between my palms. “I just need you,” I told him, leaning up to kiss him softly. “I need you to stand by my side through this life and the next. I need you to trust in me, in us.” Another soft kiss, before I carded my fingers into his hair and gripped it hard. “And for the love of gods, I need you to let me come!”
He laughed, but thankfully, he also seemed to realize that I’d hit my limit for edging. This time when my orgasm rushed toward the surface, Rue embraced it, giving me exactly what I wanted—needed—just like he’d promised.
And when that blisteringly hot climax crested higher than I’d ever been before, Rue’s teeth became fangs so he could mark me properly as his mate, with a scar more permanent than any hickey. He sank them into my shoulder as my cum spilled between us, drinking in my blood and essence. And as he filled me with his cum, his knot locking our bodies, I bit his neck in return, hard enough to break the skin, locking our souls for eternity.
Any lingering doubt I might’ve had was blown away like dust on the wind when I felt him there, in my chest, my heart. It was light and sunshine chasing away all the shadows I’d been living with this wholetime. How could I have doubted for one second that he wasn’t meant for me?
We’d both waited a long time for this happy ever after—lifetimes, in fact. I wasn’t going to wait even one more day to claim the future that was ours.
Chapter 19
Ruadan
Thecasehadgonecold. We hadn’t made a single advancement in the case in weeks. It was bound to happen when the perpetrator was a literal goddess who could simply disappear into her little pocket dimension and close the door in our faces. The good news was that she’d also stopped tricking her little human puppets into letting her take over their bodies.
“I just don’t get why,” Uly griped, head stuck in the fridge as he shuffled around the jars as if hoping to find something new.
I angled my head and enjoyed the view of his lush ass as he bent over. He’d been eating more to round out his diet since he hadn’t been consuming sins, and I loved the softness his body had begun to take on. “Don’t overthink it, love. Apate was likely just bored. It’s a pretty common state for us immortals to find ourselves in. It’s why gods tend to have lots of sex. From what Cameron said, it’s possible she just likes to create chaos. Or maybe she gets a little boost to her powers when she toys with humans. Who knows? Does it matter?”
“No, I guess not.” He pulled out a jar of sweet chili sauce and took off the lid, sniffing it, before making a face and putting it back in the fridge. “Do you think that’s the last we’ll see of her then?”
I snorted. “Not likely, though time moves differently for immortals. She might stage a comeback next week, or we might not hear a peep out of her for a hundred years or more. Either way, we’ll be ready for her.” I wasn’t sure how true that last part was. I was no closer to figuring out what to do with her, even if I did get my hands on her. It wasn’t like we could simply lock her up in prison.
“The real question,” I drawled, getting up from my spot at the table to come up behind him, rubbing my growing erection against his ass, “is what on earth you’re looking for in the fridge.”
He wiggled his hips against my cock playfully. “I’m not sure. I’ll tell you when I find it.”
With his back turned, he couldn’t see the concerned look on my face that I quickly buried when he turned around, hugging a jar of spicy pickles. “Found it!” he said, giving me a quick kiss before he went to the stove and started making… Actually, I had no idea what monstrosity he was making with the dubious assortment of ingredients he had laid out on the counter.
“Can I help?” I offered, because that was what mates did. They committed themselves to abetting any crime their mate committed, even against our own taste buds.
