Or the floor?
Fuck, it’s everything. The walls around us seem to shake from the force of our fucking, but I’m too delirious to care. He’s too damn perfect, feels too damn right, and even though he’s hurting me, I need him too much to ask him to stop.
“More.”
“More?” he hisses, looking vicious. One-hundred percent war demon rutting between my thighs.
I bite my lip, incisors sinking into my own flesh. “More.”
He momentarily clenches his eyes shut, expression agonized. “I’ll give you everything, female. Everything.” Every muscle flexes with his next thrust.
The bed breaks and the floor beneath it fractures.
With a harsh curse, Zen lifts me into his arms and flashes us off the bed. The world blurs and rushes past me for a second.
Then my back slams into the wall, and my male slams into me.
Power erupts from both of us. His energy encompasses me, tingling along my skin and rubbing against my hypersensitive nipples. I thrust the fingers of one hand into his hair, latching on. The fingers of the other hand embed themselves into the wall.
“More. Break me, if you have to, but give it to me!”
“Gods. How you please me,” Zen rasps. He leans in, kissing me. Hard, wet. When I suck on his thick tongue, he moans, slowing until his thrusts are shallow.
I meet him mindlessly, feeling my flesh swelling again. And something else. A hunger that’s growing unbearable. I need . . . I need his blood. “I need to drink from you. Please.”
Moaning anew, he slams into me in a deep arch, his back bowing. Another wave of energy pulses out of him, hitting the furniture and ricocheting off the walls.
The entire house groans and shakes, and a new crack appears across the floor.
He lifts me off the wall, hugging me to him tightly, before dematerializing with me out of the house.
CHAPTER 21
EVESSE
I catch a glimpse of thick, dense woods before my back is pressed against the trunk of a huge tree. Zeniel pulls out of me, leaving me squirming.
“Baby. Please. Give me your dick again.”
“Wait.” Zen lifts me by the waist until my pussy is level with his face. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”
“B-but . . .”
He nuzzles his nose into my wet mound, inhaling deep. “You’re bleeding. I want to eat you. Now, Eve.”
The once human part of me wonders if I’m really going to give him that.
My legs are shaking as I do as he asked.
The moment I’m spread for him, his lips latch onto me, his tongue licking me in one hard lap.
My back arches sharply then slams into the tree with a crack.
“Fuck.” He grabs my ass, his fingers clenching around each cheek. With a strangled cry, he rubs his entire face into me, licking and sucking me softly. “Mine. Fuck. All fucking mine.”
“Yes. Yes! Don’t stop, Zeniel! Don’t.”
His hair has come loose, and I grab onto as many strands as I can, grinding wildly into his face. The tree snaps in half behind me, the upper portion landing on the forest floor with an almost seismic bang.
We both ignore it.
Zen holds me up, groaning and gasping into my flesh as I ride his tongue. Power surges from us both—a red, black, yellow, blue, and gray whirlwind that stirs the air around me.
He pulls back, licking his lips in a feral display of lust that leaves me dangling on the edge again.
“The way you fucking taste.” One hand wraps around my lower back, nearly spanning the width of it. With his free hand, he reaches up, fisting my tit so hard that I gasp. “So beautiful.”
I rock my hips, head falling back. “Do whatever you want to me. To them. God, Zen.”
My ass meets a hard surface, and the world keeps rushing by me even after he sets me down. Damn, he can move fast.
Softly, he caresses my neck with both hands, using his thumbs to urge my head back. “Anything?”
His voice and expression are uncertain. Full of yearning. I bite my lip and nod, breathless in the face of all that masculinity. His cock juts straight out, pointing at me. My eyes drop down and lock on it, and he thrusts in my direction.
“Fuck. Yes, anything. What do you want?”
“Cup your breasts for me. Now, Eve. Do it.”
I nod and grab a breast in each hand.
He licks his lips.
He looks so hungry. For me. Fuck.
“You said I could do anything I want.” He fists his cock, the veins on his arm throbbing.
Taking a step towards me, he bends down just enough to rub his dick over the top of my breasts.
I gape, understanding dawning. “God, yes.” Leaning back, I arch my chest, moving my breasts to slide his length between them. The moment I press them back together, Zen loses it.
He grabs my neck, his other hand cupping the back of my head and holding me still. I play with my nipples, moaning into his mouth as he takes my tongue. He thrusts between my tits the whole time, pained groans hitting my lips.
“Give me your tongue, baby,” he growls. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Oh, God.” I open for him, loving the feel of his lips overwhelming mine as he laps at me.
“Gods, yes, more.” His hand tightens around my neck. The other pulls at my hair. His cock swells between my breasts.
“I think I’m going to come,” I whimper, flicking his tongue with mine.
“Yes. Fuck, Eve.” He continues thrusting between my breasts. One thrust. Two. By the third one, he’s so tense that every muscle looks on the verge of popping. “Your tongue, baby. It’s so good. Give me more.”
Moaning and gasping, I let him fuck my mouth again.
Zeniel speeds up, my reaction fueling him. His hand’s choking me, but I don’t give a damn. It’s so good. He’s so good.
“Evesse.” He jerks, cock pulsing, hot semen shooting out of the tip and hitting my chest, my neck, my chin.
“Fuck. I want that in my mouth.” I try to knock his hands away and duck down, desperate to suck the large tip of his dick. He doesn’t let me, holding me still while he continues to fuck my breasts.
“Next time. Ahh . . . fuck. Next time.” Zen’s legs shake. He lifts one to brace himself on the boulder. His thigh muscles tense and release next to me. “Oh gods, baby. Oh gods.”
He slams his hips against my chest, his head falling back in one of the most virile displays I’ve ever seen.
When he looks back down at me, despite his orgasm, he still appears restless. He bites his lip and stares down at his cum, hot all over my chest. Color trails follow him as he flashes to his knees in front of me.
Before I can say or do anything, his hands are on my tits—rubbing, smearing. Satisfaction takes over his face.
“Exactly as you should be. Covered in me.”
Dear God, does he even realize how fucking sexual he is? I push my breasts into his hands, spreading my legs nice and wide.
Zen inhales sharply. His eyes close and that pleased little hum vibrates out of him.
I gush wet between my thighs.
“You get so wet watching me come.” He leans into me, nipping my lips. “Do you want more, my female?” A tweak of my nipples. More smearing of his cum on me, until he’s all I can scent in the air. “Do you want more of me?”
“Yes.” It’s ridiculous that I still want more despite how much he’s already given, but that’s just the way of it. “Come inside me this time.”
He cranks my head to the side, exposing my neck. His tongue, wet and warm, slithers around my mating mark.
Holy shit. The sensation slashes through my womb. Pathetic little whimpers escape as my pussy seizes up.
His fangs pierce my neck at the same moment his cock spears my body, going to the hilt in one thrust.
Instant, mind-shattering orgasm. Hot tears leak from the corner of my eyes. I hear my sobs of pleasure past the sound of blood rushing in my ears.
Zen
iel growls into my neck and mounts me, forcing me down onto the boulder with his body. When he pulls back, he slides out all the way to his tip.
I dig my nails into his ass, refusing to let him leave me.
Latching onto my waist, he slams back in.
And then he keeps right on pumping, moving me back and forward to meet each of his thrusts.
He slides his incisors out of my neck. “So tight. Such a good little pussy, baby.”
“Your cock. Zeniel.”
“Tell me,” he demands. “Shit. Tell me what I do to you.”
Feverish, near-insane, I press my nose to his neck. “Feel you stretching me.” Pressing my lips to his mark, I rub them back and forth. Zen hisses, his cock throbbing so hard I feel it kick inside me. “It hurts.”
With a pained groan, he slows to stop. I sink my nails into his ass again, forcing him back, and grind my hips into him. “I love it, babe. Love how big your dick is.”
“Shit. Fuck. Baby.”
I bite into his jugular, nearly ripping off the skin where his mating mark is.
“Evesse!”
His blood is pure energy, sliding into me on a scalding current. I sink my teeth deeper, grinding against him madly, soaking in the feel of his skin all over me. His blood inside me.
His roar echoes through the forest around us.
Grabbing me by the neck, he forces me back, yanking my teeth out of his neck. Blood drips down the sides of my chin. He slams me against the boulder. It shudders beneath me, almost cracking in half.
Then he really goes to work, holding me immobile, his body in overdrive. He pistons, non-stop, until all I can feel is the slam of his cock within me.
“Mine.”
I whimper at the possessive look on his face. “Yes.”
He’s a vicious, brutal, unstoppable blur over me. In and out. Back and forth. Until the boulder falls apart and he’s forced to catch me. He lifts me against him, diving for my breasts at the same time.
His teeth cleave into my tit. Waves of power shoot up into the sky, lighting up everything around us as he comes.
I must pass out. Because one moment I’m outside getting the life fucked out of me, and the next I’m back indoors on the fluffy bed.
Zen turns me onto my side, gently smoothing my hair from my face. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, hell yes.” I feel like I might melt.
“Sleep, Evesse. You look exhausted.” I can practically hear the smirk in his tone. “Positively well-used by your male.”
Cocky bastard.
I snuggle deeper into the bed. Damn, he switched out the sheets for silk earlier and I didn’t even realize it.
“You still have way too much energy,” I say, feeling him move around. “I’m starting to feel like an epic fail.”
Zeniel chuckles and settles into the bed next to me. His massive frame nearly punches a hole in the bed, creating a dip that sucks me in. I eep! when my body practically flies into his side.
Another chuckle, the sound extremely satisfied. By the time Zen tucks me into his side, I’m pouting.
“What?” he asks.
I glance up to see him looking down at me with a lazy smile. His eyes are blue-and-gray, his cheekbones are back to normal, and his markings are gone.
Does he even realize that at one point during our lovemaking, he and Mavrak had very much been one?
I felt it.
“You’re having way too much fun with my boneless state. And like I said”—I point weakly at myself—“epic fail.”
“Epic fail? Have you lost your mind? I haven’t been this relaxed since the first days of Buddhism. Back when I was a follower of the Buddha’s and was allowed countless hours of meditation with no disruptions.” He sighs wistfully. “Zex and Cy were nowhere to be seen for centuries on Earth. As much as I love my friends, it was glorious.”
I giggle. “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea. The gods of the Hindu pantheon rarely visit Earth. Their dimension is too comfortable for them to truly leave, and their followers are so loyal that they get hit with tons of worshipping energy even all the way over there. So it was just me and Ianthen, who was actually trying to behave for a little while, and we were the only gods within a thousand-mile radius.”
No way.
“Ianthen?” I scrunch my brow and shake my head. “Ianthen was one of the Buddha’s followers?”
“Yeah. We tried to convince Dyletri to join us, but the male loves violence too much. I doubt that anything outside of his R’ma can induce calm in him. Ianthen was actually devout and he did really well with all but one of the vows.”
I can already guess, but, “Which one?”
“Celibacy.”
Bingo. “Why? ‘Cause he’s a horndog?”
Zeniel laughs. I inhale sharply, wondering if I’ll ever get used to the sight.
“Something like that. He’s a Hyren.”
CHAPTER 22
EVESSE
“A what?” I ask.
“You would consider him a werewolf. An animal shifter to be exact, but due to his genetics, his animal form is a wolf. Because of that, he can’t go more than a month or two without sex. His body needs it or he starts to lose control to his wolf side and becomes rabid. And a being with his power, rabid? Not a good thing.”
I heard everything he said, but one thing keeps repeating over and over in my head.
“A wolf?” It sort of makes sense. He’s the God of the Hunt, after all, so his being part animal isn’t that surprising. But, really? Part wolf? “Why a wolf, specifically? You said something about genetics . . .”
“His father was one.”
“Is Ianythi a wolf, too, then?”
A slight hesitation, then, “No. Not exactly. Nythi is . . . something else.”
I’ll get back to that one later. “Is anyone else I know a . . . Hyren?”
Zeniel nods. “Cyake, Zex, and Keiros, as well as their brothers, Crius, Lucifer, and Hades.”
My brain explodes. Blinking at him, I try to clarify the mess in my head. “So the triplets are werewolves, and their three other brothers? Crius is one of them . . . and Lucifer? As in the Devil? Really?”
“They all have the same father. The triplets have one mom, and Crius and his brothers have another. And trust me, it’s best not to get into it. Werewolf is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Zex’s fucked-up genetic code.”
I’m so not touching that one. Maybe later I’ll get details. Although, it’s not hard to guess. The word infidelity bangs around my noggin. “Aren’t Lucifer and Hades the kings of all evil?”
“Watch who you say that in front of. As the oldest of those three, Crius claims that title for himself. And the story you’ve heard about those two isn’t one-hundred percent accurate.”
Well, duh.
“I’m figuring that out. But back to you. My brain can’t handle the apparent overload of information that comes along with knowing our friends.”
The stare he gives me feels like a probe, going too deep. “Most humans don’t speak the way you do. Actually, most don’t think the way you do.”
My skin shrinks in on itself. A familiar, and totally unwelcome, blanket of awkwardness settles over me. An entire lifetime of being an outcast rears its head, leaving me with the uncomfortable, painful feeling of not being good enough.
“I’m weird. I know . . .”
“You’re fucking amazing,” he snaps.
I jump in his arms, staring at him in surprise.
He shifts and pegs me with a hard stare. “The fact that you aren’t like everyone else is one of the greatest things about you. Most humans spend their entire lives trying to be like each other, desperate to fit in. And for what? Most of them are, to steal a version of your term, epic failures. It takes bravery to be yourself.
“It goes against your entire brain’s basic programming to stand out from the crowd, and it’s painful. That’s another thing that you, my R’ma, have tons of. Bravery.”
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Yeah, right. If I were half as brave as he believes me to be, I’d have the guts to tell him how much he means to me. How much I love him.
But, despite his claim, I’m a pussy. So, I settle for changing the subject.
“Please finish telling me.” I flatten my hand on one of his pecs, loving how he purposely flexes it just for my pleasure. “So, you knew the first Buddha, and you and Ianthen spent time as his followers. What was that like?”
“He didn’t know I was a god. He thought I was just another man that had joined his early followers. I spent a decade traveling with him as his teachings started to spread. Ianthen stayed with us as well, although he had to break his vow of celibacy within the first two months. He did try to behave, and for a period he didn’t take as many lovers as he otherwise would have.
“After the first ten years, we had to leave. People were beginning to notice something was different about us . . . well, aside from our coloring, which was considered even more unique back then.”
With a stretch, he pulls me closer and leans back on the pillows—one long, hard line of masculinity that I’m suddenly very eager to have again.
I could go for another round, but learning more about him consumes me. I want to know everything. Every detail. I have an idea of what he went through as Mavrak. It’s Zeniel that I barely know.
“Tell me about it.”
He shrugs one big shoulder. “Ianthen and I weren’t aging. So we had to leave, as I said. But I continued to watch the Buddha’s life from afar. I was grateful that he got to live to an old age, and that he accomplished as much as he did.”
It’s kinda pathetic that the more he talks, the more I love him. I can’t tell if it’s learning about his past, or if it’s that voice of his, or if it’s simply watching the different expressions cross his face. But I’m sick. Downright lovesick and getting worse every moment I hold it in and don’t tell him.
Whole, Eve. You want him whole. He needs to know while he’s whole.
I just hope I can last until then. “You couldn’t, you know, tell him in secret what you were?”
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