Her head turned away as the overwhelming presence of him consumed her. He put his palm to her throat, firmly guiding her sight back to his severe face.
“You look at me when I’m fucking you,” he warned. His words weren’t angry, they were hungry.
Her gaze spoke of the same carnal need as she did as instructed.
He moved deeper inside as her body submitted to his claim. The growl he released was purely primal.
“Theo, I... it’s too much. I don’t think you can fit.”
His smoldering eyes burned into her. “We fit perfectly, Helaina, but I’ll stop if you tell me to.”
She pulled him in for a hard kiss at that. He always knew what she needed. To hear she had control in this.
“Keep going.” She let her legs fall to the sides as he sank deeper.
“Look how well you take me.”
She tilted her head to watch, earning another growl from him. She cried out as he filled her. She gripped his biceps and reared up, digging her nails into his skin.
He hissed. “Those have gotten sharper.”
She didn’t look, didn’t change focus. She sank her teeth into his shoulder as if she were trying to keep herself grounded. He let out a rapturous roar, then began making light, sensual strokes. The muscles in his arms flexed. “Fuck. What have you done to me?”
She squeezed his arms tighter as his pumping became rhythmic.
She released his skin from her teeth and craned her head downward again to watch his length gliding in and out of her. He delicately placed his hands around her neck, keeping her pinned to that position.
“You are a wicked little thing. Do you like watching me own you?” His thrusts became depraved and uninhibited. Just as she had requested, he restrained nothing as he plunged his length in her fully. The only response she gave was a cry. She was so close again.
“Let go for me,” he commanded.
His pace became brutal as her second orgasm came crashing down. Theo found his own pleasure, spilling inside her.
He stayed there, caging her in with his arms as both of them tried to catch their breath.
He kissed her damp forehead as they both came back down to earth.
As soon as she could breathe, she pulled his face to hers. “Again, I need you again.”
He grinned. “So demanding, I wonder if you’ll be this insatiable when you return.” He claimed her lips and did what she asked of him.
Delaying the impossible task ahead of them a little while longer.
CHAPTERFIFTY-NINE
Callum sat in the dungeons, dangling one leg off a boulder. He hummed a familiar tune as he flipped a dagger over and over, watching it fly and fall back in his grip.
Their prisoner hung on the opposite end of the cell, covered in his own body fluids. He had soiled himself early on.
“Your mind reader saw it all. I’ve shown you everything I know already.” Balor moaned, coughing clots of blood from between his teeth. Shackles kept him upright and steady as piss dripped down his leg.
“You’re right, Balor. You did.” This was purely for the satisfaction of hearing him scream. There was no need for interrogation tactics when they had Manos.
Balor’s mind had revealed they had been using celestial stones to get their undead beasts across the border, small crystals that possessed a magic similar to Callum’s. Where they got them, Balor didn’t know. The body count they accumulated was astronomical. Balor’s small brain didn’t hold all the pieces to their plan, but he had divulged enough.
An undead army was coming, commanded by the Hell Gods themselves.
Manos had also found it had been Balor who delivered the near-fatal blow to Aaron’s chest. That fact had prolonged his suffering.
