I don’t need to be told twice.
I lift her against me, and she goes weightless in my arms as I flip her around so her back is facing Nyx. A pleasurable shiver runs through her body as she wraps her legs around my hips,settling her core right above my twitching cock. Nyx moves in behind her a beat later, his hands sliding down her spine, over her ass, his touch slow and claiming.
“Do you want him inside you?” Nyx murmurs against her ear. “Do you want him to fill your pretty pussy?”
“Y-yes,” she stutters, her head falling back against his chest. “God, yes.”
Dipping down, I claim her mouth in a slow, devouring kiss, swallowing every soft sound she makes as I press the head of my cock against her entrance. “Tell me,” I growl against her lips. “Say you want my cock. Tell me how much you want me to breed you.”
“I want your cock,” she gasps. “Please, Rhune. Please, fill me.”
I push inside her in one long, unbroken stroke, and her back arches, a broken moan tearing free as she takes every inch of me. I still for a moment, buried deep, savoring the feel of her clenching tight around me, but Nyx doesn’t give either of us long to catch our breath.
He disappears beneath the surface without a word.
I feel the shift in her body a moment later. Her thighs tremble, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders as Nyx’s mouth finds her clit underwater. His tongue works in slow, torturous circles as I start to move inside her, drawing several gasping moans from Willow’s swollen lips.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “Come for us, Willow.”
She comes with a cry that echoes off the walls of the cave, her whole body seizing around me. I thrust once, twice more, and I follow her into oblivion, a low groan exploding from my mouth as my cock spills deep inside her. “Gods, yes,” I rasp. “That’s it. Take all my cum. Fucking take all of it.”
A beat later, Nyx surfaces, water dripping down his face and his mouth curved in a satisfied, feline grin. “I think she took all of it.”
“No. Not even close,” I choke, my hips twitching, pushing every last drop to the deepest part of her. “I won’t be done until she’s swollen with my pups.”
Willow lets out a whimper, her body going limp between us as she succumbs to the pleasure flowing through her. We hold her between us in the water until her breathing evens out and the last tremors fade from her limbs, and only then do we finally clean her off, working slow and careful hands over every inch of her skin before wrapping her in furs and carrying her out of the pool.
Slowly, carefully, we dry her and dress her in fresh, warm clothes, then take her back to my bedroom to rest. She’s asleep before I even lay her down.
I sit next to her in the bed of furs for a long while, just watching the rise and fall of her chest and counting the spaces between her lashes. The longer I watch, the more that the same worry I can never quite shake creeps back in.
She sleeps so much now. Too much. Nyx keeps telling me it’s fine, that her body is simply adjusting, but I’m not so sure. When I glance over at him, I catch the same crease of worry tucked into his brow that’s been living in my own chest for cycles.
Neither of us says anything, though. We’ll just have to watch her closely, monitor her health, and take the steps to heal her if she is truly ill.
Because now that I have her, there’s no way I’m losing her.
22
Willow
3 cycles later…
It’s been three cycles since Rhune, Nyx, and I officially made up in the healing pools, and I haven’t been homesick once. Between sleeping, taking care of Kevin, eating, and getting dicked down by my mate, there really hasn’t been time for me to do so—and it’s honestly freeing. This strange world feels more like home with each passing moment, and it’s getting harder to remember how I was ever happy on earth. Sometimes, I wonder if I ever truly was.
While I spend my days with Rhune and Nyx, I haven’t seen much of Dravik or Cin. Cin is still locked in his room, stuck in the same trance-like state, and no one can seem to snap him out of it. Meanwhile, Dravik has spent his time outside, battling the raging storm as he looks day and night for…something.
When I asked him about it, he told me he’s felt awrongnessin the air, and he wants to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. I didn’t ask him to elaborate, and since that day,I’ve tried my best not to think about what Dravik might find out there.
It’s pretty easy not to, considering the newly formed bond between me and Rhune takes up most of my thoughts.
I’ve slowly been giving in to the bond these past few cycles, and it feels amazing. Every time we’re close, the burning under my skin eases, replaced with the most pleasant warmth. It’s euphoric. It’s everything I never knew I needed.
On top of being ridiculously sweet and attentive, Rhune is ravenous. He wants to fuck all the time—and as the cycles go by, I find myself wanting him just as much. Sometimes, I’ll wake in the middle of the night burning up from the inside, and the only thing that takes away the pain is Rhune’s touch.
It alarmed me at first, but Nyx explained that it’s the newness of the bond, and it will relax as it settles into place. I’m not sure what will happen to me if I somehow bond to another demon, but I’m hoping I never have to worry about that.
At least, that’s what I tell myself. When Nyx is touching me, licking me… I forget that I don’t want a second demon mate.
