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“Ah!” His masculine groan vibrated deep in my flesh, letting the burn around my hole morph into a warm tingle. “Yes, my woman likes this. Look how nicely you’re spreading your cheeks wider, taking me so deep. So good.” He stroked into me with quickening thrusts, spreading my hole wide, letting a second pulse pound around my nymph. “Mmm, come apart on my cock. Let your ass clench around my length. Yes, like that. I’ll leave a nice load of seed deep in your belly.”
Gradually, the hunger at my core roared into something ravenous—as did my disgust, mostly for myself. No, I couldn’t possibly enjoy the demon’s cock up my arse.
Yet I arched my back, bracing the hides each time he pumped into me, his voice ragged around each satisfied sound forming at the back of his throat. Heavens, the need in those hands that gripped me with bruising strength, the unrestrained way he pounded into me, the shifting of the muscles on his stomach when I glanced back—
A tingle crested toward my nymph. “No…”
“Yes, little one. Come with my length deep inside you.” The faster I shook my head, the faster he fucked me until, pushing to the hilt, he set me ablaze. “Now! Do it! Yes… how nicely you’re gripping me. Ah, take my seed, little mortal. Mmm, yes, this needy hole wants it all.”
Heat seared through my limbs, blazing along my spine, engulfing me so completely until, with the last fading flickers, it consumed all of me. Charred me to the shame in my bones, the confusion in my mind, and the gleaming embers of rage.
What had I done?
What had he made me do?
“Whatcreature are you?” I asked, my voice strained.
“I am your god.” The blasphemous statement didn’t register nearly as much as how he pulled out from my arse, letting a trickle of seed run down my leg. “As old as time, born from nothing, I came into existence with one purpose: to rule and rot the flesh and bone of all that lives, so I may cleanse the Earth of its remnants and command over them. Theres’s no place, my little one, where you could hide from me. Not forever.”
A curse cast by an enraged god.
What if those old tales held more truth than the priests let on? Why else would they have burned the books, eradicating any and all written proof of this god, and let time sweep away the rest?
I struggled a swallow down my throat. “So you’re no king.”
“What a predicament in terms of proper address.” He lay down next to me, pulling me against his chest as if… as if we were lovers. “Considering what just transpired between us, I believe we are beyond formalities. You may call me Enosh.”
Like the corpses in the throne. “Enosh? What does it mean?”
“Form. Some may call it appearance.” A kiss against my temple. “It is my true name.”
Chapter7
Enosh
“Snap the lass’ neck and have yer brother bind her soul.” Orlaigh lowered a tray onto a stool beside the bed, filling the room with the sweetest warm apple scent. “Ye’re even crueler if ye hold her here forever alive.”
I glanced down at the mortal sleeping beside me, muscles soaking up her warmth like a seed after an age of frost. How long since I’d last touched a woman? Nearly two centuries.
“Bound corpses make poor bedmates.” Tried it once, didn’t care for it. “I much prefer her alive and warm.”
“Already the lass sleeps at the first yawn, even if she just woke. Keep her body from decaying as time ought to and ye will slowly drive her insane.”
I combed my fingers through Ada’s blonde tresses. If my little mortal woke now, she would blink up at me with bright blue eyes. Finger stiff from an old fracture, skin scattered with scars of various sizes, and a heart that beat strong albeit with a concerning irregularity… for a god formed to perfection, her imperfections fascinated me the most.
Safe for her inherent depravity.
She’d tried to run from me.
Remnants of anger surged through my core at the memory. Fingers itched to break her neck with little more than a thought and bind her soul to her body. The dead had little interest in leaving the Pale Court. Even if they wandered, they always returned to their master.
I was Ada’s master.
Her body was bound to serve me…
… in death, yes, but who was there to judge?
I shifted closer to her, veins surging with that deep-rooted yearning to rut between her legs until bone shattered around us, setting her ablaze at her core—and myself right along with it—burning so hot together that eternity would lose its dreadful meaning.
