Page 26 of The Satyr's Wood

He grinned at her words. How delicious. Glancing toward the goblins, he gave a sharp nod, and the males chuckled with delight as the hauled the male away. With vengeance taken care of, Barbasa felt a sense of calm return to him as he slowly lifted Tiffany up from the corpse and leaned her back against his belly as he continued to leisurely grind into her with every twitch of his cock. The whole front of her was smeared with the creature’s black blood but somehow that was even more erotic that he would have guessed.

He petted her breasts and belly, painting in the blood as he peered down into her face with adoration. “I was never so afraid than waking up to find you gone,” he admitted in a low voice. “I could not survive in that moment. I could not breathe. It is a miracle that the taint did not just turn me into a monster instead of giving me the strength that I needed to find you. One thingis for certain, I will never take for granted having you. You are mine,” he whispered huskily as he pressed a kiss into her hair. “And I will tear this world apart to keep you.”

“Well, you did tear apart a monster with your bare hands and burn down the city from the smell of it so I would say that you are as good as your word on that one,” his female chuckled, her laughter making her cunt pulse around him in the most delightful way.

“It will consume the labyrinth soon too,” he admitted. “It needs to go. Such depravity never should have been recreated by men.”

“Good,” she whispered as she sagged against him. “Thank you for coming for me.”

“I will always come for you,” he promised roughly around emotion strangling his throat with its rising strength. Turning her head with one hand, he pressed against her brow. “My mate, my heart, my love. I love you. My heart is yours for the rest of our days,” he rasped.

At his confession, a beatific smile stretched across her face and there was a shimmer of something that looked suspiciously like tears in her eyes.

“Thank fuck because I love you to,” she breathed as she fully relaxed on top of him. Her head eyes roamed lovingly over him as she grinned. “So, are we now thoroughly claimed?”

His own answering smile lit his face. “That we are. There’s no going back.”

“Once again, thank fuck,” she sighed as she twisted sideways on his lap, changing the penetration of his cock in a new exquisite way as she wound her arms around his neck to hold him close. “Because I don’t think I can ever let go.”

Sinking into her embrace, he smiled as he pumped up into her with renewed vigor, finally feeling at peace and at home as the taint withdrew and settled so deeply within him that hecould not even feel its presence. “Nor I. I could be stuck together with you like this for eternity,” he teased giving a subtle twitch of his hips so that his cock pulled deliciously where it was seated deep within her.

Tiffany moaned in reaction and punched him lightly in the shoulder, drawing a sharp bark of laughter from him.

“Don’t even joke like that,” she wheezed through her own laughter. “As much as I love having you buried within me, that would get awkward after a while.” She smiled up at him fondly. “And besides, separation gives us all the more excuse to do it again and again.”

Grinning down at her, he lowered his head to brush her lips with his as he rocked his hips, drawing twin gasps from them. “I like the way you think, my mate.”

He couldn’t wait to repeat it all again—after they were far from the human town, he reluctantly acknowledged as he gently lifted her from his cock and settled onto her feet. His gaze immediately dropped to his aroused shaft, and he gave it a pained look that made his mate laugh. Grinning up at her, he rose to his feet as well and took her hand in his as they left the labyrinth and the stench of the decaying city behind them.

The gods truly must have smiled on him to give him, a cursed and tainted male, a gift that he hadn’t dared to dream of having again. Whispering a thank you to whatever deity was listening, he clutched her hand tight and vowed to revel in the destruction of anyone who tried to take her from him.

Epilogue

Tiffany stared into the quiet depths of the forest. A fox flashed past and then another but as they had developed an odd alliance with the reynard whose territory bordered theirs in anticipation of creating a safe environment for their offspring growing in her belly, the dire wolves ignored them as Eesha and Ashel lay sprawled on either side of her. Regardless, neither of them was heading toward her and so she watched them curiously as their sleek red and black bodies moved with a liquid grace between the trees. She wished she possessed the acute senses that the fae seemed to have because she stood there clueless while the reynard’s scouts took off to investigate and her own mate had gone off in that same direction just moments earlier.

There was something there that had the bitter smell of singed air from a fire. There were a few times she believed that she heard the faint echo of screams. They sounded almost ghostly coming through the trees, but Tiffany was certain that if her mate was the source then whomever was screaming had done something to well deserve them. Her mate tolerated a lot, even people passing through the edges of his territory again now that they were mated and settled comfortably. Ever since he rescued her from town, his taint seemed completely under his control, moving only to feed into and utilize his voracious appetite for her... and she certainly had no complaints. If he was killing someone, it was necessary, and she had little pity for his prey. So she waited patiently within the deep protection of their woods until she caught sight of her mate moving among the trees.

Though blood was splattered over him, the steely look in his eye warmed at the sight of her as she hurried toward him. She didn’t even mind the blood that smeared over her as threw herself into his arms. What was blood between lovers and matesanyway? Besides she had long become desensitized such things after being fucked on a corpse which was still oddly her fondest memory.

“What was it?” she whispered.

He smirked and chuckled. “Dead meat.” His smile widened, his yellow eyes glinting. “Those other males who were chasing you apparently worked out the fact that they had been tricked by your townspeople and returned. They had even returned with fire; I suspect with the intention of burning down my territory with the thought of scaring you out. My guess is that they had concluded that you had taken refuge and are hiding here.” A satisfied sigh drifted from between his lips. “I destroyed them. I pulled the flesh from their bones and cracked open their skulls before severing limbs entirely.”

She squinted up at him. “You didn’t eat any of them, did you?”

Barbasas shivered and shook his head with a sneer of disgust as he gave her an incredulous look. “No, of course not. I was not that far gone to the taint.”

Grinning up at him, she stood up on her toes and dragged his head down by his broken horn to peck a kiss on his blood splattered lips. She still couldn’t believe that he had broken it off to make an improvised dildo which he had later lovingly carved and now hung beside their bed in the cabin

“Just checking,” she teased. “I don’t mind a bit of blood but that would have been a bit much. Blood can be cleaned but I prefer not to taste dead people on your lips.”

His mouth quirked in a sly smile that she knew well and loved as his hands skated over her rounded belly. “Do you wish to bathe me then, my queen?”

“Imightbe persuaded,” she replied, drawing the words out slowly.

With a growl, he descended upon her and plucked her up into his arms. “Then I best not let you get away,” he rumbled to her peals of laughter.

Settling within his embrace, she let her monstrous mate and protector carry her away. There was pleasure and joy that awaited her at the hands of her beloved mate... and a particularly lovely cock of epic proportions that put to shame every fantasy. Her mate truly was everything she ever wanted and more.

Pressing a kiss to Barbasa’s muscled chest, Tiffany grinned up at him. “Let’s go home.”

Home had found her, though it had a funny way of coming about. Thank the gods, however, that it had.

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