Page 13 of Give a Devil his Due
“Asshole.” My mate pants, her nails digging into my chest.
Seeing this is not giving me what I want more than anything, so I flip us around again, this time pulling out of her completely. Her protests and threats echo around us until I turn her around, lifting her ass in the air and sinking inside her with one hard thrust. The quivering flesh before me has a red handprint where my palm connected with it, and the tingling in the base of my spine intensifies. Anchoring her with one hand on her hip, I wrap my fingers around her hair and tug it back until she can almost see me if she looks up.
“Say it.”
“Yours,” Hel screams, pushing back for all she is worth. “I’m yours.”
All rational thought leaves my mind, and I piston fast enough that my groin and thighs are stinging from the force of it. Helena’s deep, guttural moans mix with my snarls in the otherwise silent room. Not a second too soon, her channel clenches around me so tight I can’t keep pumping inside her. And I explode. My cock swells and jerks, spurting stream after stream into my mate. Bright lights and stars dance behind my closed eyelids, and I shake on my feet while my roar rattles the windows of the room. Helena’s scream and incoherent words join it.
After what feels like a split second and an eternity later, she goes limp in my arms, and I sag over her, my forehead pressing between her shoulder blades. The jackknifing of my heart matches hers as we both gasp for air, thoroughly spent. Sweat covers our bodies, and our skin sticks everywhere we touch while I press featherlight kisses any place I can reach.
“Holy shit, Eric,” my mate huffs, turning her head to the side so I can kiss along the line of her jaw. “That was—”
“The best orgasm you’ve ever had?” My words are muffled and raspy.
“I was going to say amazing, but sure, let’s go with that.” She laughs weakly, shaking her head at me. “We don’t want your arrogant ass to get a pin and explode your head now, now do we?”
My chuckle is rewarded with a carefree giggle. I haven’t heard her laugh like this since we returned to the human realm, and it loosens the tightness in my chest. Keeping my cock still inside her, I lift Hel in my arms and stretch out on the bed, holding her to my chest. She wiggles slightly before settling, and a sigh puffs out from her swollen lips. I brush her hair off the side of her face with my chin and press us cheek to cheek.
“I love you.” I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs with her scent. Well, our scent to be exact, which fills the room with both of us and the musky tinge of sex.
“I love you too, Eric.” Hel’s voice cracks with emotion. “So much.”
My arms tighten around her.
“Listen, I know that for whatever reason, what I said earlier it makes you happy. Knowing you, it’s probably some arrogant male ego thing you have going on, but that’s not important.” She rasps her nails over my arm. “Your and Raphael’s lives being tied to mine presents a bit of a problem.”
“I fail to see this problem, love.” Eyes closing, I enjoy the gentle scratching she does over my forearm. “All I can think of is the fact that you won’t be rushing head-first into a fight anymore. Not if you know that anything happening to you will affect us. As much as I admire that you care so much, sometimes I think you do so more for others than yourself.”
“Wow, I did not see that one coming.” Her dry tone told me she did in fact expect to hear those exact words.
I frown.
“Let me enlighten you so I can screw up your post-sex bliss.” With a strained chuckle, she stops scratching my skin. “It’s not that it only affects the two of you if I get hurt. You see, if the two of you dumbasses jump in to protect me like you are known to do and you get injured in the process”—Dread spread through me in a wave—“I am injured too.”
Hel is as stiff as a board in my arms, and I’m wound up so tight I can break in half if I try to move a muscle. The need to find the Fates and rip them limb from limb is so overwhelming I jerk away from my mate, my cock protesting when it slides out of her heat. Jumping off the bed, I start pacing back and forth, my fingernails scraping my scalp.
“No,” I spit out in anger. “No fucking way, Hel. We need to find the Fates and fix this.” The room feels too small, and there is not enough air to fill my lungs.
Helena turns around, propping her head on one hand to watch me pace. “Did I tell you how pretty your cock is?” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Like really pretty. Picture worthy.”
That freezes me for a second before I glare at her. “This is not a fucking joke.”
“I’m not joking, Eric. I’m dead serious.” She gives me a pointed stare at the still-hard erection bobbing at my groin. “Beautiful.”
“Get dressed. We need to talk to Raphael.” Finding my pants, I snatch them, stabbing my feet in the legs.
Helena shakes her head but doesn’t argue. We dress in silence while I try my best not to lose my shit. In the back of my head, I am well aware of how big of a hypocrite this makes me, but I have no time to dwell on dumb shit. Hel is in more danger this way than any other time since the jinn decided to fuck with us.
I’ll be damned if I let them take my mate without doing everything I can to stop them. The feathered prick better help me in this, or I’ll pluck his wings.
Fates or not, they can be killed, too. I hope.
Helena
Ilearned that when Eric gets adamant about something, I have two options in dealing with him: stand back and let him exhaust himself before I maneuver him in the direction I need him to go or threaten to stab him. The latter worked like a charm most of the time. He still remembers when I shot him in the ass when we first met. Okay, fine, it was the upper thigh.
Definitely one of my finest moments, if I can say so myself.
