Page 40 of To Hell and Back
His thick cock rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings inside her pussy, driving her closer to another climax with every thrust. Her body tightened from the building pressure within her. Lost in a sea of sensation, she began chanting his name out loud and in her head.
As he continued to thrust inside her, he took her hand in his, pressing their mating marks together. Magic flared between them, and the firestorm of need ignited into a white-hot inferno as she came again. This time, she was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. When her vision began to blur, she realized the force of her climax had made her forget to breathe.
Killian let out a loud roar as came, filling her over and over again with hot, hard spurts of his semen. He ground his hips against her, prolonging both of their releases with his movements. When he collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
Since his thick shaft was still buried deep inside of her, she clenched her muscles around him. She smiled when she felt his hips flex. He nipped at her neck with his teeth in silent admonishment, but she wasn’t sorry for her actions. If anything, she wanted to do it again.
“You are mine now.”
His husky declaration filled her with happiness, but she couldn’t help teasing him. “I wasn’t aware you were such a caveman.”
He grunted in response, making her chuckle.
“But you’re my caveman.” She sighed playfully as she stroked her hands over his back. “I guess I must have a thing for ancient artifacts.”
He lifted his head and opened his eyes to glare at her. “Did you just call me old?”
“Older than me.” She laughed, then sucked in a surprised breath when she felt him harden inside of her. “Oh, wow. At least age hasn’t affected your stamina.”
He let out a vicious curse that only made her laugh again. And when he captured her mouth again in a brutal kiss, she welcomed him with equal fervor.
She couldn’t decide whether it was purely fate or her magical luck that had brought Killian into her life. Whatever it may be, she was eternally grateful for the second chance she had been given to live a happy life with her mate. Together, they had defied the odds, and now they were bonded by a love that even death couldn’t deny.
Epilogue
Life didn’t getmuch better than this.
Or Seneca should have said that her second chance at life couldn’t get much better.
From her view from the balcony of their bedroom, she watched the chaos unfolding below her with a fond smile. All the people she loved had gathered at the villa today to attend her wedding to Killian.
Although they were already bonded mates, he’d wanted to exchange vows with her in the traditional human ceremony after her mother had mentioned how much she had been looking forward to it. Her dad had been sad about not being able to walk her down the aisle, though he had stated he understood there wasn’t a need for a wedding between mates.
Through their bond, Killian knew that Seneca had also been looking forward to having a wedding one day. Because of that, he had decided to throw an extravagant one for her on their estate in Italy.
In the month since they had met, Seneca had realized that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Being mated to a dark god certainly did have its perks. At first, she had been a little freaked out about how he always seemed to know what she wanted before she even had a chance to think about it, but she had gotten used to him reading her mind.
Sharing their minds was as easy as breathing since they had bonded, but she still wasn’t used to exploring his memories. He’d been alive a lot longer than her, so it would take time to sort through all of his past experiences. He helped her by sharing any information she needed, which made her training process a whole lot easier.
Learning magic had become a bigger priority for her since they had completed their mating bond. Killian was teaching her how to use her new god powers, but he couldn’t help her understand a lot of the fundamentals since he simply did them without thinking about it. She wanted to properly learn some of the basics to make sure she didn’t accidentally hurt anyone so they had arranged for her to take some classes at the magical academy at Trifecta University.
Killian had been true to his word, purchasing a property in Mystic, Colorado close to Trifecta University so Seneca could continue her studies. The large condo he had bought them was modern and stylish, but it was nothing compared to their villa. They didn’t spend much time there anyway. They merely used the condo as a stopping point since the double doors to one of the closets was actually a portal back to their real home.
Seneca had decided to wait until her parents had visited her at school the weekend after her birthday to tell them the whole extraordinary tale of her rebirth. She had been nervous about introducing Killian to her parents, but they had loved him as soon as they met him. In fact, she had been a little taken aback by how easily they had accepted him until she remembered her parents loved the unusual and strange.
They had taken the news about her rebirth well at first, but they had exploded into a fit of rage once she had told them about Clara and Mark’s involvement. Her father had wanted Killian to go find them and kill them then and there, while her mother had asked him to torture them for a few decades first.
Their responses made Seneca laugh and filled her heart with joy. She had always known her parents loved her, but their fierce reactions proved that they would always choose to protect her above anything else.
After a long debate, they decided on another plan of action to deal with Clara and Mark. Killian had searched up an ancient spell of misfortune that had ensured they would have nothing but bad luck for the rest of their days. Seneca had thought that was quite fitting considering their obsession with her lucky magic.
An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a hard body she knew as well as her own. Killian leaned down to press his lips against the base of her throat, then he whispered, “You look absolutely delicious, mate.”
Dressed in a beautiful strapless gown made of black lace and champagne tulle and satin, she felt like a gothic fairy princess. The tight corset emphasized her small waist and full breasts, and the layered skirt had tiny gems that had been added to it that shimmered in the light. She had included black lace gloves to the ensemble and had swept her long silver blonde hair partially up with a black cocktail hat with netting instead of a traditional veil.
Since her godhood upgrade, her hair had turned a shimmering silver that matched her glowing silver eyes. She had to use her magic to dim the glow whenever she was around humans. She also had to use her magic to cut her hair since every time she woke up, the long locks were back to being waist-length.
“You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony,” she teased.
