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“Stubborn creature. You refuse to make anything easy, don’t you—”
“Please, Ashen. Please,” I say, letting the word and its heavy note of desperation thicken the air between us. “I need you to fuck me until the only realm I know exists is the pleasure you give me. I need my demon to hit every deep and hidden spot until he fills me. I need my Master of War to rage a battle on my body. I’mbeggingyou.”
“Was that truly so hard, wife?” Ashen asks, his breath spilling across my ear. His cock is back at my entrance, pressing to the seam of my body once more.
“Yes, actually.”
“Good. After the hellish night of need you put me through refusing me a single word, you deserve a little punishment, a little justice.” He teases me again, withdrawing his touch as a cry climbs my throat, demanding to be let free even though I won’t let it. “But I am merciful. And you already know I can deny you nothing. If it’s a battle you want, I will give it to you.”
Ashen slides into me with a brutal thrust. That cry of need that was clawing free of my chest unleashes as a sound of relief. Ashen withdraws completely and slams in again. And again. And again. He wraps my braid around his fist and pulls my head back until my spine is bowed. His other hand grips my shoulder until the sharp points of my armor dig into his palm and the scent of blood rises in the air. The thrusts come impossibly harder, my sex aching for the release that’s starting to build like a storm of fireworks in my nerves.
“Say that word I like so much, vampire,” Ashen grits out as he gives a delicious tug on my hair. “And make it pretty.”
My pussy clenches in fluttering waves as the vicious thrusts hit deep within me. “I want to come with you. I want to feel you spilling into me. I need you to bring me release.Please. Husband.”
Every nerve seems to explode in my body as I come apart. My body grips tight to Ashen’s as though it’s unwilling to ever let go. I cry out his name, each one of his strokes rubbing against my G-spot and drawing the orgasm out, making every second feel like a wave of euphoria sucking me under until I drown in it.
“You can come once more, my Queen. And if you ask nicely, I will fill you.”
I whimper as the next orgasm already starts to build deep in my core. Ashen pistons into me with the full length of his erection and picks up the pace. His hips slam into my ass. He tears my panties off with a snap that bites my skin and makes me gasp, ratcheting up my desire. His balls slap my clit with every punishing thrust.
“Words, vampire,” Ashen grits out as he tries to hold his own release back.
“Fuck,” is all I can manage.
His fist tightens on my hair, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hip. “More.”
“Fucking fill me, Ashen. Please…I can’t…” I can’t hold back any longer as my release breaks me apart, filling my head with pressure, deafening me to the sound of Ashen’s roar. My blood thunders through my veins as he pulses in the depths of my sex, filling me with heat. The mark on my chest tingles with an electrical current. My darkened vision returns with sparkling stars in the peripheral shadows as Ashen’s thrusts slow. I’m breathless, boneless. Even after Ashen’s gentling strokes finally stop, we still don’t move, trying to regain control over our galloping hearts.
When our breath comes back to us, Ashen pulls out, and the weight of everything we’re about to face seems to creep closer in the dark corners of the room. He cleans me with gentle strokes of a soft towel, pressing a kiss to my hip when he’s done. We dress in silence. I lace up my leathers and strap mykaikenon my thigh, then pull on my boots. I watch as Ashen straps on his armor, then turns to me. His dark smile banks the embers of worry that seem to flare brighter in my chest with every moment that passes.
“I’m under no illusions about who just conquered who, wife,” Ashen says as he holds mykatanaaloft, the brightening glow of his knuckles reflecting on the midnight sheets. “Now let’s go win a war.”
CHAPTER32
Ionce again stand on the dais in the Kur with jizz stuck to my legs.
I shift a little on my feet. My skin tugs where the jizz glues it to my leathers and I groan a little in irritation. “You missed some of your spunk, Reaper,” I whisper to Ashen as he stands to my right, looking over the demons standing before us.
“At least you’re wearing pants this time,” he whispers back.
We fall into silence as theShub Lugalfile into the assembly hall of the Kur, fanning out behind the audience of demons who shift their attention among those of us on the dais. Most linger on the injured angel, their expressions distrustful. I scent the musk of fear in the room.
When the soldiers are standing at attention, Cyrus moves to the front of the platform. “Hail Queen Leucosia,” his voice booms across the hall.
“Hail Queen Leucosia,” the Shadow Realm replies.
It still feels strange to me to hear that, but maybe a little less so now than it did in the beginning. I’ve come to realize that it’s not like a piece of armor that you just put on and it fits. It has to settle over your skin. The links take time to unfold and shift into place. It’s a gradual process to absorb what I’ve taken, and for it to become a part of me.
And now I finally feel ready to wear it. I have to be.
I step forward to the front of the dais. “Shadow Realm,” I say, letting my voice carry over the crowd and echo to the heights of the vaulted ceiling that pierces the fog. “We have gathered you here because the Nephilim have come for the Realm of Light.”
The murmurs swirl from the audience. I let them whisper for a moment as their fiery gazes shift toward the wounded angel on the stage.
“I know what you’ve been led to believe, that the Realm of Light is our enemy. I know many of you question why we should care what happens to the home of theanunnaki.But this was not always the way. It is the deception you’ve been fed over millennia, and all the while both sides were puppeted against one another, until the whisper of war became a shout. We all believed we could take from one another and stand on our own as the world crumbled around us. We believed in good,” I say, holding the hexagonal pendant of the Realm of Light in my left palm, the chain dangling from my hand, “versus evil.” I raise the square of the key to the portals of the Shadow Realm.
The whispers of the crowd rise again as I fit the gems of the two pendants together. I feel them slide into place together between my hands. I press my palms tight and twist the two halves in opposite directions. There’s a click as they lock to one another and a burst of wind surges from behind me, nearly forcing me to steady myself with a step forward. The audience gasps, some of them stepping back, knocking into one another, the flames in their eyes growing brighter as they take in the sudden portal. I turn, meeting Aloros’s eyes for an instant as I pivot to see the rupture of the realms behind me. There’s a section of the air that looks torn and filled with still water, the edges glowing with tiny flickers and flares of light. Beyond, I can see part of an empty art studio, abandoned canvases and paints lit with the flickering glow of flames beyond the windows.
