Page 101 of Immortal Throne

EPILOGUE

Ibounced on top of Ryker as he filled every inch of me, and I loved it. There was something about Hell that lowered the inhibitions and turned me into this siren, this creature, this queen.

And Ryker worshiped me for it.

His arms came around me and I squealed as he reversed our positions. Tossing me down onto my stomach and spreading my legs before spearing through me. His large hand came down in a hard whack on the side of my ass. I moaned at the contact.

He proceeded to spank the other side—symmetry, after all—and rode me until I lost the capacity for rational thought.

I didn’t remember my own name by the time we were done but apparently Ryker did. After he came, moaning my name, he pulled out with a kiss to my cheek and one last spank for the road.

“Come on,” he urged. “We’ve got to get going.”

I rolled on my back with a groan, still feeling him written on my insides and enjoying the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

“We don’t have to rush,” I told him.

“Yes, we do.”

He shot me a look over his shoulder that said I was being crazy.

“We’re the monarchy. We’re royalty. Things will start when we say they start.” I wanted to bask in the afterglow, but despite my words, he had a point. We couldn’t delay proceedings because I relished my orgasm.

If I pushed the matter, Ryker would support it though. He certainly never complained when I pounced on him, full of need. It was one of the things I loved most about him—the way he indulged me. I would’ve never expected that type of behavior from him when we first met. Love made fools of us all, didn’t it? At least, it did with me.

I leaned up on my elbows to watch Ryker as he strode naked across our room to get dressed. Honestly, I could stare at that ass all day.

Eventually, I roused myself out of bed and met him across the room. He stole a searing kiss before pushing me toward the bathroom.

“Get cleaned up, my queen. We have an audience waiting.”

Queen. He called me his queen. It was an upgrade from princess, for sure, and it was growing on me.

But as much as I didn’t want to stop our fun, I knew he was right. The duties of the Underworld never ceased.

Less than twenty minutes later, I sat on the throne with Ryker by my side. His fingers laced through mine and the look on his face told me we’d pick up where we left off as soon as possible.

A throat cleared. I glanced to the left and Zane caught my gaze, a jerk of his head urging me to pay attention to the petitioners rather than my king.

I rolled my eyes at my friend. Zane could be such a stickler sometimes, but he was a great guard, and I knew better than to ignore his warnings at this point. The crown had become heavier since I first put it on, although I was lucky. I had people there to advise me, to guide me, and make sure I didn’t mess up beyond repair.

It was the first time in anyone’s working memory there had been two Lucifers on the throne, and although it took the court a bit of time to get used to it, one spearing look from Ryker had all naysayers falling silent.

Good.

I’d hate to kick their asses.

“Fucking uncomfortable,” Ryker muttered, adjusting his seat and pointing down at the velvet beneath us.

I patted his cheek. “Maybe you’re just getting old.”

He scoffed. “Maybe you need to watch that mouth of yours.”

Our gazes locked and an awareness snapped between us. Instantly, I knew exactly what he’d like to watch my mouth do.

My smile stretched from ear to ear and somehow, miraculously, we made it through the first round of petitioners without mishap. I might have almost swallowed my tongue a few times but the two of us managed. Even Zane looked relieved when he nodded, calling a pause to the proceedings.

“How many hours does this go on, again?” I asked him with a wince.

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