21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

SERA

Mission Seduce The Douche is going well.

But not as well as peering into Ender's soul and gathering all the splintered parts of him.

I hug these pieces to me, intent on proving that he's not broken and perfect the way he is.

We all are— he taught me that.

If only the man could take his own advice, but I think Denine will be more than pleased.

I quickly shove the thought of my aunt out of my head-now is not the time—and refocus on Ender.

Who knows how long he'll let me explore before he takes over again.

His body is a work of art, all sculpted muscle and smooth skin.

The color is such a pretty dusky purple, bordering on gray.

I've never seen him wear a shirt—not that I'm complaining.

The expanse of his chest encased in the bright white of his ribs never fails to arrest my gaze.

All of him is intriguing but his cock…it's positively mouthwatering.

As long as my forearm and coiled like a snake in a perfect ringlet.

Along the length runs a seam of triangles that bend when I run my finger over them.

Already I'm imagining what they'll feel like inside of me.

Ender moans at this, and I shoot him a wicked smirk before dropping down to taste his cock.

The tip weeps pre-cum, the pearly drop nearly holographic in color.

So pretty.

I lick it off, coating my tongue with his essence while he gives a feral hiss.

Not salty like a human but sweet, almost like almaberries.

"Stop thinking of other men!"

His harsh command makes me jerk back, and I laugh.

"Jealous?"

"Immensely."

Why this fills me with joy, I have no idea. Goodness knows I wouldn't want him to make me feel jealous.

But I don't question it right now, intent on getting a better taste of my mate's cock.

My mate.

I never saw myself as having one, but now, I couldn't imagine my life without Ender.

He fills a void inside of me that I didn't even realize was there.

Feeling mischievous, I curl my wings inward until they cup Ender's length.

They stroke around the twisted mass of his cock until both of us are panting.

"I need to be in you."

For once, I don't argue. I crawl up Ender's body until I'm sitting in his lap.

The shredded mess from my pants brushes against him, and he sends out another blast of magic that rids me of my clothes, too.

"Better," he grunts, reaching up to cup my breasts.

I bite my lip and arch my back, grinding my ass against him in wanton invitation.

Ender finally takes the hint and flips me over, tucking his wings around us until all I can see is the iridescent black of his feathers.

They're beautiful, just like him, and I reach out to trace a hand down his beak when he positions himself at my entrance.

"Ready?"

I've been ready.

He nods, acknowledging my thought before pushing the tip of his cock inside of me.

A part of me wasn't certain how it would work, considering the shape, but he slides into me with ease.

The triangular spines brush against my walls, and I clamp down against the rush of need flooding me.

Ender growls, taking his time so that I can adjust to his girth.

I'm slippery from my own arousal, but his cock also seems coated with something to help ease him in.

"Slip—male Nephilim secrete it through our spurs," Edner says.

I assume spurs must be the trilateral seam that curls around his length.

"It also acts like an aphrodisiac as your pussy soaks it up."

Say what?

As if I need anything more to heighten my arousal—I already feel like I'm about to combust.

Every time the Teraphim plunges another inch deeper inside of me, he pulls two out.

Taunting me.

Teasing me.

Until finally— finally —he bottoms out, his balls nestled against my ass.

He pauses for a moment, not moving, just letting us be connected.

And just when I'm about to beg him to move, Ender yanks back before slamming back into me.

Hard.

My eyes roll back, and I cry out at the perfection of him using my body.

The corkscrew shape of his cock twists and winds with every thrust, hitting a different spot every time.

His spurs slide back and forth against my clit as Ender drives into me, and I'm racing to come.

But does he let me?

DOES HE FUCKING LET ME?!

No.

Just as my pussy starts to flutter, Ender freezes, my orgasm dancing out of my grasp.

"Dammit, Ender!"

"Oops," he croons unapologetically.

Of all the dickish things—

"Let me make it up to you."

I glare—or try to—but he begins to fuck me in earnest again.

My resentment melts away in the face of the ecstasy coursing through my veins.

And when I reach my peak, Ender doesn't stop.

Probably because I might've actually murdered him.

My voice grows hoarse as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.

When I come back down, Ender's coiled length is still rock hard.

"Round two."

Fuck, maybe he's trying to kill me .

How the man even has the stamina to keep going when I'm nearly drowning in my own sweat is beyond me.

But he does.

He wrings two more orgasms before shooting so deep inside of me that I come again.

Five times.

Ender made me come five fucking times.

Was he going for some record that I'm not aware of?

Either way, he wins.

"Good," he purrs into my wings, collapsing on top of me.

"Not good. I don't think I'll ever walk again!"

"Then I'll just have to carry you everywhere."

As if to prove this point, he lifts me into his arms and into the bathroom.

My legs feel like they're made of jelly when he sets me into the healing waters of his pool.

After I'm done, he gets in—the first time I've seen him use it since I've been here.

Ender lets me dry his long, black hair and then shows me how to vibrate my wings until all the water beads off of them.

Surprisingly, it doesn't turn me on at all, but I might be too exhausted.

We go back to his bed, hand in hand, and Ender tugs me down onto the bed, curling his body around mine.

"You have no idea how long I've dreamed of holding you like this."

"Probably not as long as I've dreamed of you fucking me," I tease.

He snorts.

"Doubtful."

"Can we go back to The Valley of Souls tomorrow, please?"

"Why? So you can report to your aunt about your seduction skills?"

I blush, even though I know Ender is just playing with me.

"No—maybe. She'll pry it out of me, but I won't give her any details."

"Thank the death gods."

"I want to talk to the other souls. We need to figure out what's keeping them all from crossing. Oh, and you need to show me how to use my powers."

"Bossy little thing, aren't you?"

"You're just realizing this about me now?"

"I figured I was the bossy one."

"Sometimes. It's funny, you and me. We're like two halves of the same coin, both experiencing each other's flaws while helping one another overcome them."

"That's what mates are supposed to do, though."

"Then I'm lucky to have you as mine," I whisper, burying my head in his chest.

"I'd say that I'm the lucky one, but I guess I'll compromise and just agree that we both are."

"That's the core of any relationship—when the people within it come to a mutual agreement that betters them both."

"And have you been in many relationships?"

"First off, you've been in my head, and you already know the answer to that. Second off, like we're even going to talk about anyone in my past. I tease about killing people, but you might actually do it."

"I might," he agrees with a naughty grin.

"You're such a bad man."

"And you're such a good girl."

"Sometimes."

Ender laughs.

"I would be sad if it were all the time."

"So you admit that you like my snark?!"

"I admit to nothing…except that I love you—with all my heart."

My own does a flip as I trace a finger down his chest, my eyelids growing heavy.

I love you, too, I whisper in my mind.

As I drift off to sleep, I wait for Ender to demand how I can be sure that I love him, just as I did to him.

But he doesn't, I realize it's because he hears it. He knows that I mean every word of my declaration because he can feel my heart.

Just like I can now feel his.