6. Mayhem

6

MAYHEM

S ilky water fell onto my head like rain, and I turned, allowing the side streams to massage my back as I waited for Ember to make her move. She stood there, staring at me, her gaze caressing the length of my body before she met my eyes.

How I longed for her hands to do the same.

“What if I’m not ready to accept it?” She arched a brow, crossing her arms and drawing my attention to her hardened nipples.

Not that I needed a visual cue to her arousal. I could smell the pheromones rising to the surface of her skin, sweet and spiced, like orange blossoms and cinnamon.

With a deep inhale, I stepped out of the stream and rested a hand on the glass divider. “You don’t strike me as a woman who enjoys wasting time.”

“We both know I don’t. What’s your point?” She tilted her head, jutting out her chin in a show of stubbornness.

I exhaled sharply. “Do you not grow tired of these games?”

Her lips parted as if she would respond, but she pressed them together, screwing them to one side in an adorable manner.

“My point is we have a limited amount of time to satisfy our urges, so we should take full advantage of this glorious showering room before we must return to our quest.” I held out my hand to her.

“That’s a good point.” She slipped off her panties and placed her hand in mine.

Before she could change her mind, I pulled her into the shower and shoved her back against the glass, pressing my body to hers and pinning her arms above her head. She gasped at my forcefulness, but her hooded eyes and ghost of a smile told me she enjoyed letting go of control.

I trailed my tongue from her collarbone to her ear, nipping the lobe between my teeth. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and a breathy moan escaped her lips.

“If I had my way, I’d keep you here until our skin turned to prunes and our bodies ached from exhaustion.” I released her wrists and glided my hands down her arms to hold her face. “Then I would carry you to bed and make love to you again.”

“That sounds…” With her gaze on my lips, she inclined her chin, nearly begging me to kiss her as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “That sounds like a good time.”

“Indeed.” I took her mouth with mine, parting her lips with my tongue and tangling it with hers. My arousal grew, and I reached down to adjust it, pressing my length against her stomach. The feel of her soft skin on my shaft made me shudder, and my demon rose to just below the surface, the tips of my horns protruding from my scalp, begging me to release my natural form.

“Our team will return soon,” I whispered against her lips. “I need you with such urgency, I don’t think I can hold back.”

“It’s not…” She pressed her lips together and leaned back to look at me, sliding her fingers into my hair to caress my horns. She searched my eyes, the moment agonizingly long before she finally said, “I want you to take me. The real you.”

I stepped away from her, my brow lowering as I held her gaze, my talons extending from my fingertips as my hands morphed into their natural form. My horns grew, arching upward while my tusks lengthened. “You can’t possibly want me like this.”

“No.” She ran a finger over my sigil on her arm, making me shiver. “Not like this. Not halfway.”

My pulse quickened, my heart thudding in my chest, threatening to burst as I transformed. I grew in height and girth. My skin turned its natural shade of purple-gray, and my feet morphed into hooves. “I’ve never taken a mortal like this.”

She stepped toward me, resting her hands against my chest and peering up, into my eyes. “I’ll be your first, last, and always.”

Her quick intake of air said her words had surprised her as much as they delighted me. She ran a finger down my chest, stopping just above my cock. “But let’s get one thing straight. It’s my team. Not ours.”

A growl rumbled in my chest. With my demon free and my senses heightened, I could hold back no more. I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, pressing her back against the wall.

“You belong to me, witch. Everything you have is mine…is ours to share.” I withdrew my talons and reached between her legs, thrusting two fingers inside her.

She gasped and then moaned, her lids fluttering before she locked her gaze on mine. “That’s not…”

I moved my fingers out and thrust them deeper inside her. “You belong to me, as I belong to you. Everything I have is yours.”

I kissed her as hard as I dared in this form and pulled my fingers out to caress her clit. “We are but two halves of one being. Together, we are whole. Apart, I am nothing.”

She sucked in a shaky breath, leaning her head back against the wall and fighting to keep her eyes open. “I think… I think you’re right. I think this is right.”

She held my face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue darting between my tusks and making me lose control.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tightly as her mortal form would allow, but even with her bare skin against me, I couldn’t hold her close enough. “I love you, Ember. My soul has loved yours since the beginning of my existence.”

“I think…” She pulled back to look into my eyes. “No, I don’t think. I know I love you too. My soul loves yours.”

My knees nearly buckled beneath me. I never knew how badly I needed to hear those words until that moment. So many emotions that I couldn’t begin to define rose inside me, swirling and pulsing, tightening my throat and causing my chest to ache. Pressure built in my eyes, the overwhelming sensation of loving Ember—and being loved in return—threatening to escape as tears.

I turned her around, lest she witness my display of weakness, and grasped her hands, pressing them against the wall. My dick throbbed, aching to fill her as she leaned her hips toward me.

Pressing my tip against her folds, I rubbed the head up and down her slit, gathering moisture on my shaft before slowly sliding inside her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. We were made for each other.” She reached behind me and grasped my ass. “But I do want to watch.”

She leaned toward the far wall, and we turned as one until we could see ourselves in the mirror above the sink. Her fair skin appeared so delicate, her frame minuscule compared to mine.

“You’re magnificent,” she said, smiling at our reflection.

“You are a work of wonder.” I slid out and in, making her sigh and moan in unison.

The wall jets blasted against her, and she angled the top one away so she could lean closer to the wall. I reached around her and aimed the lower one between her legs, the sensation making her cry out in pleasure.

“Oh, gods.” She adjusted her stance, giving both me and the water better access to her center. “Do it slow.”

I followed her command, sliding in and out in slow, fluid strokes while she watched my movements in the mirror. As her breathing quickened, I increased my speed, and when she gasped and screamed my name, I slammed into her, holding her against the stream as she writhed in ecstasy.

But I wasn’t finished with her yet.

Her orgasm peaked and subsided, and she angled the jet away to lean her forearms against the wall. “Holy Hecate.”

I slipped out of her, turning her around to face me. “I love that I can make you invoke your goddess’s name with my cock.”

She laughed. “You’ve got an impressive one. Wow.”

“We aren’t finished.” I brushed her wet hair from her forehead. “I want to look into your eyes the next time you come. I can take you to the bed or do it here.”

“Here is good.” She swallowed hard.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not at all, but I might have to climb you.” She clutched my dick and stroked it twice before gripping my shoulders. “Help me up?”

“With pleasure.” I grabbed her ass and lifted her, settling her onto my shaft as she wrapped her legs around me. The sensation of her tight, velvet sheath enveloping me made me groan.

With my demon strength and her small frame, it felt as if she weighed no more than a feather. But I wasn’t sure my knees would hold me when I found my release. Ember, this witch…this goddess…loved me. The real me. I had never experienced such elation in all of my existence.

I stepped out of the shower and carried her to the countertop, never breaking our intimate union as I set her down and leaned my hands against the surface. I had to bend, due to my height in this form, but my hooves gripped the slickened tiles, giving me enough leverage to thrust into her.

Over and over.

I glanced at my reflection as I pleasured her. My pupils had turned to pinpricks, the purple in my irises rippling with gray. She slid her hands upward to caress my horns with her fingertips.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her expression turning to one of ecstasy.

“As are you.” I plunged deeper inside her, my rhythm growing stronger, faster.

She dug her nails into my back, dragging them downward as she came once more. Her sounds, her scent, her everything consumed me, and I lost myself to her.

The orgasm ripped through my body, shredding my cells and reforming them as Ember mastered me. This woman knew me. Every part of my body, every thought in my mind. She anticipated my every move, she knew me…and she loved me.

If heaven existed, I had taken up permanent residence there, right in this moment.

She ran her hands over my skin and gazed at my face, completely unafraid, unappalled at my appearance. What had I done to deserve this woman? Nothing, except to place a curse on her bloodline. What had the Fates been thinking when they wove this tapestry?

Their plan wasn’t mine to question, so I would simply enjoy it, revel in it, until the bitter end.

My breathing slowed in time with hers, and I pulled out, still resting my hands on the countertop and leaning toward her. She gazed into my eyes and smiled.

“As much as I love seeing you like this, we better put your demon away and finish our shower.” She kissed my cheeks before pressing her lips to mine. “Our team will be back soon.”