Lord of the Deep
Page 16
Chapter Nineteen
Tryton swept his hand down her throat, through the valley of her breasts, over her belly and down between her legs.
Niki moaned and thrashed beneath his seeking fingers. Her black skin gleamed like onyx in the light, covered in a thin sheen of moisture from their bath—he’d left her wet in more ways than one—for more reasons than one. Her hair was a tangle of darkness on his pillows, her body a shadowy wonder of delight.
“Let me ease you,” he breathed, rubbing his palm gently into the mound of her cunt.
“You mean tease me,” she gasped, opening her legs wider to accommodate him.
“That too,” he grinned mischievously. He traced one finger over her clit, pressing lightly.
A zing of pure sensation, like an electrical bolt, blazed through her body, from her head to her feet, making her toes curl.
“Oh fuck,” she shuddered.
“I admit that is what I had in mind.” He stroked her with his finger again, spreading the moisture of her sex over the swollen nub of flesh.
“Stop your damn teasing and give me your cock,” she yelled, straining beneath him.
“As you command, my goddess,” he growled. With one swift, hard, deep stroke he came into her, slamming balls deep inside of her wet, welcoming pussy. “Always and ever as you command.”
Niki screamed and clawed at his back, biting his shoulder as he began pumping his hips in and out of her.
“Gods, I love you so much,” he gasped, raining kisses down all over her face and throat and breasts.
“I love you too, now bruise me.” She slapped his bottom impatiently, smiling through gritted teeth.
Tryton laughed and increased the power and frequency of his thrusts. His cock stretched her tight flesh. Wet, slurping noises echoed in their ears with every stroke. Niki’s breasts bounced, Tryton’s hair flung about, and the bed groaned a loud protest with the abuse.
They rolled in the sheets, over and over, until she was riding him. Her thighs were tight around him, her weight a lush and welcome burden. Tryton groaned and strained up into her, feeling for her heart through the reach of his cock. He bounced her wildly on him, bucking and rocking into the wet, drowning heat of her.
Her hands kneaded the planes and ridges of his pecs, holding on to him with her fingers and her nails as she enjoyed the ride of her life. Her pussy felt deliciously bruised and burned by his thrusts, her bottom sore as she rose and fell upon him. Her breasts were heavy and stinging, bouncing in his face as he slurped voraciously and noisily at her nipples.
Niki grasped at his hair, pulling it, and Tryton rolled them in the bed, flipping her beneath him. He lifted her ass to his face and buried his face down into her pussy. She screamed again and thrashed to escape the exquisite torture, but he held her fast and fierce. His tongue speared her deep, moving in her like his cock, filling her, tasting her, swallowing all of her cream with greedy suckles.
He flipped her again and shoved her knees up to her chest, sinking his dick down into her once more.
“Oh god, you feel so good,” he groaned.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her entire being consumed by unimaginable pleasure.
He pounded into her, over and over again. She came to the precipice of pleasure several times, but each time he held her back, ceasing his movements until she came back away from the edge of ecstasy. Soon she was pounding on his imprisoning arms, bucking wildly up against him with her hungry hips, begging him to fuck her, to love her, to make her coooooome!!!!
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” she panted.
“Niki, my love, my woman, my everything, I never want this to end.” He licked his tongue back and forth across her raw, parted lips. He was tireless and he was unstoppable. Thrusting and thrusting and thrusting and thrusting—it was never-ending.
Niki was screaming on every breath before he took pity on her and angled her hips just so, to reach that special, magical place deep in the well of her. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit, his hips pounded into hers and when she rose to the peak of pleasure this time, he let her fly out over the edge.
With one last thrust and swipe of his thumb against her clit, he fell on her, taking her breast deep into his mouth to suck it roughly. He pulsed hard inside of her, filling her with the scalding hot wash of his cream.
Her pussy throbbed and pulsed and milked him, but still the essence of his release flooded over her, wetting the sheets, bathing them, soft and hot and wondrous, awash across their skin.
“No matter what happens, we have each other,” he vowed, gasping it into her ear as he began again to pump his sex, soft and gentle into hers.
Uncaring that they were sweaty and they were messy—indeed she loved feeling this way with him—she wrapped her legs tighter about his waist and welcomed each movement of his body on hers. “I’ll never let you go,” she promised him, clutching him tight with her entire body.
“We’ll go to Jada and raise her as befitting the daughter of the gods,” he smiled, pressing hot, hard kisses into her mouth. “She will want for nothing, and neither will you or any of your family.”
“You either,” she insisted. “No matter what comes. No matter what’s happened, we are together and that’s all that ever has to matter. No more worries, no more cares than that.”
“I never knew I could love so much,” he gasped, rocking into her. “I don’t know why I fought it so hard. I love you more than life, more than death, more than anything that ever was or will be.”
Niki grinned, feeling her heart spill over with happiness the likes of which she’d never known or ever hoped to feel. “All this talk, that’s all you ever do,” she chuckled. “Now shut up and prove how much you love me,” she dared.
He did, much to their delight.
Epilogue
Grimm smashed his fist into another piece of furniture, sending splinters of it flying through the air with his rage.
Raine was still out there, trapped and hurt and at the mercy of the Horde. Those beasts—damn Daemon for his pride and his folly—had his woman!
He slammed into another piece of furniture—a chair Edge had carved for him not long after Emily’s change from human to Shikar. The chair had meant much to him, but it crumbled to dust beneath his blows. He had no outlet for his rage or his pain…the clock was ticking and with each second he knew his Raine needed him more and more and more fiercely.
“So you’re the one who has been hunting me all this time,” came a voice from behind him.
He spun around to face Daemon. “How did you come to be here?”
“I will not be locked up unless I wish it,” Daemon told him with that emotionless, metallic voice. “But if you must know, your Cady had a hand in sending me.”
“Cady. She always meddles,” Grimm said under his breath, eyeing his unwelcome visitor.
“She meddled on your behalf this time, Traveler.”
“What do you want?”
“I want nothing. But the sister of my son wishes me to aid you and so I will. Your woman—this Raine—I can help you find her.”
Grimm’s eyes went wide.
Daemon smiled, lips stiff as if he did not smile often. “Yes. I can feel her.” He tapped his heart with a forefinger. “Though I cut myself off from my creations, I can still feel them. And through them I can feel her. She is waiting for you to come. Will you follow me to her?”
“I hunted you for centuries,” Grimm marveled, unable to accept that Daemon could find Raine so easily after he had tried so hard, “but you were only playing with me. I could not find you, because you did not will it. I should have looked beneath your ancient statue, your Sphinx. I should have known.”
Daemon cocked his head to one side, movements slow and alien. “I didn’t play with you,” he frowned. “I was not myself. I am still not myself.” He shook his head a little. “I felt you searching, but I did not want to be found yet. My son is the reason I came out of hiding, you have him to thank if you will.”
“I didn’t care enough,” Daemon said simply. “Or I thought that I had already destroyed them. Take your pick of the two or come to your own conclusion and you’ll know more than I. I lost myself for so long…”
“Tryton could have helped you, as he did tonight, healing you with his love.”
Daemon’s face was a mask of silence. “I wasn’t ready,” he said finally.
Grimm understood, to some degree, the methods behind Daemon’s madness. He had loved and lost… Grimm was not so different in that respect.
“Very well. Help me find Raine.” Grimm gritted his teeth. “Please.”
Daemon smiled again. “Take my hand then.”
Just this once, Grimm was content to let someone else show him the way.
For now.
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Sherri L. King lives in the American Deep South with her husband, artist and illustrator Darrell King. Critically acclaimed author of The Horde Wars and Moon Lust series, her primary interests lie in the world of action packed paranormals, though she’s been known to dabble in several other genres as time permits.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
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