The once human part of her wondered if she really was going to give him that.
Her legs were shaking as she did as he asked.
The moment she was spread for him, his lips latched onto her, his tongue licking her in one hard lap.
Eve’s back arched sharply then slammed into the tree with a crack.
“Fuck.” He grabbed her ass, his fingers clenching around each cheek. With a strangled cry, he rubbed his entire face into her, licking and sucking her softly. “Mine. Fuck. All fucking mine.”
“Yes. Yes! Don’t stop, Zeniel! Don’t.”
His hair had come loose, and she grabbed onto as many strands as she could, grinding wildly into face. The tree snapped in half behind her, the upper portion landing on the forest floor with an almost seismic bang.
They both ignored it.
Zen held her up, groaning and gasping into her flesh as she rode his tongue. Power surged from them both—a red, black, yellow, blue, and gray whirlwind that stirred the air around her. Cold air and hot energy fluttered along her skin, teasing the tips of her tight nipples.
He pulled back, licking his lips in a feral display of lust that left her dangling on the edge again.
“The way you fucking taste.” One hand wrapped around her lower back, nearly spanning the width of it. With his free hand, he reached up, fisting her tit so hard that she gasped. “So beautiful.”
Eve rocked her hips, her head falling back. “Do whatever you want to me. To them. God, Zen.”
Her ass met a hard surface, and the world kept rushing by her even after he set her down. Damn, the man could move fast.
Softly, he caressed her neck with both hands, using his thumbs to urge her head back. “Anything?”
His voice and expression were uncertain. Full of yearning. She bit her lip and nodded, breathless in the face of all that masculinity. His cock jutted straight out, pointing at her. Her eyes dropped down and locked on it, making him thrust in her direction.
“Fuck. Yes, anything. What do you want?”
“Cup your breasts for me.”
Her body shuddered. Dimly, she realized she was sitting on a smooth boulder. Not that she could look down and confirm this. Her eyes were frozen on his cock and the sculpted stomach behind it. His muscles clenched so hard that they threw shadows.
“Now, Eve. Do it.”
She nodded and grabbed a breast in each hand.
He licked his lips.
He looks so hungry. For me. Fuck.
Eve clenched her thighs together, disbelieving that she could actually still want more.
“You said I could do anything I want.” He grabbed his cock in his fist, the veins on his arm throbbing.
Taking a step toward her, he bent down just enough to rub his dick over the top of her breasts.
She gaped, understanding dawning. “Gods, yes.”
Leaning back, she lifted her chest, moving her breasts to slide his length between them. The moment she pressed them back together, Zen lost it.
He grabbed her neck, his other hand cupping the back of her head and holding her still. She pinched her own nipples, moaning into his mouth as he took her tongue, over and over. He thrust between her breasts the whole time, pained groans hitting her lips.
“Oh, God. Zeniel.”
“Give me your tongue, baby . . . I’m so fucking close.”
“Oh, God.” But she opened for him, loving the feel of his lips overwhelming hers as he lapped at her.
“Gods, yes, more.” His hand tightened around her neck. The other pulled at her hair. His cock swelled between her breasts.
“I think I’m going to come,” she whimpered, flicking his tongue with hers.
And she was. Beneath her, she had soaked the surface of the boulder. It was so smooth that she felt no pain, but doubted she would have even if it had been otherwise. Her hips moved without her consent, taken over by her pussy and the throbbing need screaming out of it.
“Yes. Fuck, Eve.” He thrust between her breasts. One thrust. Two. By the third one, he was so tense that every muscle looked on the verge of popping. “Your tongue, baby. It’s so good. Give me more.”
Moaning and gasping, she let him fuck her mouth again. He fed his tongue to her, over and over, making her insides twist and flutter with pleasure.
Zeniel sped up, her reaction fueling him. His hand was choking her at that point, but she didn’t give a damn. It was so good. He was so good.
“Evesse.” He jerked, his cock pulsing, hot semen shooting out of the tip and hitting her chest, her neck, her chin.
“Fuck. I want that in my mouth,” she said. She tried to knock his hands away and duck down, desperate to suck the large tip of his dick into her mouth. He didn’t let her, pulling on her hair and holding her still while he continued to fuck her breasts.
“Next time. Ahh . . . fuck. Next time.” Zen’s legs shook. He lifted one to brace himself on the boulder. His thigh muscles tensed and released next to her. “Oh Gods, baby. Oh Gods.”
He slammed his hips against her chest, yanking on her hair to keep her still as his head fell back in one of the most virile displays she’d ever seen.
When he looked back down at her, despite his orgasm, he still appeared restless. He bit his lip and stared down at his cum, hot all over her chest. Color trails followed him as he flashed to his knees in front of her. Before she could say or do anything, his hands were on her tits—rubbing, smearing. Satisfaction took over his face.
“Exactly as you should be. Covered in me.”
Dear Gods, did he even realize how fucking sexual he was? Eve pushed her breasts into his hands, spreading her legs nice and wide.
Zen inhaled sharply. His eyes closed and that pleased little hum vibrated out of him.
Eve gushed between her thighs.
“You get so wet watching me come.” He leaned into her, nipping her lips. “Do you want more, my female?” A tweak of her nipples. More smearing of his cum on her, until he was all she could scent in the air. “Do you want more of me?”
“Yes.” She needed this. Needed him. It was ridiculous that she could still want more despite how much he’d already given, but that was just the way of it. “Come inside me this time.”
He cranked her head to the side, exposing her neck. His tongue, wet and warm, slithered around her mating mark.
Holy shit. The sensation slashed through womb. Her body almost shut down, and pathetic little whimpers escaped her as her pussy seized up. His fangs pierced her neck at the same moment his cock speared her body, going to the hilt in one thrust.
Her nervous system threatened to fail her as she started to come. Hot tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. She could hear her own sobs past the sound of blood rushing in her ears.
Zeniel growled into her neck and mounted her, forcing her down onto the boulder with his body. When he pulled back, he slid out all the way to his tip. She quickly dug her nails into his ass, refusing to let him leave her body.
Latching onto her waist, he slammed into her. And then he kept right on pumping, moving her back and forward to meet each of his thrusts.
He pulled his incisors out of her neck. “So tight. Such a good little pussy, baby.”
She choked, not believing he’d just said that, even as her body continued to convulse. She couldn’t tell if she was having one long-as-hell orgasm, or a series of different orgasms that blended together.
“Your cock. Zeniel.”
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Shit. Tell me what I do to you.”
Feverish, near-insane, she pressed her nose to his neck.
“Feel you stretching me.”
Pressing her lips to his mark, she rubbed them back and forth. Zen hissed, his cock throbbing so hard she felt a kick inside her.
“It hurts.”
With a pained groan, he actually slowed to stop. She dug her nails into his ass, forcing him back, and ground her hips into him.
“I love it, babe. Love how big your dick is.”
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She bit into his jugular, nearly ripping off the skin where his mating mark was.
“Evesse!”
Her walls locked down tight around him, intent on never letting go. Her arms and legs followed suit, pulling him to her. His blood was pure energy, sliding into her on a scalding current. She sank her teeth deeper, grinding against him madly, soaking in the feel of his skin all over her. His blood inside her.
He cried out again, and the sound he made came out like a war-cry. Grabbing her by the neck, he forced her back, yanking her teeth out of his neck. Blood dripped down the sides of her chin. He slammed her back against the boulder. It shuddered behind her, almost cracking in half.
Then he really went to work, holding her there, his body in overdrive. He pistoned, non-stop, until all she could feel was the slam of his cock within her.
“Mine.”
“Yes.”
He was a vicious, brutal, unstoppable blur over her. In and out. Back and forth. Until the boulder fell apart and he was forced to catch her. He lifted her against him, diving for her breasts at the same time.
He circled her nipple, his lips making wet laps and sucking up every bit of him that was still on her. He didn’t seem to care. Hell, no. As he licked and sucked himself off her skin, his frenzy seemed to spiral to a whole other level.
Then his teeth cleaved into her tit. Waves of power shot up into the sky, lighting up everything around them as he came.
She must have passed out. Because one moment she was outside getting the life fucked out of her, and the next she was back indoors lying on the fluffy bed. She blinked. Zen turned her onto her side, gently smoothing her hair from her face.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, Gods, yes.”
She felt like she might melt. Her entire body oohed and aahed as dopamine and oxytocin flooded her pathways.
“Sleep, Evesse. You look exhausted.” She could practically hear the smirk in his tone. “Positively well-used by your male.”
Eve snuggled deeper into the bed. Damn, he’d switched out the sheets for silk earlier and she hadn’t even realized it. Just then, she was convinced she had been gifted with one hell of a male.
“You still have way too much energy,” she said, feeling him move around. “I’m starting to feel like an epic fail.”
Zeniel chuckled. She felt him settle into the bed next to her. His massive frame nearly punched a hole in the bed, creating a dip that sucked her in. She eeped when her body practically flew into his side.
Another chuckle, the sound extremely satisfied.
By the time Zen tucked her into his side, she was pouting.
“What?” he asked.
She glanced up to see him looking down at her with a lazy smile. His eyes were blue and gray. She wondered if he had even realized that at one point during their lovemaking, he and Mavrak had very much been one. She’d felt it.
“You’re having way too much fun with my boneless state. And like I said”—she pointed weakly at herself—“epic fail.”
“Epic fail? Have you lost your mind? I haven’t been this relaxed since the first days of Buddhism. Back when I was a follower of the Buddha’s and was allowed countless hours of meditation with no disruptions.” He sighed wistfully. “Zex and Cy were nowhere to be seen for centuries on Earth.”
Eve giggled. “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea. The gods of the Hindu pantheon rarely visit Earth. Their dimension is too comfortable for them to truly leave, and their followers are so loyal that they get hit with tons of worshipping energy even all the way over there. So it was just me and Ianthen, who was actually trying to behave for a little while, and we were the only gods within a thousand mile radius.”
No way.
“Ianthen?” She scrunched her brow, shaking her head. “Ianthen was one of the Buddha’s followers?”
“Yeah. We tried to convince Dyletri to join us, but the male loves violence too much. I doubt that anything outside of his R’ma can induce calm in him. Ianthen was actually really devout and he did really well with all but one of the vows.”
She could already guess, but, “Which one?”
“Celibacy.”
Bingo. “Why? ‘Cause he’s a horndog?”
Zeniel laughed. She inhaled sharply, wondering if she’d ever get used to the sight.
“Something like that. He’s a Hyren.”
Chapter 17
“A what?” Eve asked.
“You would consider him a werewolf. An animal shifter to be exact, but due to his genetics, his animal form is a wolf. Because of that, he can’t go more than a month or two without sex. His body actually needs it or he starts to lose control to his wolf side and becomes rabid. And a being with his power, rabid? Not a good thing.”
Eve heard him, but one thing kept repeating over and over in her head.
“A wolf?” It sort of made sense. He was the God of the Hunt, after all, so his being part animal wasn’t that surprising. But, really? Part wolf? “Why a wolf, specifically? You said something about genetics . . .”
“His father was one.”
“Is Ianythi a wolf, too, then?”
A slight hesitation, then, “No. Not exactly. Nythi is . . . something else.”
She’d get back to that one later. “Is anyone else I know a . . . Hyren?”
Zeniel nodded. “Cyake, Zex, and Keiros, as well as their brothers, Crius, Lucifer, and Hades.”
Her brain exploded. Blinking at him, she tried to clarify the mess in her head.
“So the triplets are werewolves, and they have three other brothers? And Crius is one of them . . . and Lucifer? As in the Devil? Really?”
“They all have the same father. The triplets have one mom, and Crius and his brothers have another.”
She was so not touching that one right then. Maybe later she’d get details. The word infidelity banged around her noggin.
“Aren’t Lucifer and Hades the kings of all evil?”
“Watch who you say that in front of. As the oldest of those three, Crius claims that title for himself. And the story you’ve heard about those two isn’t one-hundred percent accurate.”
Well, duh.
“I’m figuring that out. But back to you. My brain can’t handle the apparent overload of information that comes along with knowing our friends.”
The stare he gave her felt like a probe, going too deep. “Most humans don’t speak the way you do. Actually, most don’t think the way you do.”
Her skin shrank in on itself. A familiar, and totally unwelcome, blanket of awkwardness settled over her. An entire lifetime of being an outcast reared its head, leaving her with the uncomfortable, painful feeling of not being good enough.
“I’m weird. I know . . .”
“You’re fucking amazing,” he snapped.
Eve jumped in his arms, staring at him in surprise.
He shifted so he could peg her with a hard stare. “The fact that you aren’t like everyone else is one of the greatest things about you. The majority of humans spend their entire lives trying to be like each other, desperate to fit in. And for what? Most of them are, to steal a version of your term, epic failures. It takes bravery to be yourself.
“It goes against your entire brain’s basic programming to stand out from the crowd, and it’s painful. That’s another thing that you, my R’ma, have tons of. Bravery.” Yeah, right. If she had been half as brave as he believed her to be, she’d have had the guts to tell him how much he meant to her. How much she loved him. Then and there, when the emotion was suffocating her.
But, despite his claim, and despite the fact that she had no doubt he meant it, she was a pussy. So she settled for changing the subject.
“Please finish telling me.” Eve flattened her hand on one of his pecs, loving how he purposely flexed it just for her pleasure. “So, you knew the first Buddha, and you and Ianthen spent time as his followers. What was that like?”
He nodded. “He didn’t know I was a God. He thought I was just another man that had joined his early followers. I spent a decade traveling with him as his teachings started to spread. Ianthen stayed with us as well, although he had to break his vow of celibacy within the first two months. He did try to behave, and for a period he didn’t take as many lovers as he otherwise would have.
“After the first ten years, we had to leave. People were beginning to notice something was different about us . . . well, aside from our coloring, which was considered even more unique back then.”
With a stretch, he pulled her closer and leaned back on the pillows—one long, hard line of masculinity that she was suddenly very eager to have again. His nostrils flared, and considering they were both naked, she knew why. She could go for another round, but learning more about him consumed her. She wanted to know everything. Every detail. She had an idea of what he’d gone through as Mavrak. It was Zeniel that she barely knew.
“Tell me about it.”
He shrugged one big shoulder. She let go of his pectoral and latched onto his shoulder, instead. Smiling, he looked at her hand, then back at her face, looking absurdly pleased.
“Ianthen and I weren’t aging. So we had to leave, as I said. But I continued to watch the Buddha’s life from afar. I was grateful that he got to live to an old age, and that he accomplished as much as he did.”
It was kinda pathetic that the more he talked, the more she loved him. She couldn’t tell if it was learning about his past, or if it was that voice of his, or if it was simply watching the different expressions cross his face. But she was sick. Downright lovesick and getting worse every moment she held it in and didn’t tell him.
Whole, Eve. You want him whole. He needs to know while he’s whole.
She just hoped she could last until then.
“You couldn’t, you know, tell him in secret what you were?”
Looking up at the ceiling, he shook his head, then looked back at her. “No. It would have changed his entire belief system, and he needed to believe what he believed in order to teach what he thought.”
“How did you first meet him?”
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