Page 56 of The Arcane God

“You’re so good for me,” he said, his voice rumbling through the tent. The praise filled her up, making her feral as she thrust back into his hand as she moaned like a madwoman.

“More?” he asked again, leaning down by her ear. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, Ena? Because I will, if you want it.”

She hesitated. Did she want that? She’d never done…that before. Part of her was nervous to try, but another part was absolutely so fucking turned on by the idea. By everything he was doing to her.

“Yes,” she breathed, pleaded. “Yes, Ty, I do.”

“Thank fucking Iblis,” he groaned as she felt the tip of his cock slide against her back entrance. “I’m going to go slow, but tell me if it’s ever too much, okay, my dark goddess?”

She nodded, knowing she could trust him with her life—with everything. Then he pushed in just a tiny bit, taking his time as he stretched her.

“Oh, Gaia,” she cried, the feeling of it almost overwhelming. It was new, and different—it felt like he was everywhere inside her, claiming her in a new way—and she fucking loved it.

And then he started to move—slowly at first, so slowly, and she found herself moaning—loudly. She couldn’t help it. Gaia, it felt so fucking good. A whole new realm of pleasure she’d never experienced before.

“Oh, Gaia, yes, Ty, just like that,” she sobbed, thrusting back into him.

“Fucking Ibis, Ena, you feel so good, baby,” he said, going harder at her behest. “I’m going to fill this tight little asshole with my cum. Would you like that?”

“Fuck, yes, Ty, fill me with your cum,” she begged. “I want it.”

“Good fucking girl,” he grunted. Then he reached around and stroked her clit, once, twice, and her pussy clenched around him. She came so hard she saw stars, as every nerve in her body lit up with pleasure as he drove into her.

He roared as he came inside her, pulling her ass back onto his cock as he filled her like he’d promised, stretching her to her limit. She felt his cock pulse, emptying in her as she collapsed, her arms giving out underneath her.

He slid out of her, both of them absolutely spent, and she could hear him breathing heavily as he moved to hold her, rolling her off the fragile bump on her stomach and onto her side. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck, her cheek, her hair, as he held her tightly in his arms.

“I love you so much, Ena,” he said, his voice emotional. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you too, Ty,” she said, tears filling her eyes at the emotional release of it all. She hadn’t felt this calm in weeks—not since they’d lost him to the river, or maybe even before. Her cravings finally sated, in more ways than one, she relaxed into him, feeling sleep summoning her.

Silently, she felt tears run down her cheeks—for all that had happened. She shut her eyes tight, wanting to forget it all. Because right now, none of that mattered. She was here, in his arms once more, just as she had been before. Right where she belonged, and she was so, so grateful for that.

And yet…after all she had been through lately, all the emotions and changes, in the back of her mind, she knew she wasn’t the same. And she worried that maybe she never would be.

Chapter Twenty

Turner

Turner had spent the last hour chatting and getting to know some more of the stryx. Overall, he found them to be very welcoming, albeit a little strange, but they drank blood and turned into animals during the full moon, so he figured that accounted for most of their strangeness.

Because there were so few of them, they were all fairly tight-knit—one guy was this other guy’s cousin and his uncle…that sort of thing. He enjoyed getting to know them all a bit better, and by name, but honestly, he would even have enjoyed getting frostbite right now—he was just so deliriously happy that Ty had returned.

He almost hadn’t believed his eyes when his cousin had walked right back into camp—as if nothing had happened. The bastard always did know how to keep everyone on their toes. His face almost hurt from smiling so much as he explained to Xoe and the others who Ty was.

He’d kept his distance when Ty and Ena had gone into their tent after their reunion—he knew they had a lot to discuss, but he couldn’t help but wonder…was Ena drinking his blood right now? He hoped so—even though that felt like such a fucked-up thing to hope for. But he hoped it helped her. She’d been through so much lately, on top of being pregnant. He knew she’d been struggling; they both had.

As the night wore on, the stryx began to disperse—most of them going to hunt, or joining others around campfires, carving their bone goods or stitching furs, and Turner found himself alone, wondering what the fuck he should do, so he decided to go fetch some fresh water for the horses.

After grabbing a few extra waterskins for transport, he went down to the stream to fill them. He had just bent down, lowering the mouth of one into the stream, when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.

Someone, or something, was watching him.

He looked around cautiously but didn’t see anything. He figured it was just an animal lurking nearby in the woods, so he stood up, putting the cork back in the waterskin he was holding, when swift movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked towards it, but before he could catch it, it was gone.

Okay, there was definitely something going on.

He listened intently for a snap of a stick, the crunch of a foot through snow—anything—but there was nothing. Instinctively, his hand went to his dagger at his belt as he scanned the dark woods.