until I was seated on it, whimpering to escape the fullness of him within my core. He pushed me forward, forcing fingers into my ass and causing my body to shiver violently.
“Oh, come on, Goddess. I want to play here too. The sooner you discard the pesky thing holding you back, the sooner I can wreck this tight ass while listening to your sweet noises. You want me here,” he growled, pushing deeper until I was making inhuman noises as my body struggled to accept him. I fought the orgasm he held just out of reach as it begged to come, and he knew it. He sensed it and toyed with me until I was sobbing from the need to come undone. “I feel your body greedily begging me to fill it.”
I exploded, screaming his name, my body trembling so hard that tears swam in my vision from the pleasure and pain. I shivered at the rawness of him, forcing me to accommodate his girth and the magic he wielded against me. He growled huskily, using magic to lift me up as I jerked and shook with the orgasm that left me boneless.
“Who’s a fucking god now, little girl? Bilé created me, and Danu created you. Who do you think is stronger? You, who was created with love, or me, who was created from the Celtic God of Death himself, Synthia?” he growled, kissing my spine gently with heated lips that held me in a never-ending orgasm.
I was still being lifted and fucked hard. Ryder’s lips brushed against my neck and spine, his fingertips caressing my sides as he spoke. He slipped his hands over my breasts, tweaking the heated tips and squeezing as I whimpered.
“You,” I screamed through the orgasm.
“Now, do you want to be honest? You tried to change who I am because you think me weak. Am I weak, Pet? Do I feel weak to you?” he asked, watching as I landed on the bed. He sifted on top of me, entering me as he spread my legs, giving himself further depths as he battered against my cervix. “I planted children into your weak, mortal womb. You fucking died on me, and I didn’t change you. I didn’t bring you back as something you wouldn’t want to be. I loved you enough to let you go. So, know this, if my time comes, I’m ready. You don’t get to decide who I am, and you sure as fuck don’t get to change me into something else.”
“I was trying to protect you,” I whispered on a moan.
“No. You were trying to decide my fate because you assumed I would run. I’m not fucking running. This is my world, and these are my people. I changed who I was to force the goddess to create you. I needed to make her give me someone strong enough to carry my children so they could remove her from this world, ridding us of their fucking games. Imagine my surprise when my sweet little lover dies, and Danu sacrifices herself to bring you back. Don’t look so surprised, Pet. I do fucking love you.
“You were a shock to me because I never intended to fall in love with you, let alone learn how to love. I only intended to pretend until I no longer needed you. But you, you’re a fucking addiction I can’t kick, one I never want to, either. You’re the stars in my darkest skies and the light that kisses upon my flesh when I stand in your presence. You are embedded in my soul. A soul I was never supposed to have and never felt until the moment I watched you and knew what true beauty was. You were the first thing I ever craved to own or touch in my entire life. Yeah, I fucking killed your little boyfriend to achieve that goal, so fucking what. That little boy didn’t understand you, nor did he make you weep to come as I do. He was weak, and you needed more.
“Synthia, you knew he was lacking, but you craved the safety of him because anything else terrified you. But then I fucked you, and the moment you screamed my name as you came, you