undid me, and I knew you’d never escape me after that. No one had ever fucked me and made me feel even a sliver of what you did after the Wild Hunt. That wildness in your cries as you fucked me, and the fire that banked in your pretty eyes? You made me want something more, something I had never thought to be good enough to receive.
“Hell, sweet girl, you’re so fucking good you tamed the beast and made him purr to be wrapped in your tight pussy.” He kissed me, nipping my lip before he pulled away. “But back to the Original Witches,” he growled, slamming into my body. “I know how to kill the gods. I know because while they thought me mindless, I listened. I also know how to bring the mages to heel. I can’t do it without you, though, so give me your fucking humanity. It won’t do you any good here, anyway.”
“Get off me,” I hissed.
“Make me, woman,” he growled, slowing his hips from where he was rocking them to the perfect rhythm of the drums outside. Maybe it wasn’t drums. It might have been my blood pounding in my ears as my orgasm reached its crescendo, and everything went dark around me. I felt him removing the magic that bound me, whimpering as he withdrew it completely from my body. “Rest well, sweet wife. Round two starts shortly.”
Chapter Thirty
I lay in the bed, staring at Ryder, who watched me from the chair. I could hear the men outside training, but that had been going on for days while Ryder held me in a constant state of nothingness. I might as well have been FIZ for all I could do as he fucked me until my brains were little more than mush. I lifted, falling back to the bed as a sinful smile lifted across his mouth. He studied me as I struggled to get out of the bed he’d placed me on when I’d passed out from being fucked senseless.
“Is that pussy sore? It sure is a beautiful shade of red, Pet. You’re wet, dripping our essence from your pretty, wrecked cunt that already beckons me to fuck it again. Tell me, do you want more?”
“Danu created the Horde King,” I muttered barely above a whisper.
“No, she was too busy patting herself on the back for her creation to look closely enough at the genetics. She never imagined Bilé would murder her creation and replace it with his own. Your mother was a cocky, selfish goddess. She assumed she had control, but she didn’t. Do you know what I learned when I was in the guild?”
“That you’re a lying bastard?”
“Oh, don’t be upset. I never lied to you. Yes, I omitted the truth of what I am to you, and I admit I kept a few other things from you also, like how the witches and mages could steal me away on our wedding day. But let’s be honest here, Syn, you fucking hated that wedding. By allowing the witches to think they held control over me, it allowed you to have the wedding you actually wanted,” he said, resting his arms over his knees to study me.
“While I was with the witches, I learned that Bilé is the God of Death and the Dead. He agreed to fetch the dead and take them to the Underworld via the Tree of Life in Ireland before man was created. However, the name they used was the World Tree. Interesting, isn’t it, that Ireland, where your mother’s first people were created, has a tree matching the one Faery was created around? We thought our world was dying because of the damage the mages were inflicting, when in fact, it’s because the Tree of Life isn’t a tree at all. It’s Bilé. She told you that you couldn’t kill him and keep the land. Now, do you understand why?” he tilted his head as my eyes rounded.
I tried to sit up again, only to expel a heavy breath from my lungs as my apex screamed with pain. It was delicious pain, yet pain all the same. Ryder intended to fuck me into oblivion, to take away my humanity. He didn’t get it