“If you wanted me to stay away from him, you should have taken care of me yourself.” I taunted him because even now I could feel that heat on my skin where his hands touched me.
He panted, trying to get his anger under control. “I was trying to be thoughtful, to take into account your tender feelings but, my lover, if I have miscalculated then I can make amends. You want to get fucked in front of an audience? I’ll make sure they all see you.”
His hand was a manacle around my arm, and I gave a good show of protesting. I pulled against him, but my weak-ass fight didn’t make a dent in his intent. Even as I tried to pretend I wasn’t interested, that magic, that will of his, was starting to pour off of him. It was stronger than I’d ever felt, and it sapped me of any desire to tell him no. This was the true danger of Dev’s magic. In the hands of a different man, it could be used against someone. When he wanted to, he could make me willing to do anything.
“On your knees, my goddess,” he commanded harshly. “I will remind you who you belong to. You’re going to worship me tonight.”
I went down to my knees, my hands shaking with the need to touch him. He shoved the white pants off his hips and tossed them aside, standing proudly naked in the moonlight. I licked my lips at the sight of that magnificent cock of his. It was the biggest, thickest thing I’d ever seen, and it was gloriously hard as he pushed it toward my face.
He shoved one hand back in my hair, controlling me with ruthless strength as he guided his cock to my mouth. I licked at him, needing to taste him. Things were different this night. The magic was so much stronger. Even his taste was sweeter. I licked at the head where there was already a drop of pearly fluid leaking. I forgot about everything else and followed my instincts. I let my tongue roll over the head of his cock, teasing at his slit, wanting more of his salty sweetness.
The wolves were getting restless now. I heard them beginning to howl, and lust and magic thickened the air around us all. I breathed it in, smelling him. The salty scent of his arousal mixed with my own, so heady I knew I would never forget it. The air felt heavy on my skin.
“Take me, my goddess.” His deep voice was a command not to be denied. “Stop playing and take me.”
His hand tightened just to the point of pain. He held my hair and pushed his cock past my lips and fully onto my tongue, into my mouth. I whirled my tongue around his velvety head, loving how he groaned as I moved over his cock.
“More,” he demanded. “Suck harder, Zoey.”
I took another inch but my mouth was getting full and I hadn’t taken half of him yet. I sucked him deep, tasting salty liquid on my tongue. I let my hands run up his thighs to cup his tight balls, rolling them against my palms.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Dev said in a guttural moan. “More. You have to take more. Relax, sweetheart. You can take it all. Breathe through your nose. You can do it. You will do it.”
I’d never taken him this deep. I was pretty sure he was wrong. Despite my ability to yell really loud, my mouth is actually pretty small, especially compared to Super Cock. I tried to take a little more, but I seemed stuck. He was filling me to the point of ridiculousness.
Another wave of magic hit me and I felt it in my womb as it rippled through me, the pleasure making me shudder. It had never been this strong before. Dev’s magic made orgasms feel like heaven, but it had never just been an orgasm rolling over my every nerve ending. It was like each cell in my body was experiencing the orgasm individually, creating a symphony of pleasure.
I wasn’t the only one feeling it. I could hear the howls from below. My jaw relaxed and Dev took advantage, shoving another inch in. He was lost now. His head fell forward as he shoved his cock into my mouth, blindly seeking the release he knew he would get. He fucked my mouth, pushing his cock in while pulling my head forward in a fierce rhythm. I rolled his balls, feeling them draw up tightly, preparing to shoot off.
If I hadn’t been riding that wicked magic, I would have gagged. I would have begged him to stop because he was too big. My jaw ached from taking the whole of him in. But those waves of lust rolled off my lover and made me beg for more even as the head of his dick hit the back of my throat and tried to press down. I sucked as hard as I could, wanting and waiting for him to explode. I wanted everything he could give me. I wanted to be filled with him.
“I’m gonna come, lover,” he warned me, picking up the pace. “Oh, goddess, am I gonna come. You will swallow me. You will swallow everything I give you.”
He gritted his teeth as the orgasm hit him. He cried out my name and moaned something in Gaelic. His hands tightened on my hair, holding me still as he pumped his come straight down my throat. I sucked furiously, desperate to take all of it. I felt the wetness dripping from my pussy now, I was so aroused. I needed for him to toss me on that altar again, shove his face in my pussy, and lick me until I came.
A wave of strong magic hit as he pumped into me one last time and released his hold on me. I fell backward to the soft grass and lay there panting, trying to breathe because that last bit had hit me like a tidal wave, and I shook with the force of it. I cried out as I came again, and he hadn’t touched me below my shoulders.
I lay back, listening to the sounds of the wolves crying their pleasure below me and thought about trying to get up, but nothing was working. My whole body was limp, every muscle exhausted. I didn’t care that I was naked or that I’d just done something really dirty to my boyfriend while his family watched. I was just happy. They wouldn’t be able to deny him now.
Suddenly there were strong arms lifting me back to the altar. I smiled as I looked up at my Devinshea, who had beyond a doubt proven his godhood. He would be accepted as the fertility god he was, his mortality meaningless now.
“I’m not done with you, my beautiful goddess,” a voice said. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?”
Now my muscles were working and I pushed away because I was looking into eyes and hearing a voice that did not belong to my lover.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“It worked,” Declan said with wonder in his voice. He’d stepped forward but not too close, as though he was unsure he should get too near whatever had taken over Dev’s body.
Good to know he was a little scared.
“Zoey, it’s fine.” Padric kept his voice calm, trying to reassure me. “He won’t hurt you.”
I wasn’t so damn sure about that. Dev sported completely green eyes and spoke with a voice that didn’t sound like him. His eyes had no white at all, a bit like Daniel’s when his beast was off the leash. His hair had grown, too, as though all that magic pouring off him had to change him in some way. It had been at the top of his neck just past his ears before, but now it was thicker and hit past his shoulders. He was a gorgeous god of a man. If he was still a man at all. He studied me with great curiosity, and I knew it wasn’t my Dev who stared at me. I used my feet to push away from him, thinking to go off the other side of the altar. When I got to the ground, I could run.
His hand shot out, catching my ankle and pulling me back to him.
“Do not run,” he said, his voice deep and dark. “This one’s instincts are to chase you, to bend you to his will. They’re quite powerful. I don’t know if I can resist them. I’m stronger than he is, but I’m not sure how to use this body yet. I do not wish to harm you.”
“Zoey,” Declan was speaking now. “Relax, it is Dev. This is the ascension. He did it.”
I shook my head because it wasn’t Dev. And I really didn’t give a shit about the ascension.
“I am Devinshea,” the man above me said with a thick Irish brogue. “I’m Dev and something more.” He was looking at my body, his eyes more than curious now. They were hot and his body was aroused, the cock I knew so well swelling again.
“Yeah, well, it’s the ‘more’ part I’m scared of.” I tried to fight my instinct to run. I wished like hell I had some damn clothes on. It hadn’t bothered me before, but now I felt so vulnerable.
“She was not prepared for this?” The god in my lover asked, his mouth curling down as he frowned back at Padric and Declan. “You sent her into this unaware and ignorant. Perhaps you were looking to bond this one with another god. I do not take advantage of mortals. If she does not consent, then I will leave this bonding.”
Padric shook his head. “Please don’t. I do not understand, My Lord. My…the prince is very thorough. I assure you he followed every rule and tradition of this ritual. He would never have allowed her to come into it ignorant.”
“I might not have been listening,” I admitted even as I tried to gently pull away. “I don’t always do as I’m told.”
“No goddess worth her salt would,” he said with a chuckle, relaxing again. “I believe you about the priest.” His hand slid from my chest to my naval, where the little ring I’d put in glinted in the light. He seemed fascinated by it. He gazed at the two gems on either side of the ring. “The emerald is for this one, for Devinshea. Who is the sapphire for? Ahh. Very intriguing. A vampire? You have interesting tastes. And he’s your partner? No, I do not mind. I do not mind at all. You are in control. I am merely a guest, priest.”