Page 22 of Bound to Death

“I can just say no and you’ll stop?”

His throat bobbed and his pupil-blown eyes dropped to my lips when I swiped my tongue over them. The line of his jaw was taut for a second before his stare lifted. “I will. Do you want me to stop?”

No fucking way.

His smirk was downright diabolical. “I thought not.”

I still wasn’t convinced he couldn’t read my mind, but I was thankful I didn’t have to speak. It’d give me the excuse later that I didn’t have any choice in the matter. A lie I’d tell myself when reality came swooping back in.

He moved in on me, slamming our mouths together so hard that I nearly fell back. A hand splayed and pressed across my shoulders, keeping me upright, as the other slid under my skirt, teasing fingers over sleek fabric and making it impossible not to hold my breath. Last time he’d torn through it. I waited for him to do it again, but he simply slipped his hand under my waistband and into my underwear.

His thumb pressed over my clit, and I moaned into his kiss, surrendering the same way I did the night before. Becoming his perfect, willing prey.

Chapter Eleven

Thanatos

Iwanted to be buried inside her so I could forget what just occurred in the alley and what it meant for her future. Demons were expected. The Horsemen another inconveniencebut expected. Angels, however, I didn’t calculate into the equation. A few I could handle, but not teamed up with demons—and certainly not if they were afterher.

I’d underestimated their determination to save humanity. I’d expected the angels to stay out of it, not join hands with demons in a display of outright rebellion. To risk losing their wings to kill a human. If I hadn’t intervened, they would’ve sunk their heavenly blades into Asha’s chest so they could personally ensure her soul was reincarnated instead of used for the apocalypse. One less Counter Soul. One less chance of the world ending.

Persistent bastards.

Worse, I still sensed Zelus nearby. He hadn’t left since I’d spoken with him earlier. He was still skulking around the area, and it’d only be a matter of time before we crossed paths. I was supposed to stay away until I could get the bastard to go elsewhere, but I’d detected the intense presence of demons shortly before Asha decided to head into the office.

The fact that several angels were also following her didn’t bode well for my plan to stay away. I’d need to be her shadow again. I couldn’t give her room to breathe. I needed her desperate to keep me by her side. Which, thankfully, turned out to be the easiest task of them all. The little human was especially vulnerable to my caress. As if I’d been the first and only man who’d ever drowned her in pleasure.

I didn’t mind the thought.

Her visible relief when I showed up in front of her put a feeling into my chest unlike the rest. She’d been waiting for me. She didn’t want me to leave. She was happy I’d stayed. It showed in her expression the second our eyes met, and everything in the world bled away. I’d send however many demons it took back to Hell for my little raven. I’d face an army of angels to have one more day. One more night.

Then I’d take her soul for the apocalypse.

My throat and chest seized with a burn only the fires of Hell could match. I stared at my hand, the one that took lives for millennia. Since the beginning of time. Since humanity breathed its first breath. And it didn’t make sense at first to see it shaking.

Death feared nothing.

I slid it into my damp hair, determined to calm the quaking, but it only calmed when I ran my hand over Asha’s thigh. Touching her eased the tension in my chest. Lessened the burn in my throat. What could it mean? Why was she the only thing that seemed to ease the sensations running rampant in this human shell I was forced to wear?

I’ll take her soul tomorrow. It’s the only way to put an end to everything. The only way I’ll go back to who I was before.

The warmth of her soft flesh under my hand dragged my thoughts back to the sweet darling sitting on the desk, waiting for me to do whatever I wished. On the desk of that bastard boss who I’d systematically tormented since the day he fuckingdaredto touch her. But her adorable giggles when she discovered I was behind the attack soothed my intensifying rage when I thought what might’ve been if I hadn’t intervenedagain.

I’d fuck her on this desk and replace the memory. Now, every time she came into this room, she’d think about me and not that weak, undeserving human.She can’t think when she’s dead.She’d remember she was mine. Until she’s gone.No mortal could ever touch her again.Because she’ll no longer exist.The second they tried, I’d tear them to pieces and send their festering souls to the deepest level of Hell.Maybe I’ll reap her soul next week instead.

Fuck.

I wanted to possess her future, not just her present. One month. Less now. The clock was ticking. Less than a month to do what I never questioned. Only two weeks to do my part to endthe world. But every moment spent with her made me question to what end? Who would I be when she was gone…when the human world ceased to be?

Asha’s moan jerked me out of my silent reverie.

The smell of her lust was mouth-watering. I’d worry about the apocalypse another day. I hadn’t indulged like this since I came to be this…monster. If the other Horsemen were given freedom to do whatever they wished, why not Death? Why should I be the only one who did everything by the book? Why shouldn’t I be permitted to bend the rules this once?

Biting her lower lip, the little human kept herself upright on shaky arms. Her legs opened wider to my fingers already sliding into her wet folds, flicking and fingering the slippery heat I couldn’t wait to sink my cock into. Her sleek wetness made it nearly impossible for me to keep it slow, but I wanted her begging. I wanted her on the edge, pleading for release. And only then would I bury my face between her legs and lap up her sweet juices like they were the only thing that could quench this devastating thirst of mine—a thirst that started the second I laid eyes on her.

I ripped through the silky button-down top she wore. It wasn’t my favorite, mostly because it hid her curves.

I hated how often she dressed like she wasn’t the most beautiful thing walking around this godforsaken place; the way she grew visibly anxious anytime she showed any part of her body, afraid of what lesser beings might think. How could the most gorgeous and courageous human I’d ever set my eyes on not already know what a fucking gift she was to anyone paying attention? That her curves and shape were what made her dessert on two legs?

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