Page 17 of The Reaper's Mate

“It’s part of the deal.” She pulls the blade from her back and holds it out to me.

“The deal?” I take the scythe, but it doesn’t hum with the same energy as when I was its owner. I realize it’s attuned to Annabelle now, not me.

She nods. “Your mom argued for my soul based on your sacrifice. ApparentlyHeowed her a favor for something. So, I was granted immortality, but you weren’t. I couldn’t have that. They were discussing how they were short one reaper, and that was a problem.” She shrugged. “So I volunteered.”

“Youvolunteered?”

“Yes. I became a reaper so you could have your immortality. I’d do anything for you, even volunteer to be a ghoul.” She bites her lip and looks down at her robe. “Is it that bad?”

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my lips. “You are the hottest reaper of souls I’ve ever seen in my immortal life.” I take the scythe from her and drop it next to the bed.

She returns my grin as color rises into her lovely cheeks. “It’s quite the career change. Party planner to party ender, more or less.”

“I can help you.” I can’t stop touching her, my fingers roving her thighs, her waist. “Being a reaper is a sacred commitment. Reapers must be—”

“Loyal to their calling and true to their word. In all dealings, fair and merciful. In their duties, swift and decisive.” She recites the reaper code as if she were born to it.

“You’re a quick study.” I slide my hand up the center of the robe and find the button holding it together. With a flick, the material separates. When I realize she’s not wearing anything underneath, my need to claim her again rises like a sea in a storm.

She must feel it, too, because she slides the material off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts. Each one fills my palm as I lean up and suck a nipple into my mouth. She arches her back and runs her nails down my chest, the mark over my heart on fire.

Her robe falls the rest of the way off and pools on my knees. I switch to her other nipples as she presses her pussy against my shaft through my trousers. “I’ve missed you.”

Her simple words gratify me beyond belief. When she reaches down and unbuttons my pants, then wraps her small palm around my shaft, I groan and thrust against her.

“You’re all I’ve thought about. Life without you wasn’t worth it.” I pour my soul out for her. “You are my everything.”

“You’re mine, too.” She squeezes my cock and gives me a playful smile that speeds my heartbeat. “And now that you’re a kept man, I expect to get paid in sexual favors when I get home from reaping duties.” She pulls my shaft so it points to the ceiling then hitches a leg up and presses my tip to her hot core.

I dig my fingers into her waist as she lowers her slick heat onto me. “I think I’m going to like being a kept man.” Euphoria fills my veins as she bites her lower lip.

If this is a dream, I never want to wake. Her long brown hair cascades around her shoulders, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than her astride me.

I lay back into the bed as she lifts up, then sinks down all the way. I grit my teeth, fighting off the desire to spurt my seed inside her. Her tight cunt makes it almost impossible to hold back, but I will.

“Ride me.” I grip her plump ass. “I want to watch you come all over my cock.”

She starts slow, her movements tentative.

I slap the side of her ass and relish the sound the impact makes. “Don’t be shy while I’m inside you.”

She nods and rests her hands on my chest, her breasts pressed between her arms. I run my tongue along her nipples—back and forth as her hips rock against me harder and harder.

“That’s it.” I bite one thick pink nipple, and she moans, her movements intensifying.

Reaching behind her, I get a handful of her hair and pull away from me, forcing her to arch and grind her clit against me with each sensual movement. Her pale neck begs for my hand. I wrap my palm around her and squeeze lightly as she rides me.

Her eyes are glazed, the lids low. I have to see her, so I relax my grip on her hair just enough so I can stare deeply into her soul. Stunning, even more glittery than it was before her immortality. I want to bathe in her light. My hips thrust up to her rhythm, and she digs her nails into my chest.

I slide a hand to her ass and squeeze, but keep the pressure on her throat. Her body tightens, the muscles pulling taut as her pussy teases me with a vise grip. My balls have been begging for release since she first sank onto me. Not yet. I have to see her come, to watch her shudder in ecstasy.

She rides me wantonly now, all timidity gone.

“I can feel you, angel. You’re there. Your greedy cunt tells me so.”

She moans at my dirty words, and I want to give her more. To talk her into an orgasm.

“Ride me, angel. Show me how much you love my cock. Show me how badly you want to feel my seed deep inside you.”

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