Page 5 of The Reaper's Mate

“Oh, I am.” She leers at me and tongues a strawberry.

I follow Annabelle out into the alley where a woman in a pixie costume waits at the rear of a delivery truck.

“Thank fuck! My cooch is like ice.” The pixie hops from one foot to the next, but stops with one foot in the air when she sees me. “Holy shit, who’s the god?”

“We aren’t gods, technically. The mother of all reapers—my mother Lyandra—is an angel.”

Annabelle shoots me a look over her shoulder. “You sound insane. You know that right?”

I begin to wonder if I might start our mating off with a spanking. A smile overtakes me at the thought of her bare skin beneath my hand.

“That smile only makes it worse.” She turns away and walks the few steps down to her friend.

I stare at her ass, barely hidden from me by her short, white skirt. I want to sink my teeth into it after turning it red with my palm. The mark on my chest burns, urging me onward to claim her and finish the ritual that will make her mine for eternity.

“You are enormous. Are the goods down below as big?” The pixie gawks at me, her eyes wide.

“Vera!” Annabelle rubs her upper arms, and I realize she must be cold. I’ve let my mate grow cold. Disappointment stabs through me, and I hurry to her and wrap her in my arms.

“Hey.” She tries to move away, but I keep her close, giving her what little warmth I have. I love the sizzle of her aura as I press my cock against her back. She can’t hide her arousal from me.

Her scent floats around me, and I can’t stop touching her. My hands rove her waist, around to her soft, feminine stomach, then lower to her hips.

“He’s definitely got a thing for you, boss.” The pixie grins up at me.

“He’s like a rash I can’t get rid of.” Annabelle’s tone is testy, but I can sense her melting.

My cock demands I throw her down and claim her.Not yet.

“So.” The pink-haired pixie points to the padlock on the back of the truck. “How are we going to get the booze out?”

Annabelle leans forward to inspect it, and I get an enticing view of a white thong peeking out above her skirt. I want it in my mouth where it belongs.

“Maybe we could call a locksmith or something? Or do you think the hotel might have a crowbar somewhere?”

I reach past my curvy angel, grip the handle mechanism, and yank. The lock disintegrates as the door of the truck shoots upward and stops with a clank.

The pixie backs up a step and looks from the truck to me and back again. “Holy shit!”

I bend down and press my lips to Annabelle’s ear. “Are we done here?”

“Boss, I was just coming to find you.” A man walks toward us from the end of the alley.

I grab Annabelle’s waist and pull her into me. No one will come between my mate and me. I’ll cut down any man who tries to get in the way, even if taking a life out of turn is a one-way ticket to Hades. It would be worth it.

“Whoa, down boy.” My curvy angel grabs my wrists and turns around to face me. “I’m going to need you to keep your hands to yourself for a few minutes while I handle this, okay?”

“Not okay.” I stare into her sparkling blue eyes, and the urge to taste her plump lips almost overwhelms me.

The man approaches my elbow. “Sorry, I had a, um. There was this, uh—”

“I don’t give a shit about your excuses. Get the champagne movingnow, or you’re fired. Got me?” I didn’t think it was possible, but the take-charge tone of her voice turns me on even more.

“Yes, boss. I apologize.” The man stares at his shoes.

“Where’s Marco?” She doesn’t seem to know it, but her small hands are pressed to my chest, her thumbs caressing me slowly.

I love the feeling of her against me. Can she sense the bond like I can?

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