Page 8 of The Reaper's Mate

He slides the material to the side and sinks a thick finger inside me. My back arches, and I gasp. I open my eyes and he’s all I can see, his pupils swirling faster with even more beautiful pin pricks of light.

“You willneverleave me. Never.” He thrusts his finger inside me for emphasis. “I’ll die before I’ll let you go.”

I writhe at the sensation of his finger rubbing my spot.

The elevator dings down the hallway and male voices echo. Matt turns his head, then yanks me off the wall, and grabs the door handle to the nearest room. With a small push, he breaks the inner locking mechanism and carries me inside. The room is unoccupied, and he slams the door behind him.

No hesitation, he carries me to the bed and lays me down. He prowls on top of me, his lips on mine and one of his hands tangling in my hair. His erection presses against my thigh. He’s pushed me from zero to sixty in the space of a few moments. This is reckless, dumb even. But I can’t stop. My mind is on auto-pilot, and my body is desperate for everything he has to offer.

I go wild—clawing and pulling at his robe as it pools around me on the bed. I’m desperate to get closer to him, to feel his heat against me. Why do I get the feeling that I’ll never get enough of him?

I open my mouth wider and he groans in satisfaction and yanks my hair so that I have to arch up to him. He’s so hard, as if his body is made of marble. I wonder what’s beneath the clothes and run my hands down his back.

He leans away from me and gets to his feet. “Don’t move.”

With a flick of his wrists he pushes the hood back from his head. Smooth raven hair tickles the tops of his ears, and I’ve never seen a more handsome face.

“You’re beautiful.”

He smiles, and the dimples give him a boyishness that makes my heart fall on its face. “I’m nothing compared to you.”

What? I sit up and try to clear the haze of lust. No man I’ve ever been with has ever said anything like that. I have confidence, okay? Plenty. I know I’m smart and a go-getter. But the body compliments he’s serving up are so far from how I see myself that I can’t square the two.

“Is this some sort of trick?” Anger creeps into my words. “Are you fucking with me?”

“That’s the idea, yes.” He pulls the blade from his back and leans it against the wall.

I rise to my feet, embarrassment heating my blood. “I’m leaving.”

“No.” He unbuttons his shirt with inhuman speed, then spreads it wide.

I stare at the hard muscles, the perfect nipples that I’d love to bite. But then my eyes are drawn to the flesh over his heart, and my knees threaten to buckle.

“Wh-where did you get that ink?” I point, and he takes my trembling hand in his.

“It’s not a tattoo. It’s the mark of my mate.”

“What?” The room begins to spin. The mark on his chest—I know it. I doodle it anytime I get bored. Every notebook from my high school and college days has some iteration of that mark. An intricate array of swirls and dots, it became my signature to the point where I’d gotten it inked on my lower back. I slide my hand around to it. The mark is hot, practically burning.

Matt takes my palm and presses it to the mark on his chest. “We’re bound. I’m your fated mate. I was sent to claim your soul, but I swear to you now that I will never claim your soul or willingly allow anyone else to claim it.”

“What?”

“That is my oath, and a reaper’s word is unbreakable.”

I shake my head. There’s nothing else to do when you meet a person as insane as Matt must be.

CHAPTER FIVE

MATHIEU

“HOW LONG HAVE YOUbeen stalking me?” She struggles against my hold, and damn if her fight doesn’t turn me on more. The spanking I’d pondered earlier resurfaces.

“Stalking you?” I slide one hand to her delicate throat. “Just tonight.”

“But how’d you get that tattoo? How did you know?” She digs her cute little kitten nails into the back of my hand as I walk her forward to the bed.

“It’s not a tattoo. It’s our mark. We are fated.”

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