Page 48 of Reaper Unhinged
Yes, they were going to play rock paper scissors. Oh boy.
Azazel won the first round, and Mal won the second, and then they drew on the final one. They went again, and this time Mal won.
Azazel inclined his head and walked out of the barn, leaving us alone. Feeding was an intensely private thing and often sexual in nature, but there was a dead body on the upper level of the barn, so there was no way this was going to get sexual.
But then Mal was crouched between my thighs, his hands on me, brushing my hair back to expose my throat and grasping the back of my head to tilt it to the side. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes in anticipation of his bite. It came a moment later, pain followed by the flood of endorphins that had me moaning softly. I gripped his shoulders and abandoned myself to the sensations rolling through me. My body heated, and my core tightened, expecting and needing more. I gasped as his hand found my breast through my shirt, thumb gliding and snagging on my hard nipple. He flicked it over and over, drawing on my neck.
“Mal. Fuck.”
He retracted his fangs, laved the wound, and claimed my mouth with the coppery tang of my blood and his sweet tongue. I wanted him inside me so bad it was painful. He broke the kiss, looking down on me with a dazed expression.
“When we get back home…”
I wanted to nod, but my neck refused to cooperate, so I settled for giving him a drunken smile.
“My turn,” Azazel said from behind Mal.
Mal released me, and Azazel took his place. But my soulmate didn’t kneel. Instead, he lifted me into his arms and sat on the crate with me straddling his hips.
He cupped the back of my head. “Fee? Are you all right? Dizzy? Weak?”
“I’m fucking awesome.”
“Mal, what the fuck?”
“I can’t control how she reacts to my endorphins,” Mal said.
Azazel made a sound of displeasure and focused on me. Damn he was pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty mouth, such fucking pretty hair.
Mal let out a choked laugh. “She thinks you’re pretty.”
Wait, had I spoken out loud?
“Leave,” Azazel said to Mal.
I touched his bottom lip. “Kiss me.”
His pupils dilated, and his fingers splayed through my hair. He tilted his chin up and obliged. It was a soft kiss, tentative and testing. He was worried about me. I needed him to not be worried. I wanted him to take me.
I wrapped my arms around his head and deepened the kiss, opened for him. His arousal swelled between us, and I began to rock against it. My body was still buzzing from Mal’s feeding, every synapse on high alert, every sensation heightened. I was slick, wet, and hungry to be filled. I undulated against my soulmate, until I was swollen and throbbing and ready to come.
“Fuck.” He tore his mouth from mine, fisted my hair, and yanked my head to the side. He bit me, hard.
I cried out, clenching my thighs around him as my body exploded in an orgasm. He fed on me as I rode the wave, rocking against him, reveling in his grunts and the vibration of his chest as he took what he needed.
He finally retracted his fangs and closed the wound with a sweep of his tongue, but he didn’t pull away. He held me, hugging me to his huge frame for long blissful seconds as my body recovered from the orgasm.
“Well…” My voice was hoarse. “I was not expecting that to happen.”
He pulled back slightly to look at my face. “A whole day and night,” he said. “When we get back, you’re mine for a whole day and night.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that.
Chapter Seventeen
Irolled onto my back and stared at the familiar ceiling. It took a moment, but then it hit me. I was home. Back in my room at the Dominus quarters. The Beyond was restored, and we had a rough location for Lilith’s whereabouts.
It was time for a rest.
