Page 51 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
I pulled out of her mouth, a string of saliva running from my cock to her chin. I let her have a moment to regroup before I pushed back into her mouth. “I’m going to come down your throat and you’re going to take every drop.”
She whimpered and I could sense her need to come through our bond.
“Touch yourself, kitten. I want you to come with me.” I could barely get my words out I was so worked up.
Roux thrust her hands into her pants, her fingers working furiously over her pussy. Gods, the squelching sounds she made were fucking obscene.
“I’m so fucking close. Show me how much you want me to fill you with my cum.”
Her mouth worked faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me harder. Then I was falling over the edge, my knees buckling with the pleasure coursing through me as I shot my load down her throat. I felt the moment she came. Her entire body jerked, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her muffled scream rippled against my sensitive cock.
She licked my cock clean, making sure she got every drop just like I’d asked her too. When she finished, she released me with a pop.
“Think you can finish your report now?” she asked with a wide grin plastered across her messy face.
I gave a breathless laugh. “Yeah. Think I might be able to manage now.”
Chapter Twenty
Roux
TheRiverStyxwasan odd place. It was caught somewhere between beautiful and horrific. A wide river situated next to a lush forest with souls floating through its waves. Some days you could hear them groaning beneath the water, caught in an endless cycle of drowning in the sorrows of their own making.
The twins were eyeballing Atticus and yep, growling like possessive assholes at him. I sighed. We needed to have a proper conversation about this change in our dynamic, but they’d been hiding from me since they’d awoken from the floor in Thane’s office and seen me with Atticus. I could tell they hadn’t slept well. There were dark circles under their eyes and there was a wildness about them that made them look like they were on the edge of madness. It hurt seeing them like this. Knowing that they were in pain and there was nothing I could do about it. It crushed me.
Atticus squeezed my hand and I found him looking at me with concern. He looked gorgeous today, his midnight blue hair swept off his face and another dark suit clinging to his muscles. I wondered if he ever wore anything else or if the suit was his go to outfit. I’d love to see him in a pair of ripped black jeans and a leather jacket. Fuck, I’d bet he’d look like a terrifying demon then. Aggressive and mysterious and all mine.
He trailed his finger along my cheekbone. “Where did your mind go then, kitten?”
“Whether you wear anything different and what your ass would look like in jeans.”
He laughed and dropped a kiss on my forehead. “I’m sure that can be arranged. Now, let’s find this mansion.”
Atticus pulled away and I caught Rayne looking at me with such longing in his eyes I nearly ran to him, but he turned away. I needed to fix this. I wanted things to go back to how they were. Well, no, that was a lie. I wanted them in the most intimate and loving way possible, but it was never going to be that. Which fucking sucked.
I turned my attention to the forest and walked over to the first row of trees. The bark was black, like it had been charred by fire and the leaves were a bright mix of orange, red, and green as if they were perpetually caught in the autumnal season.
A wave of something familiar washed over me, which was weird because I don’t think I’d ever been to this part of the River Styx before. I stepped closer to the first tree and put my hand on the bark. There was a soft vibration as if there was magic running through the heart of the tree.
“I’ve been here before,” I mumbled.
“Have you?” Rayne asked.
Rafe placed his hand next to mine, his finger brushing mine. “When?”
“I don’t remember.”
“You’ve been here but you don’t remember?” Rafe asked, a puzzled frown above his bright eyes.
“I don’t know,” I replied, my fingers tingling with the magic hum travelling through the tree. “There’s just something about this place that feels familiar.” A familiarity that was deep in my bones, but I couldn’t quite grasp the memory.
The trees stretched for miles, and the mythical mansion could be anywhere. If it even existed on this plane. It might not even be here. We were only here because this is where Thane summoned Hermes to give him the message. So, if the mansion wasn’t here, what brought Thane here?
I stepped beyond the first line of trees and a tugging sensation pulled me deeper into the woods.
“Roux, where are you going?” Atticus called.
“I don’t know.”
