Page 90 of A Murderous Crow
“That’s the game,” he said and he kissed my shoulder. “Now do me a solid and get off me.”
I scrambled to my feet and he got to one knee, he pulled me into his arms and placed a chaste kiss against my pubic thatch, darting his tongue out against my clit. I gasped, staring into his eyes and he drew back, a look of awe on his face.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Requiem said. “You better run, because I guarantee Corvus heard that, and he’s on your scent.”
I tried to cover myself as best I could and he smiled and shook his head, “Sooner rather than later, Savannah. I’m not made of self-control.”
I booked it, continuing to follow the curve, up and around the main drag going back toward the front gate, my hair whipping behind me. There was something oddly freeing about running nude in the moonlight; and I had the thought thatthank Godit was the changing of the seasons, and it was too cold for mosquitoes and no-see-ums.
I stopped, back to a tree, hiding behind it and heard the thunder of booted feet on the track just the other side of it.
I waited, listening, and held my breath, lungs burning and begging for oxygen as whoever it was breathed freely.
“Where are you, Bright Eyes?” I smiled and put a hand over my mouth to keep from giggling.
He moved up farther and I kept the tree between us and peeked. I could see his back, and my heart ached at how his shoulders were outlined against his well-worn and well-fitted long-sleeved shirt.
He wasn’t wearing his jacket and vest. I bet he was overheating in them, which was funny because out here everything swinging in the breeze, it really was starting to get cold! I doubted I could make it to dawn if I wanted to. Not like this.
I slipped between graves, and hid behind statues, but he was close. Turning back and following me. Scenting the wind at some points and listening for the barest rustle of plant.
I found myself back over by some statuary and mausoleums and waited for him to pass.
I don’t know how long we played cat and mouse, but I did a fairly good job of evading him.
Finally, we ended up in a full tilt run and I banked left, and he followed, catching me, and taking me up around the waist. He kissed my shoulder and turned me in his arms and we were kissing, his shirt soft against my skin, my skin, no doubt, cool to his touch. He pulled me in close and took a seat on the bench nearby, pulling me into his lap, one arm around my waist, the other hand going between us, working at the front of his pants.
He freed himself from his jeans and worked his cock against my pussy, and then he was inside me.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Ride me,” he ordered, and he slapped my ass.
I rode him, my knees and shins planted against the cold marble, and he helped me. I kissed him, and he kissed me, and our passion quickly warmed me to my soul.
God, he felt so good inside me, all the little nicks and scrapes, the stinging little cuts were quickly forgotten with the feel of himinside my pussy, filling me, pressing out against my walls and his hands on my skin? Divine with the warmth of them.
We changed positions after a time, and when we’d reached the pinnacle of what this one would do for us and it just wasn’t getting us there. He bent me over the bench, and reentered me, andoh, yes. Please, God, yes! He thrust into me, taking up my arms and pulling back on them andoh, Jesus Christ!
It was intense, the sweetest pain as he bottomed out against my cervix, his body deeply entrenched in mine, and he wasn’t gentle – at all. I didn’t want gentle though. I wanted it all. I wanted him so deep he owned me; I wanted his touch to outshine every lingering little touch I’d been given. I wanted to touch myself; I wanted to put fingers to my clit while he worked himself in and out of my body, but I couldn’t form any sounds beyond the feral, begging, wordless cries that poured from my mouth, spilling into the inky black night.
Of course, there would be time enough for that later – for the rest of our lives in fact, if he could tolerate me that long. I didn’t think it would be a problem to be honest… I could live like this forever. He was so incredible, so thrilling, and I couldn’t get enough.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Corvus…
She was tight, wet, but her skin was so cold beneath my hands. I’d been tracking her and watching her encounters with my brothers – as many as I could anyway, and yet I’d missed the one with Specter and the one with Death.
Specter would pay for that. Hangman had gotten with me and told me he’d cleaned her up, but I wanted desperately to get her home and into a hot bath once our fun was through.
It was wild to me, how proud I was of her for following through, and for trusting me and the rest of the Iron Wraiths… and yet, now that I’d captured my prize, all I could think about was getting her home, getting her warm, and loving her right.
I fucked her over the bench at Johnny Mercer’s grave, and she panted, doing her best to keep quiet, even as both of our orgasms built and crested.
When she came, it was a beautiful thing, her willpower and desire an earth-shattering thing, the pieces of her falling like stardust from her lips as her feral little groan left her body. I was shaken to my foundation by the beauty of her, as I felt herclench around me rhythmically and I smiled to myself, pleased. She’d lost the game, but she’d won. I pulled from her, and she sat down, making a small sound of protest as her pretty little ass hit the cold marble.
I got myself handled, tucked back into my pants, the perfume of her essence on my body reaching my nose as I shoved myself back in my fly.
I stooped and picked her up, arm beneath her knees, the other around her back, her arms twining around my neck as she held herself close to me.
